See My Pretties?! [DM Jerry] Friday January 31st, 2003 5:37:50 PM
Lady Firiona shouts out to her friends, "See my pretties, what wonderous new protectors I have? I bet you all want your grubby hands on them now for your various chores don't you! Well I for one feel charitable. So tomorrow at lunch, I will reward my heroes generously if they will bless us with their presence for lunch and tea.
"In fact, we'll hold a fundraiser for their orphanage. An orphanage that turns out fine young people such as these deserves to be donated to! What do you say Drew? Will you all come? We'd truly like to honor you and thank you properly!"
She is all smiles and the look on her face promises lots more hugging and cheek pinching. But it also looks as if she will not take no for an answer either.
The other ladies begin to chime in, "Yes! They must come for tea!"
"They must come for Tea!"
"They must come for Tea!"
...and thus one adventure ends for our young heroes and another begins![xp etc. coming during the weekend via email.]
Gordo Friday January 31st, 2003 5:56:44 PM
The big man backs away from the gaggle of society ladies with a look of mild panic on his face. Thanfully the younguns seem to be getting the majority of the attention, as the large, hairy, heavily whiskered fellow wearing pants held up with string and clumpy great hobnail boots doesn't really fall into the category of "cute kid".
Still, he smiles and nods at the appropriate points, and soon finds he has been pressed into attending "Tea".
"Welcome back, missy!" he grins to Tiree. "Long time no see. Glad to see your flight left you none the worse foe wear. Your young siblings here have been showing me quite a wild time since I made it back to the big float."
Carl Saturday February 8th, 2003 12:12:02 PM
Bog's sheet is in and approved! That only leaves Drew, who has a stay of execution, so we're there! Everyone approved!
GAME ON!
Jerry Sunday February 9th, 2003 10:43:35 AM
Just got the news. ;) OK folks. Experience time. However, I do not want character sheets yet. There is still treasure upcoming. We'll wait until that is taken care of in the next few weeks and then I'll ask you then for your upgraded character sheets. I do not expect any combat until then.
Just a note: our next module is combat intensive so make sure your sheet is correct and you have studied your spells, abilities, etc. I'm going to come after you stronger than I have up until now. Consider the risk facter to to be a step or two higher. :)
Experience: 1,800xp each!
We'll handle Hero Points via email.
I'll post my first in character post right after this.
Hip Hup [DM Jerry] Sunday February 9th, 2003 11:13:56 AM
The party weary after their exertions during the night, make their way to their apartment.
After sleeping most of the day, a courier arrives with this message:
"Greetings Heroes!
You are invited to tea at Lady Firiona's house at noon tomorrow.
It also contains this note:
(Hey kids: My house is located on Gold Lane, directly south of the Glitter Sanctuary and just across the steet from Wathos' Woodworks, right on the south wall of Gold Level. I'll send a carriage. Oh, and I'm sending my favorite tailor by in an hour or so to fit you all for some nice new clothes to wear. I've already paid him dears, so don't even try!)
An hour later, right on time, 10 carriages pull up. A small spry man wearing a tailcoat snaps his fingers as what amounts to a host of Gnomes line up outside their carriages.
In a high pitched voice the small man, now also obviously a gnome, gives these instructions.
"Ok team! We're going to go in there and be of service. These children are heroes and not to be fiddled with. They are not used to the local fashion scene so we will have to make concessions to please their sensibilities! Let's be of help and see that both these young heroes and Lady Firiona are both pleased. Now, back in your wagons until I introduce you. We don't want them to think they are invaded!
Hip Hup!"
And with a snap of his fingers, they all disappear into their wagons once again.
The lone gnome, comes up to the downstairs door and knocks on it sharply with his cane.
Tiree Sunday February 9th, 2003 11:56:20 AM
At the knock on the door, Tiree looks at her friends and family. Those who know her well might, for a moment, think they see fear in her eyes but then decide that wasn't right.
Tiree gets up and opens the door.
Gordo Sunday February 9th, 2003 12:26:43 PM
Gordo reads the note with a degree of concern. A tailor? New clothes? He looks down at his tatty old pants held up with string, scuffed hobnail boots and battered old leather waistcoat.
"But what's wrong with the clothes I've got now?" he asks. "I like these clothes!"
As the evening wears on he gets increasingly nervous. The knock on the door causes him to jump out of his seat. He looks slightly panicky, as he feverishly searches for excuses to get out of this. High society, in truth, scares him silly.
Tionel Sunday February 9th, 2003 11:00:44 PM
Tionel claps Gordo on the back. "They certainly do look well-used, but I doubt even you would consider them eye-appealing. Remember, to these nobles, looks are more important than substance, and words are deadlier than daggers." He tips his hat to the fair mother of the orphanage, bidding her good day, and greets the children with typical treats and candies he's smuggled in when her back is turned. Later on, in the midst of an entertaining story to a few of the children, Tionel stops with the foreboding words, "But then, just as I was inching towards freedom, the ogre saw me...." He grins at the knock, and slides to the door, leaving a few children whining for more in his wake. "I hope it's the tailor. I simply LOVE to dress up to occasions." He eyes his currently drab, somewhat dirty tunic and leggings with disdain.
Syr Monday February 10th, 2003 12:22:58 AM
Smiling but shake his head at Tionel's enthusiasm he moves up to him and whispers, "Ummm, you seem to be more prepared for this than most of us. Keep an eye on me please? I don't Lady Fiona to think I'm an undisciplined Troll." Ducking his head in embarrasment he moves toward the door.
Bog Monday February 10th, 2003 2:45:58 AM
Bog wanders up from the cellar, which, as he explained the night before, he preferred sleeping in as it was moist.
He scuffles up through the door with a smile on his face and plunks himself down next to Gordo causing various bits of fur and filth to shed off him onto the floor.
"Asooooooo. What bear we 'gwin t'day neer frenns?"
Tionel Monday February 10th, 2003 4:03:45 AM
"No worries, Syr...I'm sure you'll be okay. Just remember to keep quiet and watch, mainly. And compliment them a bit." As Bog walks up the stairs, Tionel can't help but wrinkle his nose.. "Ah...Bog, was it? I'm Tionel... And, ugh...you have GOT to take a bath before we go anywhere."
Turin Monday February 10th, 2003 4:15:07 AM
Turin waits silently, carefully keeping his expression neutral.
Drew Monday February 10th, 2003 9:58:01 AM
As the dreaded knock on the door comes drew stands, straps his axe to his back and waits. "It would be mbest my siblings to allow this to happen as quickly as possible and get it over with. I worked for a tailor for a while and this can be as plesant or as unpleasant as they choose to make it." Drew pulls himself up to his full heighth and wiats in the center of the room, silent, and dreadful.
Teeshinanshibutt [DM Jerry] Monday February 10th, 2003 8:40:18 PM
The door is opened and a single gnome skips into the apartment.
"Greetings! I am Teeshinanshibutt! I am here to help make you a brand new wardrobe courtesy of Lady Firiona. We will have evening wear, morning wear, high-society wear, daily wear, underwear, ready to wear, comfy wear, and adventuringwear. If each of you will tell me a bit about yourselves, I'll relate all this to my crew and we'll be in and out of here in a few hours. If you get "frustrated" or "tired" we can give you a break. We are here to serve you and your needs. Honestly! Not to make you into something you are not, except for times that that is appropriate!"
I have exceptionally keen hearing, so speak up and tell me all about you and your feelings about clothes, parties, meetings, comfortable clothes, and even embarrasing situations. It will help me make you comfortable as possible in each type of clothes you'll need as you continue your climb to recognition and fame!
Then he pulls out a pad, and begins scribbling things as each of you talk to him.
Tionel Tuesday February 11th, 2003 2:57:19 AM
"Honorable Teeshinanshibutt, it's a pleasure to meet you." Diverting his attention from Bog, he shakes the friendly gnome's hand, and launches into a rambling self-description.
"Let's see, I'm five two, just a few pounds under a hundred. I prefer to wear flashy clothes, when I'm doing a show...something stylish, with long sleeves or a flared vest usually. I like shiny, attention-getting clothes, bright purples, eye-catching greens, gold or silver...I'm not like other elves in that respect. But still, not too bright..usually dark pants to counter the tops, and I've always wanted a fine cloak but could never quite find one I liked. I often do attend parties, and enjoy them immensely. As an entertainer, I'm often the focus of attention, something which this most arrogant ruffian openly admits enjoying. "As you can tell, I'm not exactly an orphan, instead I just happened to stumble upon this all, and I simply love these children and helping out these fellows through one fine little adventure after another." That all said, Tionel slips onto a chair and comfortably crosses his leg, a slight smile on his handsome face. (Charisma 18 :) )
Syr Tuesday February 11th, 2003 5:34:45 AM
Flicking his ponytail he begins to wish he had showered before the gnomes show up. "Mr Gnome Sir? I'm sorry, that I can't say your name but back the the subject. I was under the impression that we were only having dinner at Lady Fiona's, does that cause for an entire wardrobe?"
Gordo Tuesday February 11th, 2003 8:04:24 AM
Gordo looks at the little gnome with trepidation. He doesn't really know where to begin. He certainly doesn't feel like a likely candidate for a makeover.
Though Gordo's head is shaved bald, he has huge bushy red sideburns that join into a thick moustache, making him look far older than his 21 years. He is barrel-chested and thick of limb, his whole body covered in thick red curly hair. He wears an battered open leather waistcoat, a gift from his father when he left home, a pair of dirty old tan pants held up with a peice of rope, and a pair of large hobnail boots that have seen better days.
"Um, I'm not sure what to say sir" says Gordo, his customary good cheer and self confidence seemingly evaporated.
"I don't know anything about clothes or High society. I was brought up the son of a blacksmith. The only time I ever dressed up was for the village dance when I was 18, and I wore a white cotton shirt and my dad's black pants. And then both got torn when I got into a fight with Buller Walkins over my sister." He looks a bit shamefaced. "I don't know nothing about dressing up."
He thinks for a moment about all the clothing types the Gnome has mentioned. "Well, I suppose it would be nice to have a spare pair of underpants. And a belt. And maybe my boots could do with a lick of polish. That should do shouldn't it?"
He lets himself be measured, standing stock still, eyes closed. If it takes a long time he starts to snore loudly, seemingly fast asleep, standing ramrod straight.
Drew Tuesday February 11th, 2003 9:04:02 AM
Drew waits silently tring not to look nervous and suceeding only in making himself look more nervous. Finnaly when the Gnome tailor come to the huge half orc he kneels before him and quitely wispers. "I am a warrior and Protector of Domi. I do not handle partys well nor do I handle restricting clothing or situations. Alsop sir if it is possible please do not cover my holy symbol, I would feel nacker with out it seeing the light." With that he points to the tatoo he wears on his upper right bicep, then he stands and assumes his position of feining non-nervousness.
Tiree Tuesday February 11th, 2003 11:49:05 AM
Tiree pulls on a piece of her hair as she waits for her turn. The shaggy dark brown hair seems a little longer than it used to be, but it is still uneven and a bit wild. When the gnome reaches her, Tiree is hesitant to speak.
"Um, well, hmm. I've never really had any fancy clothes. Well, I did once, but that was for a job and...." Tiree stops talking when she realizes she is rambling.
Looking down at her old, torn, dirty and mismatched clothes, she sighs deeply.
Looking the gnome straight in the eye she says, "Teeshinanshibutt, if you can make them comfortable, not overly frilly, and leave me places for my daggers, at least 2 of them, even in the dress up stuff, I guess I'll love you forever. I may be small, but I am a woman, y'know."
Turin Tuesday February 11th, 2003 12:49:19 PM
Turin frowns. "I honestly don't care too much what you give me so long as its not restrictive and it won't grab attention."
Bog Tuesday February 11th, 2003 3:00:00 PM
"Uhhhhh..."
Bog wrinkles his nose and stares down at the floor.
"Uhhhhh..."
He scratches his head.
"Igot fleez."
He suddenly gets an inspiration. "Hey, kinn I brang my rat?"
Delousing Bog and other sites! [DM Jerry] Tuesday February 11th, 2003 5:28:08 PM
Sir Tionel, why don't you play us a tune while I measure you. I'm thinking 5 sets of breeches of varying colors to match 10 tops. One a bit more formal and a bit fluffy according to today's trends. The others loose and bright, multicolored to match more than one of your pair of breeches. Then a pair of soft soled boots with a tight top so the breeches can flair over them. And a pair of hard boots for travel. I think to top it off a series of belts with pockets and a colored backpack red on the outside and blue on the inside, reversable to match your outfit of the day. Then a leather case for your instruments that will attach to your backpack. How does that sound. A weeks worth of underclothes, matching sacks and bags for adventuring, and a few hats for festive occasions. Would that fit the bill?
----- Why no sir Syr! You can only wear one set at at time, but as you rise in the world, you need the ability to wear clothes appropriate to going before the Overlord as well as travelling the dangerous forests! This is part of your reward from Lady Firiona. So tell me about your preferences? What kind of adventurer are you? What needs do you have? Tell you what, you think about it while we get you a bath and I teach you how to care for your hair some. I will include a set of shears and different colored bands for your stylish pony tail. I'll show you how to make it shine so that all the women weep with jealousy and all the men see you as a man of respect and honor. While we get you cleaned up, you can tell me about yourself and what your needs are sir.
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Ahh, sir Gordo. I understand you totally. I see you in loose breeches that move with you so that you are comfortable as you fight and exercise. With your barrel chest, I think that a shirt with an open coat is in order when formally dressed. A high necked sweater would also work nice on these cold lake-wind nights. So a set of breeches, one for dress in black? or tan? and a set of shirts of various styles to accent your physique. Then a few coats including a grand overcoat in dark brown, which can be worn over clothes or armor. How does that sound? Or we could dress you in simple robes in the ancient styles of the monks of old if you prefer that. The simple habit of the monk can go anywhere, expecially if one has a dress outfit trimmed in gold! Tell me your preferences!
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He listens carefully to Drew's requests. "I agree with you totally my man! The tattoo must be seen by all! Domi is also seen in a monk's robe at times, especially in his older pictures and appearances. So we could go that route making our Rough appearance seem more holy and austere. Or we could dress you in tans, browns, and blacks subtly with breeches, and a loose shirt. With your faith, you should be more understated the more formal the occasion. Luckily, cleric garb is accepted in nearly all social occasions. Although I have seen Jandar the Holy in Black and Gold upon occasion, although he was sure to be more understated than the rest of his companions when he wore something more fancy. How does this sound Sir Drew? Do you have any preferences?
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Madam Tiree, I will not discuss your wardrobe in front of these men. I turn you over to my capable assistant, Crobertimmitti, who will see to your grooming. (Email me Tiree with your suggestions and we'll agree on something.)
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Well then sir Turin, what is your class? Your personality? Breeches and shirts? Coats? Robes for a mage? What is your preference? I need something to go on sir.
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We will certainly allow your rat to come. He is a part of you. We'll double reinforce the shoulders to give him a place to sit and add a tube around the back collar for him to have a place for privacy. But first, we must do the most horrible thing that a person can do to anothe person: we must delouse you! It simply won't do for you to give lice to all the aristocracy of the city!
He snaps his fingers and a bath with dozens of towels, tonics, and soaps appears in one corner of the room with a curtain. Ok off with everything my friend, and set whatever you want to keep in this box. The rest will be burned! then we'll give you some new clothes. I think some soft leather designs that will last you awhile, say done in dark greens and reds? With plenty of hidden pockets for trinkets and snacks for your friend to find. What do you think?
Tionel d20+9=22 Wednesday February 12th, 2003 1:43:03 AM
"That sounds delightful! Hear, let me play a little tune I thought up, for the flute..." Picking up the wooden instrument, he pipes a soft, sonorous tune, something of a ballad, while the man fits him. Then, while he gets busy with the others, he goes off to entertain the orphans with a little story.
Gordo Wednesday February 12th, 2003 9:13:20 AM
Reassured by the gnome's expert professional manner, Gordo begins to relax into the idea of new clothing.
"Now them's some fine ideas, son! I like the way you think! Yes, loose breeches. Tan for every day, black for posh do's. I'd want to stick with heavy boots, mind. Good for walking, and for stomping on folks who get unruly, if you take my meaning.
And that open shirt and big long coat sound nice. Could I have white cotton shirts please? Well, maybe a couple of other colours too. Nothing patterned or too bright, mind. But maybe a bit of colour.
And the sweater sounds nice, perhaps dark blue? Good for cold days. Yeah!
Could you do me some waistcoats? A few different ones? One in black leather, one in dark brown leather, and maybe some in fabric? Again, not too gaudy..."
He's really starting to get into the idea now.
"Ooh, you know that long grand overcoat you mentioned; could I have a matching wide-brimmed hat? Maybe in leather or calf hide? Oh! Oh! Hold on!"
He dashes off, clearly excited, and returns a few moments later with a scrap of paper and a stub of pencil.
"Ok, now here's a little design I've had in my head. It's kind of based on Domi's holy symbol."
He scribbles furiously for a few moments, tongue sticking out of his mouth and brow furrowed in concentration. Then he hands the grubby sheet of paper to Teeshinanshibutt. On it is a fairly rudimentary picture of a traditional Anvil of Domi, but in place of the frequently used Hammer is a clenched fist striking the anvil.
"It shows as how I follow Domi, see, but that I've given up the Hammer of the Blacksmith and the Warrior. Now I only use the fists Domi gave me if I need to fight. They are my strength. And it's also a picture of my nickname that the lads in the village used to call me, Ironfist."
He smiles joyfully at the gnome, this sudden explosion of creativity feeling like the bursting of a dam within him.
"Could I have this symbol on my clothes? Like a watchamcallit, a monogram thing? I was thinking I could have it on the shoulders of the coat, or on the breast of my shirts, and maybe on my socks and undergarments, sort of small and sewn. What's it called? Embroiled? Or maybe on the buttons? Could I do that?"
He is beaming now. "I have to tell you, old son, I never knew dressing up was such fun!"
Drew Wednesday February 12th, 2003 9:57:09 AM
Drew blushes a bit but then sees that possibly the man is truly listing. He takes a deep breath and says. "I like balck and silver. Understated sounds very good. I like leather and I feel most comfortable in my armor with my weapon straped to my back. I have fought all my life and out of my fighting garb I feel most uncomfortable. I do not like social functions because they look down upon the fact that I am a warrior and protector at heart and my dressing makes them cringe. I would be most comfortable if I was allowed to stay who I am and be accecpted. I am no Jandar, he is noble and wise. I am foolheardy and quick to anger. He is calm, I have a temper. He is quick to friendship and laugh. It has take all my life to find the few friends and I hardly ever find anything funny. He has loved countless times and i have loved once and she is now gone. This is who I am. Can you make that accecptable to the rich and mighty?
Bog Wednesday February 12th, 2003 1:53:45 PM
Bog is taken aback by this offer as he stares wide-eyed at the great big bowl. He trudges across the room to look at it.
Looking back to the gnome, he replies, "Dis har it all's for me? Dis gret big bowla water wot?"
"Nowan aver gave me nuttin lak dis afor," he says as twiddles his fingers nervously and begins stroking his chin, "Hmmmm....all dat sound good. La'ers I think. Ya...La'ers's wot I lak."
He begins digging down under his clothes pulling back various muddy garments until he finds what he is looking for. "Dis har bottom la'er. DIs's mah first robe, ayup. Stold it fr'm da cloister isinan dey cot me, but dey says I cood keep it, ayup."
He drops the robes back in place and garbles again, "Dark colors, ayup. Goot. Dark in la'ers. Don' wanna look all speckly and fruity tho. Won atta time. Dark reds, grins, bloos, anna lite pail ...uh...garmint for the understuffs, yeah wot. Ooooh and did har" he says as he peels his leather skull cap off it's head, "Kinna getta uh kinda subs fir this? Disa kinna shrunk im da waterisesses. Mebbe won lak dis and won all big'up 'n pointy wit wad brim ta kip bock da rain."
He seems all smiles now as he peers into the tub, then quirks, "Heyup fren! Dere's sump'n rong dis har woter. Ah kin see thru it."
Syr Wednesday February 12th, 2003 3:12:39 PM
Syr removes his chainmail and pouches and places them in the box.
Listening to the gnome gives Syr several ideas. "Well, I would hate to be parted from my glove." He raises a hand with a purple glove on it. "Any chance of getting a matching one? Other than that something fairly loose that allows me to move."
Tionel Wednesday February 12th, 2003 4:27:17 PM
(Er..my apologies, I thought that we all stayed in the orphanage, hence my entertaining the various youths.) Instead of going to Moma Flaust's to entertain the orphans, Tionel gets caught up in what the others are saying...he especially enjoys Bog's comments on the water and can't help but chuckle. He ponders pushing the poor dirty fellow in, but doubts that the water would stay pure very long if all the clothing were to go in. "That's the idea, my dishevelled bedraggled friend. The cleaner the water, the cleaner you'll be. I suggest you remove all your clothes before entering, as well...and then we can get you all dressed up, nice and clean." Not wanting to actually witness the sight, he wanders over to peer at Gordo's drawing. "Interesting picture. And good nickname. Most of the kids in my area called me Daggenthar, or Trouble, when I grew up..."
...all with respect and dignity! [DM Jerry] Wednesday February 12th, 2003 10:28:12 PM
Looking at all those assembled, he grins!
"So be it! 10 sets of clothing for each and all! Let the bedlam begin!
At the sound of his voice, bathtubs appear everywhere. A band appears near Tionel an begins playing. And coming in through the door...
...dozens of gnomes all dressed like Teeshinanshibutt!
Our great heroes are measured, poked, prodded, bathed, groomed, dried, dressed, and undressed....
...all with respect and dignity! ....well mostly.
Teeshinanshibutt bends over quickly his hind portions catching Bog by surprise, pushing him into the water which he suddenly finds is much larger on the inside!
Turin Thursday February 13th, 2003 2:35:44 AM
Turin frowns. "Honestly, I'm more at home in a bar on the Docks level than anywhere on the Gold." He thinks a bit, then unbuttons his shirt a bit, showing his chain shirt underneath. "So long as it can conceal this, I should be fine."
Syr Thursday February 13th, 2003 6:26:52 AM
Syr watches with genuine glee as Bog is upended into the water. Full of questions, he asks the nearest gnome, "I've never had fine clothes before, any special way to take care of them? Any ideas what Lady Fiona has planned? What does it take to get a house near hers? She's really nice but a bit too touchy feely for my taste (and probably Drew's too)." The last he says with a grin at the half-orc.
Gordo Thursday February 13th, 2003 8:24:21 AM
The big man suffers the various indignities inflicted by the gnomish tailors in stoic silence. He chuckles as Bog is upended, saying "There's a first time for everything son! And don't fret, that water won't stay clear for long!"
Drew Thursday February 13th, 2003 9:19:50 AM
The grinding of Drews teeth as he is poked and proded echos about the room. But he dosent move untill told to nor does he make it difficult on the men doing their job. If not for the gringing sound eminating from his jaw he would seeb perfectly composed.
Tiree Thursday February 13th, 2003 12:05:28 PM
Tiree blushes at Teeshinanshibutt's words.
"Oh, um, sure."
Pointing to another room, "I'll just go in there, and leave the manly men to you."
Through the door, she can still hear what's being said and tries not to laugh at Bog. When the assistant arrives, she gets down to work.
Foaming Pink and Purple [DM Jerry] Friday February 14th, 2003 12:40:26 AM
There is no sign of Bog, but the water is foaming pink and purple, bubbling, almost as if the water, not Bog is the one being "bothered."
You are told to select your 10 garments and describe them (list here and put on character sheet) in detail.
Tiree is taken upstairs to the vacant apartment of Torl's and soon giggling, and music can be heard from up there as well.
The next thing you know, someone has sawed a hole in the floor and a circular staircase with brass railings is being fitted into the hole.
"Free of charge!" various gnomes say as they slide up and down the stairs in their efforts to help.
It seems the apartment is being cleaned and deloused as well. Old mattresses are tossed out. Old clothes cleaned and or burned depending on their state. Seamstresses begin working on old favorite garments fixing and patching so that they look new again, but feel "lived in."
As they work they sing and as they sing they work. (anyone want to take a stab at the song they sing just for fun?)
Bog Friday February 14th, 2003 12:48:52 AM
A flurry of splashes comes from the top of the tub as Bog violently rights himself within and thrashes about gurgling. Being bottomless is now another thing Bog ponders, but only long enough to fling a book out of his pocket, over the tub's brim and onto the floor. It seems to be wrapped in a waterproof black bag covered in mud. Soonafter many bits of garments are hurled into the air causing muddy splatters to go everywhere. Soon the flying robes and vests and scarfs and other filth-dripped items cease their flights, with one thin black robe left draped over the side.
"Yukon keep all dat. Don' nid it anymoor. Jes imptee aht all dose pokkets 'n tings. Burn da res'. Mmmm...cept this'n har robe. Clin it ef you wod. I'd lik ta kip warin it. Da resa dem tins you fine in dose, pack op in noo bogs an' tings. Special that book thot thar. N' b'carful wit it. Ah nid it! Need dat woterpruf."
He continues splashing and thrashing. The water is now dark as ...well...dark as mud.
"Ahhhh...nahw dat's moor lak it!"
Bog's Song Guess Friday February 14th, 2003 12:52:35 AM
(It's a Small World After All? :) )
Drew Friday February 14th, 2003 9:19:22 AM
Drew takes only three things. He takes a plain shirt and black pants.
He takes a leather sleeveless doublet. Loose fitting black pants with silver stiching sew in strange patterns all up and down the legs. A long flowing black and silver cape. A black satin shirt, also sleveless and two padded bracelets, silver and engraves with strange runes.
Lastly he takes three simple and plain monks outfits, one in black, one in white and the last in bright red.
Tionel Friday February 14th, 2003 11:36:51 AM
With great pickyness and dilemma, Tionel eventually picks his garments. Four excellent, long-sleeved button up shirts of extraordinary designs; an olive green vest of velvet-like material, red dragons flying over a green field, star-filled skies, and a shirt he finds amusing which is merely many colored fish swimming through a blue sea. A few more shirts of plainer colors, and black trousers to match, so as not to be too flashy, at times. Adding to this a few vests that range from shiny silver, gold-trimmed crimson, and an eye-catching blue, Tionel seems just about satisfied. One gnome finally produces a hooded cloak which he enjoy immensely; a dark and mysterious black perfect for clandestine adventures and a bright crimson on the other side (Think Dracula's cloak). He adds to this his own fancy jewelry collection, composed of many types of earrings, bracelets, necklaces, and a few brooches. Besides these, he seems interested in novelty outfits; a burgundy silk robe, heavy wool pants etched with little silver studs, a pair of shorts, three types of hats (one a smooth black beret-type thing, another a leather tough fedora/indian jones type hat, and a small but excellent fur cap for colder weather)... Some of what he gets has surprising little pockets in hard to find places. He seems to be having the most fun he's had in a long time... All in all, he chooses ten outfits, but they are more complete and varying than anyone else's can be said to be.
Turin Friday February 14th, 2003 3:56:10 PM
Turin picks a few darker shirts, loose enough to fit over his chain, with breeches or pants to match, as well as a dark-colored cloak. He then picks a few other outfits, seemingly at random, none of them particularly flashy.
Boggles the Mind [DM Jerry] Friday February 14th, 2003 9:25:31 PM
The more Bog tries to muddy the water, the more the water seems to magically clean itself. Eventually, he has no more mud to pull out of pockets and crevaces and ends up being clean.
A couple of hours after their arrival, the gnomes bow, say goodnight and are gone.
Then Tiree descends the staircase. Wow! Holy Domi! Still the heart! [Tiree discribe yourself please. I couldn't do you justice.]
All sleep peacefully, except for bog who can't keep from making sqeaky sounds.
[Thanks folks. The time with you was too short! Keep up the great gaming. DM Kent begins on Monday. --DM Jerry]
Gordo Sunday February 16th, 2003 6:34:52 PM
The big man looks over his new possessions with mixed emotions. These are all fabulous things, but somehow he felt more comfortable knowing he only owned the clothes he stood in.
Still, he is very grateful to the Gnomes. "Lovely work, lads! My thanks!"
Syr Monday February 17th, 2003 4:19:22 AM
Coming out of room, Syr looks immediately for Bog. He peers searchingly, curious to see what is really beneath all that grime.
Taking a deep breath of air, he states to no one in particular, "That was great! I wonder what is next? Anyone else sense change in the air?"
Tiree Monday February 17th, 2003 3:46:22 PM
Tiree comes down the staircase dressed in one of her new outfits, a pair of supple black leather pants and a deep blue shirt with a black vest laced in the front. New black leather boots adorn her feet.
Even more striking is the smile on her face and the delicate blush on her cheeks. Wait a minute...is she wearing make-up???? Her black hair has been trimmed and now frames her face gently, just curling lightly at her chin.
A mischievious twinkle shows in her eyes as she stops in front of the guys.
"So, how do I look? I love the clothes and want to thank the tailors. They've been wonderful to me upstairs. I got 8 shirts and 5 new pairs of pants. A few vests like this one and I even got a couple of dresses. One is really fancy, the other is on the simple side. And I got belts and there are places for my daggers in everything! And I..."
Her voice tapers off as she realizes her mouth is running away with her from nervousness. She raises her chin and waits for an answer.
"Well, do you like it or not?!?"
DM Kent (good day all, Normally I will post in the early evening EST) Monday February 17th, 2003 5:47:34 PM
Nearly before anyone can speak, in order to answer Tiree, there is a loud knock at the door. Upon opening you see a unbelievably fancy transport with "Gordo's Transport Service" etched upon the side. There appears to be a uniformed driver and doorman that come with the transport as well. The doorman looks around the room and then nods.
"Gentlemen and Lady, Lady Firionahas sent a car for you and asks that you join her for a celebratory dinner and fund raiser. If you will kindy make your way into the transport, we will be on our way."
As you make your way to the car, The doorman somehow manages to hold open both your apartments door and that of the car.
"Please help yourselves to a drink from the bar. The ride is not long but you should have plenty of time for a drink." My name is Jeremy. Should you need anything just push that small black button."
After you are all inside, he gets into the front area with the driver and the vehicle starts to move off.
Gordo Monday February 17th, 2003 6:14:08 PM
Dressed in black pants with a thick leather belt, a loose cotton shirt open halfway down his chest, a black waistcoat and large hobnail boots that gleam in a way that suggests the polishers were at their task for days on end, Gordo steps forward. His huge bushy sideburns and handlebar moustach seem tamer than normal somehow. In fact, up close, there seems to be a fresh, minty smell about the fellow. Has he been using a pommade? He looks really rather presentable, a million miles from the dusty peasant garb he wore up until his makeover.
He sweeps a large dark brown leather greatcoat over his shoulders, and the gnomes' handiwork is plainly visible; at both shoulders his fist and anvil motif is displayed, and upon closer inspection the buttons bear similar adornment.
Lastly he pulls a matching broad brimmed hat down over his closely shaved head, and says "Tiree, lass, you look simply breathtaking. You're every inch the Lady. May I?" And he offers his arm to escort the young lady to the car.
Settling in he declines the offer of a drink, but is all smiles, his nervousness at this strange ascent into high society allayed by the marvelously professional manner of the tailors and staff of Gordo's Transport Service.
"Well my friends" he says, beaming round at the rest of the group, "I'd say we were arriving in style!"
Tionel Monday February 17th, 2003 8:47:57 PM
Tionel sits somewhat idly in a chair when Tiree arrives. Immediately he stands taking off a red hat with a black and blue feather adorning it and sweeping the floor with it in a magnificent bow. Currently, he's dressed in amber pantaloons and a white shirt emblazoned with a magnificent gold dragon on his breast. Over this, he wears a vest of a color matching his shiny black hair, except for the two copper buttons etched with dragons that keep it in place. His crimson overcoat gilded with gold trim and similar buttons flows about him, giving him a very royal look. A rapier in a fine scabbard dangles from his belt, with a similar but smaller scabbard on his other side holding a dagger. Except for his guitar-looking thing slung over his shoulder, he looks a lot like a pirate captain.
"You do look excellent, m'damoiselle (or its equivalent) Tiree." Eagerly, he flits about her, examining her outfit from all sides, in obvious admiration for the craft. "Er...I'm Tionel, in case you didn't know." Realizing his observing might be misinterpretated, somewhat shamefacedly, he backs up, adding, "I meant no offense, of course."
After staying silent a bit and avoiding the spotlight, Tionel can't help but take notice at the express service. "Gordos seem to do well in this town. Perhaps I should change my name."
Hopping into the back, he can't help but examine the selection of drinks. Since it's probably top class, he's quite impressed...and unlike Gordo, eager to try out new things. Taking a small green bottle, he pours some in a glass, and first offers it to Tiree, then to anyone else..if somebody else wishes some, he fills up another glass for himself and slowly sips some.
Bog Tuesday February 18th, 2003 4:45:07 AM
A silver curtain, newly installed in front of one of the siderooms is drawn back from a hand within, heralding the entrance of another figure, one that you've never seen before. It is a slender man hung magnificently in great garments. The tip of a pleated pale blue robe peaks out behind a long robe of deep blue with rich crimson and gold lining which is finely displayed within his long bell sleeves which flow to the ground. A crimson belt encircles his waist with tassels that wind down his robe. About him sits a thrown back elegant cape of dark purple which with a magnificent thick black hem decorated with fine patterns of gold, which mimic the pattern of his high stiff collar about his neck. A dark tube can be seen running out of both ends of the foldover collar and down inside around the other fabrics and out of sight. As the man steps forward he removes a large wide-brimmed hat of dark blue and violet etched in magical patterns which are only faintly detectable in the light. The top of the hat and the brim contain a slight droop displaying both comfort and shadow to the wearer.
A completely clean pale-complected face looks around tentatively, the dark hair of his head smoothed back into a small ponytail tied with a black bow.
"W'all???", the long-nosed gentleman barks, "Ain't y'guys gwin sae sump'n? Is'n did har teefarncy gin t'day or ain' it?"
He quickly walks across the room kicking up the cape in the breeze he makes heading for the door to the car. Maybe if he hurries no one outside will recognize him. Then again, he thinks, no one did before.
Syr Tuesday February 18th, 2003 6:44:52 AM
Syr gapes and says nothing as Tiree descends. As she arrives at the bottom he remembers to close his mouth and nods after Tionel, "Wow! Mere words don't do you justice!"
His outfit is definitely lower key than his companions. While he now has a matching purple glove on either hand that creeps up to almost elbow level, that is the only color on him. A well made tunic in a dark brown adorns his torso and a pair of high well-matched boots fit over a pair of leggings. Prefering to keep a simple knot on his ponytail, his normal headband is missing and his black bangs dangle slightly over his brows.
As he hops into the coach, "I REALLY hope we take better care of this one. Gordo? Is there something you aren't telling us?" He peers at the big man. "Well, if the drinks are on you, I'm defintitely tasting." He leans in to examine the bar next to Tionel.
Tiree Tuesday February 18th, 2003 11:25:26 AM
Tiree blushes at the compliments she receives and is a bit startled at the knock at the door.
At the mention of a celebratory dinner, she looks back up the stairs and wishes she had time to change into one of the dresses she now has. Instead, she sighs and takes Gordo's arm. Once in the carriage, she sits back and relaxes a bit. Her hand nervously plays with the laces on her vest.
"I have to say, you guys look magnificent. I think this group cleans up rather nicely."
When Tionel offers her the drink, she happily takes it. At least then she'll have something to occupy her hands.
Turin Tuesday February 18th, 2003 6:05:27 PM
Turin simply stares at Tiree as she comes down, and always keeps at least one eye looking at her as they head into the car. He then manages to bring his attention away, and looks outside the car. His dress isn't remarkably flashy, but it's elegant enough.
Drew Tuesday February 18th, 2003 7:42:37 PM
Looking completely uncomfortable Drew suffers in silence.
DM kent Tuesday February 18th, 2003 8:52:14 PM
The trip goes smoothly and takes much less time than you would think to get to the Gold level of the city. On the way you pass several notable places and establishements. On the Barracks level you catch a glimpse of The Jailhouse Rock along Infantry Avanue and on the Merchant level you pass Domi's Lost Soul Mission and just moments later as you go along the Road to the Top you spy several fine furnishings establishments. As you get to the Gold Level you pass by Gordo's Transports and heading down Emerald Cross you take a right on to Silver Street. After several turns and twists you stop in front of, what to you is, a huge mansion. The doors open and Jeremy is once again there to guide you to the door. The house, for lack of a better word, seems to be three stories tall and at least twice that wide. Jeremy leads you to the door and before ringing the door, turns to you and asks, " How shall I announce you all?"
After getting your reply he pulls the bell pull. It sounds as if an alarm has been sounded so many bells start ringing, but the tune is pleasant, if a bit loud and austentacious.
The door is opened and Jeremy announces you to the doorman that answers the door, who then leads you to a pair of large intricately carved Rowan wood doors. The entry way and hall that you are in is an open foyer of 22 feet lit by a huge crystal chandalier. There is art work on all the walls and fine throw rugs on nearly every area of the floor.
The door man pauses one moment for you to catch up and then opens the door and once again announces you to the 50 or 60 ladies seated at the many tables in what can only be described as the most fomal dining room any of you has ever seen.
Syr Wednesday February 19th, 2003 4:17:04 AM
As Jeremy asks the question, Syr looks around the room taking it all in. "Announce? Personally, I'm Syrdeth Redbow. As a group... what are we?" He looks around at the others questioningly. After a moment, a sly grin spreads across his face, "How about 'The Masketeers'?"
He moves into the room listening to tid bits of conversations looking for something of interest to join.
Drew Wednesday February 19th, 2003 9:41:50 AM
"The Maskateers?" Drew groans. "How about 'The Joined' for are we not joined in bods of family, friendship, and common cause?"
Turin Wednesday February 19th, 2003 11:35:37 AM
Turin chuckles. "Neither really has a nice ring to it." He moves out slightly, mostly along the wall, trying to get a feel for the situation here, and feeling remarkably naked without his spiked chain.
Gordo Wednesday February 19th, 2003 12:16:34 PM
"How about the Orphans of Flaust?" grins Gordo, full of good cheer in his new clothes.
Gordo's confidence and high spirits evaporate as soon as he sees the massed ranks of High Society ladies assembled below. "G-G-G..." he stammers, completely thrown.
He goes as bright a shade of red as the hair on his chest , so at least he colour matches.
Tionel Wednesday February 19th, 2003 12:47:48 PM
"They all sound like wonderful names to me. I've always preferred something a bit more grandiose, like 'The Order of the Orphans Righteous', or the 'Orphan's Brigade', and I do like the maskateers..." He trails off thoughtfully. When the doors open, and all the ladies are there, he beams and struts in full of grace and cheer; giving himself a grandiose entrance.
Tiree Wednesday February 19th, 2003 3:57:17 PM
Tiree lets the others answer Jeremy regarding their name. She could barely think what her own name was at the moment, much less come up with a name for the group.
As the doorman opens the door, Tiree rubs her sweaty palms on her pants, takes a deep breath, and stands up straight. Her eyes open wide as she sees all the women there, but she takes another deep breath and smiles before walking in with her head held high.
DM kent Wednesday February 19th, 2003 8:12:46 PM
A little shaken by the number of names he had thrown at him You are announced as "Flaust's Brigade." As soon as you are announced a hush washed over the room and every eye in the room is immediately zeroed in on you all.
As Lady Firiona makes her way quickly to you, you hear several hushed comments.
"My, they are so young, they're really just children." "Oh Look, they're so cute." "They don't look like orphans."
As Lady Firiona reaches you the room goes quiet again as she greets you. "Oh thank you so much for coming. Please come and have a seat. Your table is right up front. All these ladies are friends and acquaintenances of mine who have come to hear about the orphange and particularly to hear your full story. But that will come after we have a bite to eat. But first let me introduce you to the ladies."
She leads you to the front of the dining room and arranges you around her as if she were a mother hen and you her chicks and then in a clear loud voice says, Ladies I would like to introduce you to the group of young people who saved me. As she introduces you she indicates you should step forward and then have a seat at the table. This is Syrdeth Redbow, Gordo, Tionel Galaodel, Bog, Drew, Tiree True, and Turin.
After your introductions there is a light applause and then waiters can be seen coming to the tables with food.
Bog Thursday February 20th, 2003 6:04:40 AM
Bog is taken aback by the clap of the hands and the rattle of the jewelry. He has been silent throughout the entrance into the grand domicile, staring wide-eyed from under his wide-brimmed hat, which he has now removed.
Fidgeting with his hat, he step forward as his name his called and looks nervously about at the others, then back at the crowd, "Wy, thenk yio. Fari mush. Yu ladees's swell."
He bows his head with a smile and trudges over to his seat and sits down. His mouth drops open as he sees the waiters carrying tryas of lamb, heaps of vegetables, figs, breads, cheeses, and sweetmeats.
"Put it har," he utters pointing to his plate.
Gordo Thursday February 20th, 2003 8:23:21 AM
"H'lo. Nice t'meet you."
The big man stares at his shoes, and lets himself be ushered about. He sits staring at his plate, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Although he is far older than some of the orphans, and far bigger than most, right now he feels like a tiny tot, allowed to stay up late at a parents' party.
Drew Thursday February 20th, 2003 9:49:06 AM
"Flaust's Brigade. I like that."
Syr Thursday February 20th, 2003 2:44:03 PM
Syr seats himself and looks around the room with interest examining all the wealth on display. As the plate is placed in front of him, he digs in with enthusiasm eagerly trying the new tastes.
Turin Thursday February 20th, 2003 5:17:23 PM
Turin just remains silent, feeling like a duck suddenly into some new substance it's never heard of, like molasses.
Tiree Thursday February 20th, 2003 7:57:58 PM
When Tiree's name is called, she steps forward and gives the assembled a small wave. She then seats herself between Syr and Tionel and waits for whatever else is about to befall them.
DM kent Thursday February 20th, 2003 8:32:06 PM
After introducing you all to the crowd Firiona seats herself at your table and as the food is served and you eat she tells you a bit about what is going to happen in a few moments.
"Now, when we are finished eating in a few minutes I will once again stand and address the ladies and explain the two reasons for the gathering, A celebratory thank you for your aid during the festival and to raise money for Flaust's Orphanage. When I am done it is necessary for some or one of you to tell your tale from orphanage to the festival day. Then It will be likely that some or many of these ladies will want to talk with you personnally. It is during this time that you will likely make the most for the Orphanage, so be as personalble as possible.
The food and beverage flows swiftly and bountifully and sooner than you would like the tables are cleared and hot tea and Caff are served to those who want it. Your hostess winks at you all as she stands and makes her way to the fromt of the room.
"Ladies, as you know this fete is serving a dual purpose today. First it is my way of honoring these fine young people without whom, I as most sure I would not be standing here today. Also we are raising funds for a fine institution without which these fine young people might not have been where they are today. For Flaust's Orphanage is where they have called home. Now I ask each of you to look to yourself and put yourself in my shoes and help this fine institution. Now, with no further ado I would like you to hear their story from those that know it best.
Indicating your table once again the room erupt in applause and calls for one or more of you to step up and speak. After a brief moment of applause the room quiets awaiting your answer to the request.
Tionel Friday February 21st, 2003 12:52:06 AM
Tionel wishes he could make up a story and tell of his times in the orphanage...he's sure he could make the ladies cry in horror at the trials and tribulations he had to face, until the grateful momma flaust took him in...but not wanting to lie to such fine people, he looks to the others.
Bog Friday February 21st, 2003 5:02:41 AM
Bog looks around while balancing a mint on his gloved forefinger.
"Hmmm, uwy don' on' a youz flarncies do't. y'know, take dat deer's musics n' sang and strom and lak," he spouts looking at Tionel and Syr. "Deys' all lak de ina stoff at the barz...'n theengs."
"Woll, don' dey?"
He places the mint down inside his robe and almost instantly a bump forms there and then moves around to his back.
Gordo Friday February 21st, 2003 7:24:42 AM
Gordo continues to feel self concious and bashful until Lady F explains that by being chatty they'll make money for the orphanage. The big man's attitude changes completely.
"Right you are, lass" he nods at her words, and his brow crinkles as he struggles to think of something suitable to say.
When they are called upon to speak and the applause dies down, Gordo looks to his companions to see who else wants to speak. No-one stands at once, so he rises to his feet, looking out at a veritable sea of grey hair and expensive jewelry.
"Ahem, ah...
Hello there. My name is Gordo, and it is my honour and privilege to work for Mama Flaust. I'm not an orphan myself, just a volunteer. You'll find that Mama Flaust is the sort of woman who inspires a lot of folk to offer their services for free.
Some of these fine folk you see before you I have known since they were knee-high to a grasshopper. They, like a lot of kids who come to the orphanage, were lost, confused and scared of a cruel, uncaring world. At Mama Flaust's they found a warm bed, a loving family, and above all, a future. It is not enough for Mama Flaust to simply raise these children; she raises them to be good, honourable, caring members of society. They learn the lessons of generosity she teaches, and teach that lesson in their turn.
I came back to the orphanage after a time away trying to raise funds. And the thing that has impressed me most about these youngsters since my return is their unfailing desire to improve the Wold about them, to help others.
When Lady Firiona approached us to seek out a mask for her these young folk jumped at the chance to help raise some money for the orphanage. They wanted to give back some of what they had recieved. It's rare to see such loyalty and decency in the young, and it's a thing to be encouraged, in my book.
Now I'm no tale teller, so I'll leave it to another to tell you all about how the search for the mask panned out. I just want to leave you with one thought.
There are many ways to spend money. Lavish meals, fancy clothes, and countless others. But rarely do you get the chance to spend your money on the one thing this Wold needs more than anything else. Hope. Hope for the future for the starving, the dispossessed, the bereaved, the sick. These fine young folk prove that with love and a kind heart you can make a difference. You can take the most vulnerable, the weakest, the poorest in our society, and make of them the greatest.
I hope you can help. I hope you can aid Mama Flaust in her selfless fight. Because she deserves it. And, as Flaust's Brigade show, her kids deserve it. The more you can help her, the more she can help them.
Thank you."
And the big man sits down, taking a long drink of water.
Tiree Friday February 21st, 2003 10:41:50 AM
When Gordo finishes, Tiree smiles at him and then stands herself. She moves to where most can see her. Pitching her voice to be heard by all, she begins her story.
"I am one of those who was raised by Mama Flaust. She and the other orphans, some of which are with my tonight, are the only family I have ever known. I am 17 years old and I lived at Flaust's orphanage for most of those years. Recently, my family and friends and I have moved out of the orphange, but we are still close. Right across the street in fact and we help out there as much as we can.
I don't remember much about my early life of course. Most memories start when I was about 6 or 7. Even with all the other children there, I had a tendency to be a bit of a loner. I never got into any trouble though, Flaust kept her eye on me pretty tight.
As I got older, I began to make friends outside the orphanage. There was a bard at one of the local inns I was good friends with and I thought about asking him to teach me so I could make some money, but I never did for some reason.
About that time, I and a few of the older kids, got together and decided to work together to make money to give to the orphanage. As a way to payback Mama Flaust for all that she had done for us. We've been doing that now for a bit.
Now, we've moved out of the orphanage and across the street. When that happened, I decided I needed a little time on my own. I'd been told that 16 and 17 were hard years on a girl, and I have to agree. I needed some time to get a few things straight in my head and to make a few decisions.
I have to tell you, that I wasn't part of the group when they got the mask for Lady Firiona. I, well, I guess you could say that I just flew in at the last. But, I am back to stay. For the present at least. No one can say for certain what the future will bring my way. But no matter where I go, Flaust's will always be home to me."
With that Tiree moves back to her seat and sits down, flushed.
Drew Friday February 21st, 2003 2:47:04 PM
Drew shrinks back and tries to hide. Itlooks as if he is forced to speak in front of all these people he will die, or throw up. One of the two for certian.
Syr Sunday February 23rd, 2003 5:16:34 AM
Syr smiles affectionately as Gordo stands to speak. When Tiree takes the lead he nods approvingly at her statements. Clearing his throat, he looks like he is about to say something but then only leans back in his chair.
(OOC: I'm gone for a week (skiing). If anyone wants to run Syr please let our fearless GM know?)
I can play Syr for a week. -Carl
Turin Monday February 24th, 2003 5:16:55 AM
Turin doesn't speak publically, but watches the others and nods, sort of.
Bog Monday February 24th, 2003 5:38:10 AM
Bog, surprisingly, stands and inches his way forward toward the crowd and fumbling with the brim of his hat in his hands.
"Ah'd lak t' sae sump'n. I jost met these folk 'n...well...I naver met a lotta peeples. I spent my hole laf livin in da sewer on da trash levall if'n s'n you c'n belive dat. Las' nat I spent dah firs...deh firs' naht sleep Ah evar spen'n in a sleepin inna bed! A nas comfy bed. N' das all becosa dis fahn place yes'ms."
He reaches down and holds up one of his bell sleeves.
"Dis' Dis' har clothrobe...da firs' t'ing any'n ANYa nice'n lak dis har lady ev'r gaven mes in my laf and *sniff*...I's war covered 'n mud afore dis an now I's clean becasa dat place and dis help...Ah do anytin to repay her and diesen har un alla yous for dis chonce ta be har wit you all. *sniff* Danks."
He wipes his eyes with his sleeves and goes to sit back down. Then puts his hat on and pulls the brim over his eyes.
Gordo Monday February 24th, 2003 7:34:40 AM
The big man gives Bog a friendly slap on the back and whispers with a smile "Nicely said, lad!"
DM kent Monday February 24th, 2003 7:35:51 PM
As each of you stands and says something the crowd grows quieter and quieter and when your story is finally told there is total silence in the room for about 2 seconds and then there is light clapping and nearly everyone starts talking. Lady Firiona motions for you all to stand and to circulate and talk with people as everyone mingles.
Somehow each of you manages to make it through this without embarasing yourselves or dying, though most of you probably would rather face a charging lion than face this crowd of ladies again anythime soon. Several of you got offers of adoption and even trysts. All of you got congratulated and thanked profusely.
Eventually most everyone has left and you are left with just Lady Firiona, a few servants and a strange lady you had not met before. She introduces herslef by simply saying that she works for the new overlord and hands them a small coffer containing the 1000gp reward for finding the mask and removing it from the city. That done she makes her way out and departs.
Moments later Lady Firiona comes over to you flushed with excitement. "You are not going to believe this, You just raise 5000gp for the orphanage. I figure this should be enough to add on 3 new houses to the orphanage and do some much needed repairs. I will have the necessary documents drawn up and sent over to Flaust."
Oh and before I forget here is a small token of my personal thanks for your own use. She hands you a small silk bag. In it you find 10 gems (each 50 gp value).
.....
Apartment Blues
DM Kent Monday February 24th, 2003 7:54:55 PM
You all eventually make if out of Lady Firiona's bushed and more exhausted than you can ever remember, but happy and head back to your apartment. But when you arrive something just isn't right. As you walk in you find there are about 20 people standing in the center of what used to be a room. Wait, now you realize what is wrong. Someone has removed all the interior walls from your apartment and it is all one large room now, And there are 20 strangers standing in your abode.
As the momentary shock wears off three of the people turn and cometoard you. the one that speaks introduces himself as Frelach. (Frelach is a very, very skinny human male with a high pitched, nasal, almost whiney voice.)
"Good evening fine ladies and gentlemen, My name is Frelach, and My two companions are Marlena and Lera. We are the three main Fine furnishers and interior decorators in the Big Float. We were told by Momma Flaust that you would be needing help to redo your apartment in a more appropriate and suitable way. Knowing this and then seeing what this apartment looked like, we knew you would not want us to delay, so we took the liberty of clearing out the rubble and junk. We also had all of your things placed in those six cedar chests. We also realize that you will only need one of our establishments to work on your apartment but agreed to help each other clear the way.
Finally stopping a moment to see if you had any comments or questions, he looks at you each closely.
{Below is some basic info on the three establishments you need to choose from. You may ask questions of each but realize that you need to design your two-story apartment this week.}
Frelach's Fine Furnishings - Frelach, Teribeth, Sonyilla, Marith: Frelach is the owner of this shop, on the merchant level, and the head designer of the team as well. He employs only female humans, who tend to be more than a bit overweight. Frelach himself is a very, very skinny human male with a high pitched, nasal, almost whiney voice. He is irritating but extremely competent and sought after.
Marlena's Mansion Modifications -- Marlena, Millicent, Margrett, Melissa: Marlena and her team are the quiet and thoughtful type who makes suggestions that are really orders. She looks at a place and within moments has a vision of what she thinks it should look like. God forbid the client disagrees with her as she is adamant that there is only one for that a domicile can take and she will not budge from that. They are all very large, high society spinsters that have nothing better to do than try to impose their visions on others lives. They are however quite good at what they do and once finished with a job, have never had a complaint.
Lera's Living Interiors -- Lera, Trisanth, Sooleena, Sirantia: Lera is an empath as are all who work for her. They become attuned to their client's likes and dislikes and manage to come up with some amazing results. They also use quite a bit of low-level illusions in their work to allow for the changing moods of their clients. Their signature is they always place spell on a wall or section of wall that will change between one or two scenes depending on the client's mood. She and her three partners are all half breeds of some sort, as are all of the employees of Lera's.
Tionel Tuesday February 25th, 2003 1:49:11 AM
(Just a short post...busy school stuff today!) Tionel mentions that he'd love to have all the excitement of the city thrown in; big furniture like overstuffed velvet green chairs, couches, and such.
Gordo Tuesday February 25th, 2003 8:20:19 AM
"Well, I'm easy" smiles the big man. He is not particularly into fashionable clothing, and even less into interior design. "As long as I have a table, chair and bed I'm happy. I'll leave colours and patterns and all that stuff to all you creative types."
And with that heads outside for a workout in the back yard, nodding politely to the three design teams.
Drew Tuesday February 25th, 2003 1:52:23 PM
Before leaving Drew approaches Lady Fiona and taking her hand bows deeply her hand to his brow. From his kneeled position he wispers. "Lady Fiona, you are better than your word. My family could ask for no better patronage than this. You have shown your self to be of a true and genorous heart and spirit. May the protective arms of Domi forever shelter you and keep you warm, and should his arms fail you know that with a single breath from you mine are forever yours to command." Standing all can see Drew has tears in his eyes. "For what you have done form my family I will be forever in your debt, I name all debts between us fufilled and removed. May you forever shine to those in the dark." With that he quickly turns and leaves.
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Back at the apartment Drew sits in his half ruined chair. "I dont want new stuff. I like my old stuff."
Turin Tuesday February 25th, 2003 2:12:54 PM
Turin, looking at the three, thinks a bit, and draws the others aside. "I don't know about you guys, but I've heard better things about Lena than any of the rest."
Tiree True Tuesday February 25th, 2003 3:49:42 PM
Tiree shrugs.
"Either Lena or Frelach is fine with me. If we have to have new stuff, and it looks like we do now, we might as well get it over with. There's just something about Madame Marlena that puts my back up. Not sure why though."
Bog Wednesday February 26th, 2003 4:58:57 AM
Bog wrinkles his ips with his hand and paces back and forth in front of the three candidates.
"Harooom......s's you awl waont ta fix'n's op dis plaays eer wot? Wot ya thank ye can do to oppeas all dies here blukes und uh...duh foine loss dere." He stares at them all from under the brim of his hat. "Woll? Yous oll hofta know oll kindsa peeples und dere wonts und needs az allsis in a here lak is alla diffrntlak. Und wez har don know nuttin alla dis flarncy har und fixin. Youz needza know ZOCTLY wot is all us far 's oll." He pauses and produces a quite clean dark grey rat from within a large pocket, "Eev'n HIM."
Drew Wednesday February 26th, 2003 9:06:29 AM
Drew sits and waits.
DM kent Wednesday February 26th, 2003 8:37:48 PM
Frelach, Lera, and Marlena listens to you all for a moment and within seconds Marlen and her band are heading for the door, without even saying goodbye. After a few moments of confirring with each other, Frelach nods his head and with a brief nod gathers his folk and with a polite goodbye also heads out the door, leaving Lera and her three ladies standing and looking around at you.
"So Let's see, what are the things you need in your new home? How many rooms upstairs and down? Do you want full walls or partitions or halfwalls? How many exits do you need, want? where would you like them? should they all be obvious? what kinds of things do you think are attractive? Where do each of you go if you want to relax? Do you want common rooms on one or both floors? What sorts of things do you enjoy doing when you are together?
Tiree Wednesday February 26th, 2003 9:16:39 PM
"Well, I don't know if we have enough room for us to all have seperate bedrooms, but it would be nice. Maybe have most, if not all, of the bedrooms upstairs. Then down here we could have a kitchen and dining room and a general type living area."
Tiree pauses before continuing.
"As for personal tastes, I'd like to do something nice with the garden. But, that's just me."
Gordo Thursday February 27th, 2003 11:02:56 AM
Outside in the yard, Gordo continues to work his way through a punishing series of leaps, shadow boxing and slow forms. Though he has on his new belt, pants and boots, he seems to be wearing his old tatty waistcoat again.
His 'room' back home was shared with his four brothers, and was in reality platform on poles above the main living area in his parents' small stone house. Since then he has lived on a succession of floors and spare matresses. He has never owned his own space before, and the idea seems faintly wrong somehow.
What with the clothes, the room and everything, Gordo is worried he is going to end up spoiled. He doesn't want or need all these things around him. He wants simplicity, joy and peace, and these things stem (so Gordo believes) from owning nothing. Only then can he clearly see where he begins and ends.
He blocks, punches, kicks and butts, quietly chanting a mantra as he does so "Empty the Hand... Empty the Mind... Empty the Hand... Empty the Mind..."
Drew Thursday February 27th, 2003 11:21:14 AM
"I like my old stuff."
Bog Thursday February 27th, 2003 2:14:41 PM
Bog looks surprised and then somewhat embarressed as the two fine designers change their expressions and leave.
Turning to Tiree, he mutters shrugging his shoulders sheepishly, "Gowrsh, missy, M'thinks y'insolted em all lak. Daysen dinda lok var huppy dar wot. Twar thot necassityaary?"
Tionel Friday February 28th, 2003 1:09:52 PM
Suddenly realizing something, Tionel blinks and rushes over to the chests. With great hectic speed, he opens and scrambles through them, finally finding a small black backpack that he used to wear. As he takes it, faint chittering is heard from within, and with a tug of a drawstring, a squirrel comes out of the backpack, looking quite disoriented, displeased, and worse for the wear. "Thank nature..." he mumbles, and offers the poor thing an acorn. It snatches it haughtily, and scurries into a corner, hiding for the immediate time. "Heh, sorry," he says to the rest. "He must have been sleeping when you guys put him out. Laziest squirrel I've ever had."
He sits down on top one of the chests, for lack of better furnishing. "Let's see if I get this straight... some of us want just some nice beds, a bit of an area to eat, but mainly we're pretty impartial. We're not really complainers, or too fancy. Maybe just some nice furniture, a few bedrooms, one or two separate for the ladies perhaps, a place to lounge about, another to eat food, and that's all. Somehow I imagine that you will have more knowledge with what to do than we do...but I'd still like to make some suggestions; not many small items that are breakable or fragile, nothing too posh for us paupers, perhaps put a bit of nature around us? Personally, I only wish to have one really comfortable stuffed chair, one that you can sink into and feel the cares of the world left behind. Other than that, we really don't need much, I think. We spend most of our time out, helping the orphans or other people anyways." Now that his modesty, humility, and agreement with the rest of the group firmly established, Tionel can't help but add his own opinion. "Something you mentioned that I do think would be helpful is having another way in and out that would be hard to find. Maybe a trapdoor, that'd be wonderful! Hmmm...and maybe a small dwelling for our wild friends. Oh, I'd like to have a window and be on the upper floor. And, oh! Perhaps some deep, dark green curtains, and mahogany-type furniture..." he trails off, blushing slightly at his own enthusiasm.
DM kent Friday February 28th, 2003 7:44:48 PM
Lera and her ladies spend about two hours talking and listening with/to each of you and Just as it is really starting to turn dark, They start wrapping things up.
"Well, I think that we have all we need for now. Our crews will show up tomorow morning and we will depart at around dusk each night. this job should last approximately three days. We will start with the upstairs and you rooms, so you will have some where comforyable to retire to each night. Please let us know if there is anything you need or want us to try." You are welcome to stay around while we work, but I warn you I will probably put you to work if you do." Have a great night and thank you for letting us work with you."
She leaves leaving you a barebones apartment and wearied minds from all the hubbub you all partook in today.
It is now about 8 pm.
(OOC, Ok folks get me any last minute ideas you have to include.)
Turin Friday February 28th, 2003 7:53:58 PM
Turin makes a note to avoid the house the next few days. "So... who's up for a 3-day vacation?"
Gordo Saturday March 1st, 2003 4:34:48 AM
The big man just hopes whatever room he is given is sparse and simple. It is amazing how objects have a way of attatching themselves to you, until you are so buried in possessions you lose your focus and mobilty.
Syr Sunday March 2nd, 2003 2:45:05 AM
Syr comes in as the decorators are leaving and overhears a few of the ideas. "Sorry guys, I've been helping Mother get the new stuff ready with the expansion."
Turning to Lera, "It seems most of us are fairly simple folk. Personally, good craftsmanship in furniture is important to me and more difficult to come by, especially down here. Just make sure we have a minimal of furniture? After all, the more we have, the longer it will take to clean."
Nodding at the other elf, "Tionel, a hidden trap door is a great idea. Why not combine that idea and Tiree's? How about something to get us up on the roof? Is it possible to create a small private garden up there? Hopefully, we will still have enough room for the garden and anything else we need for our small friends."
Looking excited, he stares around, already imagining what the house will look like. "I volunteer to guard and sleep in whatever room has access to the roof."
Bog Sunday March 2nd, 2003 7:19:18 AM
Bog shuffles his feet, "If'n y'oll dont mahnd...Oi kinda lak dat baseeemint sellor tahp aree don below. If'n yous cooda fix dat op nise an gimme spots ta work wit spellsan' tings...poshuns ond whotnot...Ahd lak dat. An' only a few explosustions 'll occur some'n arund da but time."
He thinks some more. "Ahna real comfy place ta sit 'n thank. an Ah mean REEEEEEEEEEEEl comfy."
Tionel Monday March 3rd, 2003 12:49:45 AM
The happy elf says "I'll be glad to help you, ladies." He always likes having a part in his future stuff. "I like Bog's idea, too, but don't know if we can really knock out a basement too..."
Anyone else get this message when they send somethng to the DM? d100=15 d100=61 d100=37 d100=7 d100=71 Monday March 3rd, 2003 1:06:29 PM
<<< 550 lemberno IS NOT ACCEPTING MAIL FROM THIS SENDER 550 <lemberno@aol.com>... User unknown
Mikey Monday March 3rd, 2003 1:40:43 PM
Yeah, I got that same message...the second time I sent it, it worked tho. Weird, huh?
DM Kent Monday March 3rd, 2003 5:17:40 PM
(ooc You might get that message if you have recently changed your email address or if It got written down wrong as I have very stricy blocks on my machine If you are getting that message please send the email to strunklew and I will orrect the error.)
DM kent Monday March 3rd, 2003 7:37:22 PM
Lera and her crew show up the next day with some plans and several workers, and they get right to work.
She does mention that it will unfortunately be impossible to provide the basement in the townhome and that the roof is such that a garden or space wont work, but she sees no problem with running an escape way to the roof and several of the other ideas are well accepted as well. As to the simplicity of the rooms and the amount of furniture she nods and mysteriously says I think a combination of the two will work best. You don't really want too much empty space. Tionel she puts to work measuring floor space for the area rugs that will be placed in many of the rooms and every now and again she pops her head in to see how he is doing and is pleasantly suprised by his work. Many of the others take this time to shop around town and check on Flaust and the orphanage to insure things are going smoothly with the donated funds and get the ball rolling on the plans for the additions. At one point during this Lara approaches Drew. "So would you like me to incorporate your chair into your private space or in one of the common rooms?" It is during one of these outside forrays that one of you hears a whisper about some big to do coming up that may need some crowd control and guardianship.
Tiree d20+4=16 Tuesday March 4th, 2003 2:22:39 PM
Out and about, Tiree hears a few rumors about something happening in the city. Wanting to know more, she wanders around and visits a few friends who are "in the know" to see what they might know about what is going on (gather info 16).
Turin d20=19 Tuesday March 4th, 2003 3:48:03 PM
Turin thinks a bit about it, then starts asking around about it (Gather information 19)
Gordo Wednesday March 5th, 2003 3:00:01 AM
The big man, with some time on his hands and keen to escape the frenzied activity at the house, decides to spend some time exploring the city and her shops. He marvels at many of the things on offer, but buys nothing. When he returns to the house later he searches out his companions to ask if they too have heard the rumour that some big event is taking place.
Syr Wednesday March 5th, 2003 3:00:55 AM
Syr spends his time working with Drake at Mother Flauset's orphanage. He only show up at night to get some rest before returning to work.
Tionel Wednesday March 5th, 2003 3:29:35 AM
The elf quickly gets bored of his task, but does it precisely and as helpfully as he can. After a while, he starts to get into it more, as he realizes the potential, and then just as quickly, begins to get bored of it again... until inspiration strikes once more.
Bog Wednesday March 5th, 2003 6:29:19 AM
Bog stands for a considerable time in front of the throng of women bustling around measuring things. He strokes his chin and scratches his half-poined ear. Every now and again, he reaches inside a vest pocket and pulls out his rat which he pets and scratches behind the ears.
"Hmmmm....dat izza tuffy. Wait! Whyyar don' yar den pot my qyuorters up inat da tippy top nd jis mek dem look like a basementsellar...ya c'n dooz dat cantya? Wit all dem ullusiasions? Dere'd hafta be rum fer a taybil fer experariamints n thangs and a looong sofa fer nappin an thinkin. Ana maze fer da rat wit lotsa pilloooz."
DM Kent Wednesday March 5th, 2003 7:51:15 PM
Tiree, Turin and Gordo all hear about an upcoming and unbelievably important wine tasting that is going to be happening in the next few days, that is going to be drawing people from all over the Wold. The other word is that the organizer is looking for security to protect the wine and keep the peace during the event. The one thing that no one has been able to find out yet is who the organizer is and where it is going to take place.
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DM Kent Wednesday March 5th, 2003 8:12:42 PM
Tionel finishes his measurements and is then is sent on a trip to pick up the area rugs that he was measuring for.
The apartment seems to be shaping up fairly nicely with three single bedrooms and two double bedrooms upstairs along with a central living area and a meeting area near the stairs. While the downstairs is being shaped into three rooms, a kitchen, and large family/eating room/library and an all purpose room near the front door.
As Lera's crew works you hear occasional exclamations and then alot of activity and then silence. It is after these silences that Lera comes and gets who ever is around and shows them the secret and trap doors and escape routes that her crew has built into the apartment.
The outside garden is set up with a small bricked sitting area surrounded by lots of top quality, loamy top soil, just waiting to be planted in. She explains that gardens tend to grow best for those who plant and tend them, so they do no planting nor plant selection.
The furniture, while nice is obviously not brand new and is more servicable than beautiful. The cabinetry, tables, and chests are all of excellent work but are basic utilitarian pieces that are easily moved and functional.
The area rugs are tied to each other through their patterns but each reflect the color preferences of each of you and blend well with the rest of the apartment.
But the two most amazing things are the two pieces of wall art upstairs on the two large walls. If you look at them they seem to be three dimensional and the figures seems to actually be moving.
The one near the staircase actually seems to be a recreation of the last moments of the Mask Day and if you look closely you can see what appear to be smal replicas of you all.
The second piece by the fireplace, is much more relaxing and pastoral. It seems to be a forest glade scene complete with frollicking deer nnd rabbits and even two centaurs walking through the edge of the meadow.
Both are amazing pieces and radiate illusiary magics.
Tionel Wednesday March 5th, 2003 9:54:52 PM
"Rather nice and homey," are Tionel's first words, as the elf finishes up with his works. "I like the illusions especially. Madame, I salute you..." He kisses her hand, gallantly.
Syr Thursday March 6th, 2003 4:18:01 AM
Syr comes in and goes straight to the illusionary wall near the staircase. After staring at it for a moment he points and laughs, "Gordo, that fall mmust have hurt!"
Gordo Thursday March 6th, 2003 8:29:14 AM
The big man stares at the work of art in some amazement. "Oh, we have thick skulls in my family, lad!" he grins at Syr. "It wasn't so bad."
He thanks Lera and her workers, complimenting them on an excellent job, then heads to his own room to clear out as much stuff as possible. He aims to end up with just a rug on the floor, a spare blanket and a trunk to keep his new clothes in. Though he's not convinced about the trunk or the clothes.
Drew Thursday March 6th, 2003 11:24:04 AM
I still like all my old stuff better.
Tiree Thursday March 6th, 2003 11:55:58 AM
After thanking Lera and her helper's, Tiree quickly moves upstairs to claim her room. Moving to the far end of the hallway, she quickly grabs the last one on the left. She likes the thought of being away from the noise of the upstairs common room and likes being right next to the secret door to the roof. And being the only female, she feels entitled to one of the private rooms.
After moving all her stuff into her new room, she tries to get everyone together and tell them about the rumors that she's heard. She wants to find out if they are interested in applying for the job.
Turin Thursday March 6th, 2003 2:32:46 PM
Turin comes back and does a double take. "O-kay..." He looks around, almost in awe.
DM kent Thursday March 6th, 2003 10:54:53 PM
After everyone has chosen rooms and or roommates and taken a walk through of their new digs and disciovered the four non normal exits to their abode, Tiree tries to convene a meeting of Flaust's Brigade late that evening, after dinner, to discuss the job rumors flying around and then everyone settles in for the night.
Bog Friday March 7th, 2003 6:45:51 AM
Bog settles into the comfort of an easy chair and puffs clumsily on a pipe he found and, in between coughs, listens to the proceedings, offering naught but nods of his heaad.
Drew Friday March 7th, 2003 9:54:44 AM
Drew waits
Tionel Friday March 7th, 2003 12:39:05 PM
Happily enjoying his new home, after showing the others around, especially the secret exits cunningly made, Tionel slumps down into a comfy chair and idly tells them all, "Wooh...it was exhausting working with those ladies. But now that we're finished, well, what shall we do, guys? Anybody hear of anything interesting going on about town?"
Syr Friday March 7th, 2003 2:20:52 PM
Syr settles down on the floor near the wall and is content to watch the paint dry... (and the illusionary wall).
Turin Friday March 7th, 2003 2:33:08 PM
Turin shrugs. "There's a wine-testing going on soon."
DM Kent Saturday March 8th, 2003 4:41:17 PM
The Orphans sleep the night in their new home and find it almost too quiet, but awake rested warm and dry. It is just after breakfast when there is a knock on the door. When the door is opened there is a young boy standing there, in the livery of one of the local messenger services. In his hand he carries a simple scroll case, a dagger is at his hip. He is looking a bit confused as he looks first at the interior of the apartment and then at the scroll case, in fact he looks to be about to cry tears of frustration for some reason. ""Umm, I, uh, have this message, b, but I don't know, who to give it to as there is no name on it. This is the address, but they said some orphans lived here and.... Oh Im going to lose this job too....
Tiree Saturday March 8th, 2003 7:39:03 PM
Taking pity on the boy, Tiree takes the scroll out of his hand and replaces it with a silver piece.
"We are those orphans. We've just had a bit of good luck lately. Thanks for delivering this."
With a wave, Tiree shuts the door and turns to her friends.
"Now what can this be?"
Opening it, she reads it out loud to the rest.
Gordo Sunday March 9th, 2003 5:49:45 AM
The big man claps the messenger on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry son, you're doing a fine job. You have the right place and the right people."
He listens to Tiree's reading of the scroll.
Turin Sunday March 9th, 2003 11:22:00 PM
Turin chuckles at the boy. "Don't worry about it."
He waits to hear what the scroll says.
Bog Monday March 10th, 2003 3:07:23 AM
Bog comes down the stares almost bouncing, "Mwy, mwy! Ah actically slept a hole naht witout wakin wonce. Neber don dat afore. Say, yousall, y'wanna go take tea wit' won of my mudders fom the hi sosity place? Ah got adopted by four o' dem."
Syr Monday March 10th, 2003 12:44:35 PM
Syr wanders downstairs to see what all the commotion is about.
Tionel Monday March 10th, 2003 1:10:38 PM
The elf smiles slightly at the anxiety of the boy, having met many a person like that. He nods in approval of Tiree's action. "I wouldn't mind finding out more about this wine festival job, myself... I hear there's going to be a big cooking contest in a few weeks or so." (ooc; the module I'll be running!)
Looking over at Bog he grins. "You certainly look a lot better. But actually, we just got this message..." And waits for Tiree to read it out.
DM Kent Monday March 10th, 2003 9:27:42 PM
Tiree opens the scroll case and reads the simple message.
As I am sure you have heard there is going to be a wine tasting this week. What you don't know is that it is being hosted at the Giggling Ghost. Since this is an extremely important, and to some nearly sacred occasion, it is deemed prudent that I have security before and during the event. As Waard aparently has smiled upon you as of late I have a proposition for you to entertain. If you would be so kind to stop by this morning I would like to talk to you about possibly of conducting the security for this event.
Yours luckily, Happy go Lucky
Gordo Tuesday March 11th, 2003 6:12:47 AM
"Security guards, eh? Well it wouldn't be the first time... I'm game, how about you folks?"
He rubs his huge hairy hands together, a huge grin on his face.
Tionel Tuesday March 11th, 2003 12:07:43 PM
"Security isn't my forte, but I'll follow your leads. I'd rather be a participant," he adds, fondly thinking of all his previous experiences with wine... "Maybe they'll let me be security and some mood music..."
Turin Tuesday March 11th, 2003 3:09:01 PM
Turin chuckles. "Security is no problem."
Syr Tuesday March 11th, 2003 3:33:25 PM
The elf crinkles his face upon hearing the note, "Security? So basically standing around and getting paid for it? Sounds boring! If everyone else wants to then that's fine but there must be a better way to make money..."
Tiree Tuesday March 11th, 2003 3:42:08 PM
After reading the note, Tiree listens to the others.
"Isn't the Giggling Ghost where you guys had the fight over the mask? I figure after that mess, the least we could do would be to do security for them. Although why that want us after that incident is beyond me."
Looking at the note again she says, "Besides, it's not like we have anything else to do right now."
Bog Wednesday March 12th, 2003 5:05:26 AM
"Ah'm sure dey'd rally appreeshates it, Ti'nel f'n you'd plays fer dem custeemers und makes em all happy lak. Ah cood wip op som 'lussions too."
Drew Wednesday March 12th, 2003 9:50:03 AM
"Syr protecting the week is not boring, in fact most times a security joib brings the most trouble." Drew smiles with ALL of his teeth.
Tionel Wednesday March 12th, 2003 3:31:22 PM
"Heh.. I like that idea, Bog, if I understood you. Besides, we did wreck the place...the least we can do is help them a bit. So, let's go down to the Giggling Ghost. I've got the perfect outfit!" So saying, Tionel retreats upstairs.
Gordo Wednesday March 12th, 2003 5:14:50 PM
"So we're agreed then? Wonderful, lets be off and meet with Happy. If its anything like the security work I've done in the past it'll be nothing more than showing a couple of drunks the door" grins Gordo, seriously tempting fate.
DM kent Wednesday March 12th, 2003 9:56:45 PM
Agreed to go see Happy, You all make it down to the Giggling Ghost and find there is a closed sign on the door, which is very unusual. You can see a fire in one of the the hearths, so you know someone is there. When you try the door it is unlocked. As you enter You see Happy Bustling toward you. Oh I'm so sorry, but we are clo..... Oh, I'm sorry. Please come in and find a seat. Can I get you all anything to drink? Daphne! Our friends are here. Be a dear, and come help with the drinks. Please make yourselves comfortable. I am so glad you came. Now I know Waard is looking kindly in my direction. Oh what Luck. I Just Know this is going to be the best tasting yet. Waard be willing of course. But now that you are here..... Oh I am sorry I am rambling and have goten ahead of myself. Relax and have a drink while I get my things.
Gordo Thursday March 13th, 2003 3:54:27 AM
Ordering a goat's milk from Daphne, Gordo takes a seat, downs his drink and promtly falls asleep sitting bolt upright. His snores echo in the rafters of the Giggling Ghost.
Drew Thursday March 13th, 2003 9:24:33 AM
Drew goes completely white when Daphane appears, and never seems to be completely comfortable around the ghost.
Tionel Friday March 14th, 2003 1:51:10 AM
Tionel is amused by Happy's antics and smiles at Daphne, trying to act nonplussed about the ghost. They always made him somewhat uncomfortable, but this one seemed rather nice so he tried to act similarly in return. "Thank you, very much, miss Daphne."
Syr Friday March 14th, 2003 5:48:21 AM
The elf seats himself and spends his time trying to run his hands through the ghost's form without her noticing. He patiently awaits the reason they are here...
Bog Friday March 14th, 2003 8:05:45 AM
"Hrm...ayah drank. Hmmmm. Uhhhhhh Kinna git anyya'll littabitta wine? Somp'n sweet. O und war's de entertunements all set up. We's gonna play 'n stuff too, yoo know to entertune da visiteers."
Drew Friday March 14th, 2003 9:11:12 AM
Drew continues to be bothered by the ghost.
DM Kent Friday March 14th, 2003 6:40:55 PM
(ooc sorry guys I've been without power since wednesday night and just got it back.)
Daphne smiles at Syrs funny business as she gets everyone's drinks. After just a few moments Happy is back with a thick sheath of papers.
Hmmm, Ok ah yes I am so fortunate that you all were able to come this morning. Anyway, I have closed the INN for 24 hours in order to prepare for the tasting of the special vintage Purple wine. This event is drawing people from near and far and is likely to be attended by several hundred people at the least. I was able, five years ago to secure the right to this event for this year and it cost me a pretty penny to do so. There are any number of competitors and others that would like to get their hand on this wine for it is literally worth twice its weight in gold. So Not as to beat a dead horse but, I know how to run an Inn, but I am not one that knows much about guarding and protecting things. Thats where you all come in. That is if you would be so kind as to agree to do this for me. The pay will be 5000 gold pieces and a table at the tasting. Ican pay you as much as 2500 gold up front if you need to pick up any supplies and this to aid in your securing the inn for the next twenty four hours. Well, there it is in a mouthful. Will you do this?
Tionel Monday March 17th, 2003 1:23:50 AM
"5000 gold...and...a table?" Tionel is shocked. That's more money than he's ever seen in his life. One day at a noble's feast he made a hundred gold, and didn't have to do anything for weeks thereafter...but five thousand? He's just stunned, unable to respond.
Syr Monday March 17th, 2003 4:37:17 AM
Syr's only indication that he is surprised by the offer is a slight widening of his eyes. "5000? Sounds like you are EXPECTING something to go wrong? What kind of competition are you expecting to show?"
Gordo Monday March 17th, 2003 4:48:12 AM
Gordo blinks awake at Happy's words. The sum is a princely one, there's no doubt about it. "Well I'm in!" he grins, wide awake now.
"So let me be clear; we need to guard the Inn both before the tasting (for 24 hours whilst it is closed) and during the meeting itself. Is that correct? Could we see what we are to protect? Its location, size, any existing security measures, that sort of thing?"
He leans back and scratches his whiskers, pondering ways of ensuring the safety of the wine.
Turin Monday March 17th, 2003 3:58:10 PM
Turin gasps at the number. "I, I think that's... great!"
Bog Monday March 17th, 2003 6:05:05 PM
Bog grins, "'Nd Oi'da been hoppy wit' jost the taible!"
DM Kent Monday March 17th, 2003 10:01:38 PM
Turning to Syr, Happy looks thoughtful for a moment. Well, with Warrd's blessing I hope nothing, but the last time this wine was tasted there were all sorts of difficulties. So I would expect people to try and steal it, I suppose. And since the wine is not only extremely valuable, but has some nearly religious significance to some races. I suppose it is in the realm of possibility you could see a reigious zealot of some sort. But with the right planning and preparation, I am sure you will have not have any problems that you can't handle.
Turning to Gordo in his turn, Happy grins. "So you will do it. That is such a relief for me and my staff. That will truly allow us to prepare for the tasting and not have to worry about the security of things as well. We really dont have a whole lot of existing security. I mean we have the staff and some locks and such but..." he trails off looking a bit embarrased.
"As for seeing the premises and the wine and where it will be stored, I will show you that now and I will also give you a drawing of the premises as well. Then I will let you alone to plan and prepare. Let me know if you need some of your money to buy anything."
It is about this tie that there is a light rap at the door and a bearded dwarven head pokes around the corner. (You are on Mike)
(ooc Inn drawings sent via JPG email attachment.)
Bralin Tuesday March 18th, 2003 8:44:42 AM
The dwarf's entire appearance can be described as functional. Short and squat, he wears blackened banded mail, and carries a small black steel shield, with no insignia. He carries a massive dwarven waraxe, which is also unadorned. His full beard is tied into two braids, and his dark hair is pulled back into another. All three braids end in a simple obsidian band. His dark deep set eyes peer out over a large round nose. His appears to be two or three days removed from a needed bath. Not offensively dirty, but not really clean, either.
"Which of ye be Gordo?" he asks.
Assuming the man introduces himself, the dwarf bows slightly, and continues, "I am the priest Bralin Stoneminder. The Lady Flaust bids me to fulfill my oath with ye." Drawing that really big axe, Bralin drops to one knee in front of Gordo, and raps the pommel (hard) against the floor. "I am at your service."
Drew Tuesday March 18th, 2003 11:01:02 AM
Seeing the new Dwarf enter and then introduce himself to Gordo, Drew looks to Syr and rolls his eyes up into his head. Then he cocks his head toward Happy and shrugs as if to say, "Do we take the job or not?"
Tiree Tuesday March 18th, 2003 11:04:46 AM
Having no idea about guarding the Inn, Tiree sits quietly and listens, absorbing as much as she can. As the price is mentioned, she sits up a bit straighter, but still remains quiet.
At the appearance of the dwarf, Tiree finally moves. Getting up she walks over and stands next to Gordo. Looking up at him she asks, "Who's this?"
Syr Tuesday March 18th, 2003 1:35:43 PM
Turning to the others, "I, for one, want to see why the big deal over some rotted grapes. The job doesn't sound too complicated. Unless anyone has any better ideas let's do it."
Looking thoughtful, "I'm not quite sure how to go about this but should we use some gold to purchase some extra decoy bottles or some structural reinforcement such as a stronger bar on the door?"
Seeing the dwarf come into the inn, he turns to happy, "Dwarves aren't one of those races you mentioned previously, are they?"
Looking from Bralin's axe, to Drew's Axe, to his own Axe, he mutters softly, "Well at least he fits in well."
(OOC: Can you send me the map again please, I don't seem to have received it.)
is this your correct email addy Scott? ups2k@hotmail.com
Gordo Tuesday March 18th, 2003 5:27:05 PM
The big man seems entirely flummoxed when the dwarf drops to one knee and pledges allegiance.
"Who? What? Where?" he splutters, as the dwarf explains. "Please, please, get up lad! No need for bowing, certainly not to me! So Lady F sent you did she? Well, if she reckons you can cut the mustard, so do I. Welcome aboard son!" And he clasps the dwarf's forearm in a warrior greeting with a broad grin.
He quickly brings the dwarf up to speed regarding the wine protection duties, then reverts to scratching his whiskers.
"Perhaps we could cast an illusion of the wine, then hide the real stuff. Can any of you do that? Or could anyone read a scroll that could do that? Also you can get these things, watchucallems, erm, Glyphs of Warning or somesuch, that blow up if people try to get past 'em. Might those help?"
His ears start to turn red, a sure sign that he is thinking too hard.
"What about if thieves came in invisible? Is there a way of seeing them? Or laying traps?" He looks to the magic users in the group for suggestions.
"Failing that me an' Drew could just sit on top of it all and hit anyone who got past the rest of you folk!"
Turin Tuesday March 18th, 2003 5:50:24 PM
Turin chuckles. "If a thief is truly determined, nothing we can do can stop him. However, there are a number of things we can do to try to stop him."
Tionel Tuesday March 18th, 2003 7:48:10 PM
Looking around the place, Tionel smiles. "It looks like a wonderful place for a wine contest. I suppose the important tasting will take place on stage, correct? We'll need to move the tables closest to the stage out of there, to make room for anything that might occur. Does that door to the Happy Park entrance go directly onto the stage? We may have to block it, if so. Hmmm... maybe we should make sure that the room directly above is guarded, or at least that no one has it checked out and it's locked. And we'll definitely have to watch the wine cellar... I like how there's a clear path through the inn, which is helpful if something does happen. We will definitely have to beware of magic tricks as well as those of the physical kind, but we should beware more of the trick of preparation." Tionel wonders what to do, and sits down at one of the tables, pulls out some paper and an inkpot and quill, and sets to preparing a list. "So, what do you guys think our main priorities should be?"
DM Kent Tuesday March 18th, 2003 9:51:06 PM
Bralin draws near to the others and is a bit puzzled by the reaction, or lack there of, he got from his arrival as the others keep discussing possible things to do for the Inn.
Happy looks from one to the other of the group looking to see if anyone is actually in charge or if everyone is speaking as they think of something to say. Scratching his head he stops for a moment and clears his throat. "Umm Does this meen that you are going to take the job?"
Tiree True d20+4=24 Wednesday March 19th, 2003 1:28:18 AM
Seeing both Happy and Bralin's confused looks, Tiree steps forward.
"Happy, it sounds like the group is in agreement to help you. Now we've just got decide what to do to help you. Brainstorming if you will. Mind if we stick around here and look things over for a bit?"
Turning to the dwarf, Tiree addresses him.
"As for you..."
Pausing, she looks him up and down before continuing.
"Mama Flaust supposedly sent you over did she? Why?"
Tiree watches him closely during his answer (Sense Motive 24, nat 20).
Syr Wednesday March 19th, 2003 2:10:52 AM
Syr pulls out a chair and gestures to Bralin. "Welcome friend, why don't you sit down and join us?" He offers a casual handshake as way of introduction. "I'm Syr, it's good to have someone else under the 5 foot barrier. Why would Mother send you to us?" He smiles a warm trusting smile at the newcomer.
Listening to Tionel, "Priorities? Hmm, good point. Obviously, all entrances and the actual wine should be given preference. I nominate big and ugly... I mean Drew to stay near the wine. Maybe even a few of us to mix in the crowd anonymously? I'll volunteer to stay near the door." Frowning in thought he turns to happy, "Would it be impolite to search the guests as they come in?"
Tionel Wednesday March 19th, 2003 3:57:48 AM
"Oh, hm? Yes, of course we accept the job. I think it's a fabulous job! We'll probably give half the money to Momma Flaust...that's the only thing I think is fair, right, guys?" Tionel flashes a smile. "Now, there's going to be a few hundred people attending, so it will be hard to check them all suitably. Besides, even if we did take all the obvious weapons, there's still magic. If only we could get an anti-magic spell cast on the wine area...I wonder how much that costs? I'm no spell-caster, really, so I wouldn't know. "Ummm...so, I think the easiest way to prevent the wine from being stolen is to make it suitably immobile...say, put it in a thousand-pound immovable jug that can only allow a bit to come out at a time. How would a wizard transport that sort of thing out, or any thief make off with it? Still, I dunno how to make such a jug, 'cause I'm no gnome. "Anyways, so at the contest, with all the entrances and exits guarded, and one of us on constant guard of the wine, we should be okay. Still, if anybody does make an attempt on the wine, we shouldn't hurt anybody in trying to stop them, or cause any damage. These guys probably won't have the same compunctions, so we'll have to be careful. I think that's about it...We'll obviously have to bolster the strength of the windows and the door, maybe clear a bit of space around the stage, and get some kinda heavy thing that will make the wine difficult to steal. What do you guys think?"
Bog Wednesday March 19th, 2003 6:36:16 AM
Bog wanders around the room from one table to the other nodding his head in approval.
"Yop, deres sis sommany good taybills, Ah con't decide."
He eventually makes it up onto the stage and looks out. "Hey'm Ti'nel! Ye goota try dis! S'gret seein' op herr!"
Gordo Wednesday March 19th, 2003 7:39:59 AM
"Bog, son!" calls the big man, leaping up onto the stage to join the wild wizard. "You're the main spellcaster, what do you say to making the wine heavier, or invisible, or intangible, or creating an illusion of the wine, or setting up protection glyphs? Could you cast Grease on it if someone tried to take it? Or all of those things? Do you know any of the spells that could do those things? Or could you cast them if we bought some scrolls from the Catacombs?"
He turns to the others. "If we can make the wine as hard as possible to take using magic, then we can concentrate on thumping anyone who tries to take it. We have 2500 GP from Happy, should we spend some on scrolls?"
Bralin Wednesday March 19th, 2003 10:33:35 AM
The dwarf nods at Tiree, returns Syr's handshake, gives the half orc cleric a long look, and then takes the proferred chair.
In answer to Syr and Tiree questions, he replies "At your service. I made a debt-pledge to Lady Flaust. She bade me to assist her "Orphans" to fulfill that debt. Thus, I have come."
(I don't know what Sense Motive does, however Bralin has truthfully answered and has no intent to deceive or mislead. He also believes his answer to be satisfactory.)
Turning to Happy, Bralin continues. "My Lord, do you fear theft or in-fighting?"
Drew Wednesday March 19th, 2003 11:34:07 AM
Drew looks to hapy and says "We take the job!" then to Gordo and claps him on the back. "Good plan!!! You and I sit on it and hit anyone who tries to take it!!!!!"
Tionel Thursday March 20th, 2003 12:01:05 AM
Tionel eagerly climbs onto the stage and looks around. "This is great, Bog! Say, do you know any illusions or anything? We could put on a great show here..."
Drew Thursday March 20th, 2003 10:40:29 AM
Drew Jumps up and down "I said well take the Job!!!!"
Turin Thursday March 20th, 2003 2:11:17 PM
Turin chuckles quietly as his boisterous mostly younger friends gleefully accept the job. He starts looking around, thinking on what he'd do if he were trying to steal from here.
DM kent Thursday March 20th, 2003 8:42:04 PM
Relief floods Happy's face as you accept the job. See I just knew Waard Grace was shining on me this week. Make yourselves at home look the place over and let me know if you need any of your pay in advance for equipment and such. I really don't need to be let in on every little thing you do but when you have your final plan ready and in place let me know.
(ooc Ok I am lifting the one post rule through tuesday so that you all may work out what you are planning. Use the maps I sent play with them if needed and let me know what you have in store.)
Aleyna OOC Thursday March 20th, 2003 11:17:43 PM
Kent, I haven't gotten the maps :(
Aleyna, is this your email addy?
seanarain@direcway.com
Bog Friday March 21st, 2003 5:03:24 AM
Bog stomps on the stage, "Hey'm yousa wosername--uh, Hoppy? I's stay op heer if'n ya don' mind."
Turning to Tionel he continues, "Yos Ican doo da 'lusion stoff while yoo musicify it. Ahhhh, soory Gordoo, don' know no glyphsn'ithins. Ah kin mek de wine disoppeer, thoo", he grins.
Bralin Friday March 21st, 2003 8:40:58 AM
"If chiefly theft concerns ye, I'd suggest an alarm stone."
Drew Friday March 21st, 2003 10:44:11 AM
no maps here.....
Gordo Friday March 21st, 2003 12:08:07 PM
The big man nods at the bits of Bog's speech he understands.
"Right then. Well Drew, looks like we're on thumping duty. Funny how it always seems to work out that way."
Bralin Friday March 21st, 2003 12:50:07 PM
The dwarf continues to sit and watch the group.
"Have none of ye run a guard before?" he wonders aloud.
"We must post in shifts, four and four, else we become too fatigued. Two run a watch 'tween the cellar and yon platform (the gaming area), and two 'tween the balcony entrance and the lower.
Yon wizard can detect for magic in the cellar 'ere the wine arrives, and then again day by day. I can assist him.
An alarm stone in the cellar twould warn of trespassers."
Tionel Friday March 21st, 2003 1:25:19 PM
The elf blinks at the dwarf's sensible words. "That's a wonderful idea! So far it seems like we've been preparing for the concert itself, while you're thinking about between then and now. Good idea. I still think we should make the wine hard to move, and we should definitely explore this place, checking everything. I volunteer to help in the search, except the basement. I, er, really don't like dark, closed spaces." Looking somewhat embarassed, he tips his hat to Bralin. "By the by, I'm Tionel...that tall one is Drew, and that's Gordo, and here's Bog. Oh, and there's Syr, and Turin...and that beautiful, luscious, gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking, wonderfully dressed, with lustrous dark hair and quick temper...nope can't remember her name. I'm just kidding. It's Tiree." Tionel is ready to duck if she throws anything at him.
Turin Friday March 21st, 2003 1:49:14 PM
Turin looks at the Dwarf. "I personally was thinking along the lines of setting up a few traps, especially some tell-tales, such as bells that will ring if the wine is disturbed, etc."
Gordo Sunday March 23rd, 2003 3:46:16 PM
The big man slaps the dwarf on the back with a guffaw. "You're a sharp one son! Shifts. Good thinking. I volunteer for the first!"
And once he has located the wine he stand in front of it, arms crossed, peering into the shadows as if challenging them to try something.
Syr Monday March 24th, 2003 4:12:57 AM
Shaking his head at the dwarf, "My parents were in the guard. Since then, I've tried to stay away from that line of work..." His eyes glaze over as he concentrates on the past. With a small jump he refocuses on the problem at hand, "What's an Alarm Stone and are they cheap? Turin may have a more affordable idea with some strategically placed bells or glasses..."
Bralin d20+4=14 Monday March 24th, 2003 9:44:33 AM
The dwarf watches Gordo post himself at the wine cellar without expression.
He glances at Syr, and ponders the question for a moment. "An alarm stone is a magical device that sounds a mighty alarm once disturbed. Tis not inexpensive, but likely falls within the monies provided by our employer. With out proximity to said cellar, Turin's solution is likely sufficient."
The dwarf stands, and calls to Bog, "Good wizard! Shall we commence to the cellar?"
Bralin walks into the cellar and searches for any unusual stonework (Search 14). While there he tells Gordo, "Once I'm complete, I shall rest for the second shift".
Bralin (OOC) Monday March 24th, 2003 9:46:03 AM
Typo --
Should be "With OUR proximity to said cellar"
Drew Monday March 24th, 2003 11:48:09 AM
I can thump people.....
Tiree Monday March 24th, 2003 4:49:13 PM
Overhearing Tionel introducing everyone, Tiree looks about for something to throw at him. Slipping one of her daggers out, she tosses it in hand a moment until she catches Tionel's eye. Smiling she shakes her head and puts the dagger away.
Moving closer to him, she murmurs in his ear, "One of these days you're gonna get yourself hurt, boy." And she quickly kisses his cheek before turning away and hollering at Bralin.
"I've never been any good at setting traps. I've always been to one who got around them. I really don't know how much help I'll be setting things up, but I'll do my best on guard duty. I'll do better during the day since I can't see too well at night. Those who can see well at night ought to have the night shift, I think."
Bog Tuesday March 25th, 2003 12:19:38 AM
"Gor! Aye! I'd be along wit ya rite naow shortly."
He trundles off the stage and follows the dwarf into the cellar. He tiptoes listening to the creak of the stairs, walking slower and slower and slowly waves his hands in front of him. "Gor! Jes lak hom. Naow... Flot lak a twotterflae, bing lak a bee, sho all majik stoff to me!"
[Detect Magic] He looks around the cellar room holding his hands out. He looks high. He looks low. He looks closely at the new and rare bottles of wine that call out to him saying "Drink Me!"
Drew Tuesday March 25th, 2003 10:10:18 AM
I Thump good.
Turin Tuesday March 25th, 2003 4:06:32 PM
Turin will do his best to set up a few telltale traps around the wine. Lines strung with bells, or connected to bells, etc.
Gordo Tuesday March 25th, 2003 4:39:34 PM
"Righto lad." nods Gordo to Bralin.
Standing guard, Gordo does some pondering. "Would lookouts help, do you think?" he rumbles, not at all familiar with organising such duties, rather with performing them.
He grins at Drew. "Yeah, old son. You an' me both!" And he slaps his fist into his open palm. "Now all we need is someone to thump!"
Tionel Tuesday March 25th, 2003 6:10:09 PM
Tionel makes a loooong search of the area of the stage, just in case there's a trapdoor or something. (Taking 20 for a search, +3 wisdom, +2 elven ability). "I'll take whatever shift you want, guys. I think the main thing is to prepare for the celebration itself, but you guys are right. Something might happen, especially with all the magic about this inn." When his search is concluded, he takes a seat at the bar, trying to imagine how the final setup will be from there, as he asks Happy for something light to drink.
DM Kent Tuesday March 25th, 2003 6:38:41 PM
Ok Guys and Gals, I need your plan of how/what you are going to do specified according to rooms and man power take today to complete and get it organised and back to me so that we have little confusion. The real fun starts in the next few days.
So far I am liking your thinking and ideas, now I just need it all put together.
Bralin Wednesday March 26th, 2003 1:04:54 PM
Lets take 16 hour shifts, with the four hours overlapping in the evening whenever our employer thinks it will be most busy.
I will take night shift and guard the entrance to the cellar. I will spend most of the time inside the totally dark cellar to take advantage of my ability to see in the dark. I will make careful inspection of the stone to make sure nobody is tunnelling in.
The two elves and Drew can also be on night shift.
Others should check the upper rooms before the event to check for suspicious activities. During the event, someone (probably two) should be on the balcony, watching the street entrances.
When we're all up, we should have some rovers mixing in with the crowd.
DM Kent Wednesday March 26th, 2003 10:18:16 PM
As Bog and Turing go downstairs to the cellar They meet Happy coming up with what is obviously two delivery people as you go down he tells you that the Purple Wine is in the first four casks right at the bottom of the stairs.
Bog gets no reading from anything in the cellar as being magical in nature.
Turin inspects the area and then gets to work creating a few simple traps. I need you to roll a disable device roll for each simple trap you want to make. DC 10
Tionel finds no trap doors on or around the stage, nor in the dressing rooms.
Bralin inspects the stone and finds it in fine shape, not quite dwarven work but very sturdy and well built.
Gordo and Drew start guarding the wine cellar and looking for something to thump.
With the 5 of you down here with all the casks of wine it is getting awfully crowded.
Bog Thursday March 27th, 2003 2:41:27 AM
Bogs eyes the scrumptious looking wine, then sees Gordo and Drew come thumping down the stairs.
"Nup'm majicicfied don heer. I's god opsteers neow 'nd hep Ti'nel git redy."
He pushes his way up through the bodies and keeps his spell going. As he emerges back into the main room he checks quickly to see if anything upstairs is magical too. Then he goes up on the stage.
"Walp, Ti'nel, ya redy?"
Tionel Thursday March 27th, 2003 6:24:35 AM
Heard clanging about in the kitchen momentarily, Tionel emerges looking somewhat shamefaced. He quickly dusts himself off and sits on the side of the stage. He gently pulls out a magnificently crafted silver flute. He's about to test it, when he blinks...stopping. "Y'know, I don't know if I really can perform without an audience." He hops down, saying, "Say, Bog...why don't we do this later, and have a chat first? I'm curious about a few things..." When they're sitting and comfortable, Tionel bursts excitedly into questions, "Tell me about yourself...and where on the Wold did you get your accent from? Say, do you think Tiree likes me? Most girls do, I'm afraid. It's so dreadful. Say, you're a mage, are you like, a specialist or whatever? I think magic is really interesting...never did have a knack for it myself, though." He seems half-joking, half-serious, his eyes filled with amusement.
(Basically, if we're spending hours on end on guard with each other, might as well do some in character...Tionel will gladly take watches, though he's not admittedly the greatest at this task, and isn't quite sure what he could do if somebody did take the wine.)
Gordo Thursday March 27th, 2003 8:16:12 AM
Gordo practices some shadow boxing as he stands guard with Drew.
"I tell you, son, nothing beats a good fistfight!" he grins. "Gets the blood pumping, make syou feel alive! What say one day we have us a sparring contest?"
Bralin Thursday March 27th, 2003 8:17:38 AM
"The stone is pure" Bralin reports. "I shall now rest for the night."
The dwarf tracks down Happy, "Good sir, have you a barracks where we may take our rest?"
Once he gets an answer, he'll tell Gordo where that place is and then turn in.
Drew Thursday March 27th, 2003 9:49:07 AM
When it comes time for drews watch drew sits with his axe across him lap legs crossed and eyes half closed. Looking at Gordo he smiles. "Im sure you would win any sparing contest we would have." Drew seems completely at peace suddenly. Looking about you notice he has positioned himself in such a way as to see the whole room and in a positon that would allow him to command a battle should one break out within this room. Planning and diplomacy have never been Drews forte but when a battle breaks out him military like mind has often seen weaknesses in the enemy that others have missed. He could be death himself or perhaps to others the protective right arm of Domi.
Syr Thursday March 27th, 2003 2:02:16 PM
Hearing Bralin's question he opts to stay a little closer to his friends and searches around for someplace out of the way. Before doing so, he walks up to the dwarf and volunteers, "I would like to team up with you on the watch unless anyone objects?" During the downtime Syr curls up near the stage to stay readied for his watch and the party.
Turin d20+7=21 d20+7=26 d20+7=16 d20+7=12 Thursday March 27th, 2003 3:29:07 PM
Turin sets up a number of traps around the wine, simply so that if anyone disturbs the area, it will ring a number of small bells. He includes at least two that, if someone tries to disable them, will still ring bells.
Bog Friday March 28th, 2003 3:12:44 AM
Bog shrugs and sits on the edge of the stage. "Hit'sa wahn Icame wit'. Livin down on da traysh levl in da sew'r. An' no...Ah thin' Ty'ree laks huhself....'nd I...uh...speshaliz' in stank."
Tiree Friday March 28th, 2003 4:59:59 PM
Since getting through, not setting up, traps is more Tiree's line, she waits around and does whatever she is told to. She is more than ready to follow the lead in this adventure.
Tionel Monday March 31st, 2003 2:40:06 AM
"Well...stank? Erg...that's okay, I guess." Tionel shakes his head in bemusement. "You really think Tiree just thinks of herself? Well, most women do, I guess. Still...nothing wrong with that. She is kinda pretty, though. Awww, who cares. Anyways...I'll stay watch with ya. Maybe we can sample some of the wine while off watch..."
Syr Monday March 31st, 2003 2:56:02 AM
Syr waits patiently and well rested for his shift.
Gordo Monday March 31st, 2003 6:47:48 AM
Gordo, on first shift, fights the drowsiness he feels, and starts hopping up and down, keeping his circulation going.
DM Kent d20+4=19 d20+4=6 d20+4=13 d20+4=19 d20+4=18 d20+4=17 d20+4=15 d20+4=22 Monday March 31st, 2003 6:50:46 PM
Bog's check of the upstairs finds no particular suprises. Only the fireplaces radiate transport magic.
Bralin and any others are shown to a room upstirs where they can all crash for their rest times.
Drew and Gordo in the basement get a little suprise when all of a sudden the bells that Turin set up start ringing. They look around and see several mice climbing/hanging along the wires.
Syr Tionel, Turin, and Tiree are up in the main room chatting when the alley door basically is thrown off its hinges. "SWhere ISH the Keeeprsh of thish Eshtablisssssment!!!"
Falling through the door is a very large and very drunk Centaur, Behind him you can see several more Taurs as well.
Swheres ish he! My name ish Beltarin ***BEELLCCHH*** an I wantsh to shee the ownersh rice now."
Tionel d20+10=13 Tuesday April 1st, 2003 12:42:34 AM
Tionel hops forward confidently (or at least acting so!). "He's busy at the moment. Can we help you? Say, would you like maybe a bite of cheese or something? I'm sure we can get you some." He tries to sound helpful and friendly...(Diplomacy check 13... :P man, my rolls always suck!)
Gordo d20+5=20 Tuesday April 1st, 2003 4:24:45 AM
Gordo shoos the mice away from the bell wires, and as he does so he thinks he hears a loud crash from upstairs (Listen 20).
"Hey Drew, did you hear that? That big crashing sound? That can't be good, can it?"
Bralin Tuesday April 1st, 2003 8:44:03 AM
Bralin turns to whoever shows him the upstairs room, "Tell everyone where we be, and should trouble commence, hasten here to raise the alarm."
Then, he goes to sleep.
Drew d20=14+?? Tuesday April 1st, 2003 9:54:01 AM
Drew rises and draws his axe and then fades into the shadows, waiting and watching.
Syr d20+4=12 d20+4=16 Tuesday April 1st, 2003 2:53:39 PM
Syr jumps as the door crashes in and quickly moves to it. "I'm sorry sir, we are closed at the moment, if you would like to return in a few days, I'm sure we can accomodate you and your friends." (Diplomacy 12) As he is speaking he tries to close the door to prevent anyone else from entering. (Str 16) If the door is truely off it's hinges then he uses his strength to firmly push away anyone from coming in.
Turin d20=15 Tuesday April 1st, 2003 3:11:36 PM
Turin looks at the 'taur. "Please, sir, you are drunk. Perhaps you should try coming back when you're sober?" (Diplomacy 15)
Beltarin d20+5=22 d20+5=25 Tuesday April 1st, 2003 8:21:29 PM
Looking down at Tionel, Turin, and Syr, Beltarin continues, "Whoos ares yousss all. Yooos not the ownersh. I'm isshh here for the wine tashting. we boughts our ticketss monthss ago and nowsthey been shhtolen. Ssho we're not levin til we knowswhats gonnbe dones abouit."
Gordo and Drew do indeed hear the racket upstairs. Drew steps into the shadows as Gordo heads toward the stairs, as several more mice run around the cellar.
Drew - roll listen check DC 12 Gordo roll listen check DC 16
Bralin gets assured that he will be notified if he is needed and goes off to rest.
Drew d20=19 Wednesday April 2nd, 2003 9:43:16 AM
Drew hiding in the shadows listens intently hearing much.
Listen 19
Gordo d20+5=20 Wednesday April 2nd, 2003 11:03:35 AM
Gordo, standing near the door, is easily able to hear what is going on. He whispers what he hears back to drew.
Turin Wednesday April 2nd, 2003 2:04:01 PM
Turin looks at the centaur. "The wine-tasting isn't here yet. If you want to speak to the owners, give us a place to reach you, and we'll make sure they talk to you."
Syr d20+2=11 Wednesday April 2nd, 2003 3:59:04 PM
Standing in the doorway he tries to calm down the big centaur, "Would you be able to give us a desciption of the people who stole from you? Might I recommend waiting OUTSIDE for them to show up so that you may identify them?" (Diplomacy 11)
He continues to block the doorway to prevent any others from entering. He screams loudly for "GORDO and ...that DWARF, get in here!"
DM Kent d20+8=22 Wednesday April 2nd, 2003 9:38:04 PM
Bralin hears a bellow for " Gordo and That Dwarf" as do Drew and Gordo themselves.
Gordo is focussed on what is going on upstairs and hears it all.
Drew through the translating and the bellowing and the mice, thinks he heard something move near the rear of the cellar, but he is not positive with all the noise.
Syr tries to be diplomatic with a drunk and irritated, angry centaur and finds himself flying across the room after he is grabbed and tossed.
Beltarin snorts and looks around at Turin and Tionel. " Now am I going to get to see the Owner or do I have to bust this place up?"
Tionel d20+7=24 Thursday April 3rd, 2003 1:04:28 AM
The fair-faced elf realizes that these guys are just totally raucous drunks. Talking to them won't help...responding angrily will just provoke a fight. He has to trick them out...somehow. "Hey look!!!" he cries out, pointing behind them. "There goes the owner...I saw him just outside. He saw you guys, and headed away pretty fast. You'd better go catch him!" He tries to put his heart into this, like as though it's just an act...hoping his lie convinces them. At the very least, it gets them outside and away from anything breakable. (Perform check: 24! Or it'd be a diplomacy check 17+9=26. If it were just intimidation, it'd be 20...)
Bralin Thursday April 3rd, 2003 10:08:12 AM
Bralin springs up and hurries downstairs toward the sounds of commotion.
He carries axe and shield in hand.
Drew Thursday April 3rd, 2003 10:31:01 AM
Drew casts see invisable and moves quietly to the rear of the room.
(OOC Im not sure I can cast that.....)
Syr Thursday April 3rd, 2003 1:31:59 PM
The elf snarls in anger at being tossed aside and gets up ready for a fight. He concentrates for a moment and his skin takes on a bluish tinge (Lesser Natural Armor +1). With a flick of his wrist, his great axe appears in his hands as if from nowhere.
Gordo d20+3=8 d20+5=13 Thursday April 3rd, 2003 5:15:44 PM
The big fellow is about to tear up the stairs towards the source of the ruckus when he spots Drew creeping slowly about. Something tells him now is not the time for yelling. If the big half orc has spotted something it may be wise to wait until he's figured out what it is, though he sees little through the gloom of the cellar (Spot 8, Listen 13). Instead he waits, to see if the cries from upstairs grow frantic, and if Drew really has spotted something. Their first duty is to protect the wine, and he can do that best by sticking close to it.
Bog Friday April 4th, 2003 5:29:11 AM
Bog rolls over from his sleeping place against the back wall of the stage.
Drew Friday April 4th, 2003 9:30:09 AM
Drew spotting Gordo nods his head around to the other side. Silently telling him to encircle the back of the room, then putting a finger to his lips he clearly means quietly.
Turin d20=8 d20+5=12 Friday April 4th, 2003 3:20:43 PM
Turin chuckles, as he takes out his spiked chain. "He's not here, and if you tear things up, I do believe you'll be paying a fine fine." He smiles. "Now, if you want to wait until you are sober to speak, we'll have no problems, but if you persist in making a scene, you leave us no choice." (Gah. My gunboat diplomacy and Intim rolls sucked. 8 and 12.)
Beltarin Friday April 4th, 2003 10:05:48 PM
Tionel's call about the owner heading down the street gets Beltarin's attention and he motions for his buddies to go after the person that is seen going around the corner. Beltarin then looks around at Turin and Syr with their weapons in hand and sees Bralin coming down the stairs with his weapon in hand and says, Now whysh you goin to mesh with our fun and pull out weaponsh. I haven taken mine out but I can if yoush wan me to."
It is at this time that you notice what must be one of the largest swords you have ever seen sheathed at his side.
DM Kent Friday April 4th, 2003 10:16:00 PM
(OOC, Anthony, I don't see where Drew can cast any spells at least not according to the PC sheet I have?)
Drew is certain he hears something like a step coming from the back of the cellar as he sneaks forward. (move silent DC 15 to avoid all the bells and whistles you all set up.)
Gordo starts moving around the other way as best as he can and also hears what could have been an inhaled breath. His progress is also slowed by the alarms that you set. (Move silently DC 15)
Bog blinks awake as he looks around the room and sees what is what.
Tionel d20+9=10 Saturday April 5th, 2003 12:46:46 AM
Tionel mumbles to himself... (spellcasting, if anyone has spellcraft ;) ) and waves his hands at the guy, then says, "Hey, I understand your problem. If some guy cheated me out of money, I'd be angry too. Tell you what, I'll help you find him...he's not here right now, though. And we really don't want to fight... I mean, it wouldn't even be fun for you to fight us. I mean, look at me, do you think I could even pick up that big sword, let alone be a challenge to you? Tell you what...how much did he cheat you? Why don't we go to a bar, and we'll share as much wine as he cheated you out of...on me, though. I'll pay back the sum he owes you, and take it up with him myself. How's that sound?" Attempting to cast a charm person spell on him (DC 16 to resist), followed by trying to be as diplomatic as possible (Diplomacy check 10, natural one rolled :P...I can't roll good on these dice! Aaaaaaagh!)
Gordo d20+5=17 d20+3=11 d20+5=16 Saturday April 5th, 2003 3:42:39 PM
Gordo creeps towards the source of the sound, thankful that he asked Tionel to show him the locations of the bell traps (Move Silent 17). He gazes into the gloom, trying to make out where the breathing might have come from (Spot 11, Listen 16).
Bralin Saturday April 5th, 2003 10:04:15 PM
Bralin shoots a quick glance over to the wine cellar, but otherwise stands silently, axe in hand.
Syr (Lesser Natural Armor) Monday April 7th, 2003 2:41:05 AM
Syr blinks in surpise at Tionel's offer to pay as if the idea of a peaceful settlement never occured to him. He stops and fidgets nervously, unsure of the centaur's reaction and what to do now. Glancing between the two he decides to wait on the creature's reaction before moving.
Turin Monday April 7th, 2003 6:07:22 PM
Turin shrugs. "We just weren't sure what you were going to do."
Bog d20+2=11 d20+2=3 Monday April 7th, 2003 8:59:00 PM
Bog dusts off his nice fine clothes and hops off the stage. He sidles around the room toward the exit, hopefully not having to go through the centaur.
"Pard'n," he says as he exits, especially if he's blocked at all. He opens the door again and pops his head out quick to see if anyone is right outside. Then he goes around the inn seeing if he sees or hears anything suspicious.
{Spot 11, Listen 3]
DM kent d20=1 Tuesday April 8th, 2003 6:27:57 AM
As Bog looks out the door he sees and hears what looks to be a fairly fat merchant being chased by four assorted Taurs and about to be nabbed. Luckily the Taurs are all quite drunk as they a falling and staggering quite a bit, but the merchant is huffing and puffing and tiring quickly.
Beltarin stops and shakes his head for a moment, and then as if seeing you all clearly for the first time says, " Nopes don wan yous money wantsh our ticketsh. Wezz wash to be at the tashting. Ish a bery important and religioush thing for us. Musht be there. At this point he hangs his head and starts weeping.
Gordo and Drew see wo shadowy human figures replacing lids on to two very large casks in the back.
Drew d20=18 Tuesday April 8th, 2003 9:53:09 AM
Drew silently makes his way to the back of the room where he can see the figures. If they havent seen him he prepares to cast.
(OOC: Drew is a 5th level character. 3 barbarian / 2 Protector of Domi)
Turin Tuesday April 8th, 2003 4:07:25 PM
Turin nods. "Maybe if you talk to the owner, and explain it, when you're sober, things will all turn out better. If you try to explain it now, he might just turn you away."
Gordo d20+8=28 d20+8=24 2d8(7+8)+4=19 Tuesday April 8th, 2003 4:12:58 PM
Keeping perfectly still the big man tries to make out what the two are up to. How did they get in? And what are they doing with those casks?
Suddenly realisation dawns; they must have been hiding in the casks! They must have been here all along, waiting to sneak out and grab the wine under cover of darkness! He clenches his fists, then charges out of the darkness towards the nearest of the two figures.
He swings a fist with devastating power as he closes, aiming for the shadowy figure's chin (Crit threat, hits AC 24, 19HP if Crit! 9HP if not, subdual damage either way, Stunning Attack, target must succeed vs DC 16 or be stunned next round).
Bralin d20+2=5 Tuesday April 8th, 2003 8:51:36 PM
The dwarf continues to stand silently, with his axe held non-threateningly at his side.
Bralin remains totally still, with only his head occasionally swivelling from the wine cellar, to the drunken centaur, to Bog, and back to the centaur. He's just waiting for something to happen.
(Listen check 5)
DM Kent Tuesday April 8th, 2003 9:18:30 PM ( OOC: Ok I need updated sheets from everyone ASAP. Anth the sheet I have for Drew is 3rd level Barb only)
Syr Wednesday April 9th, 2003 2:26:57 AM
Syr hears the centaur's words and sudden comprehension dawns on his face. He moves forward cautiously and carefully moves his hand to the centaur's forehead. After a moment a red glow appears from under his hand as the elf concentrates. (Lesser body adjustment=+1 on next fortitude save, not sure if it will work but I thought it might sober him up and combat the 'poison'.) "So! What seems to be the problem? You mentioned something about religion?"
(Kent you should have Syr's already 3/2)
DM kent d20+5=21 d20+7=25 d20+4=17 2d4(4+4)+6=14 Wednesday April 9th, 2003 7:06:51 AM
As Drew readies his spell, he sees a flash of movement as Gordo charges in fists a flailing sending a partially suprised thief flying into the wall to lie there for a moment or two the other thief reacts with some amazing speed and sends two daggers at Gordo, sticking him twice for 14 points.
Beltarin shakes his head as Syr does his thing and then passes out.
Bralin hears a crash come from the cellar/
Drew (Take Under Wing -5) d20+6=8 Wednesday April 9th, 2003 9:45:55 AM
Drew shakes his head at the impetuious Gordo and then Bellows at the top of his lungs, "TO MEEEEEE, RATS IN THE CELLAR. TO MEEEEEE!"
He then rushes forewart to attack the Thives. Taking Gordo underhis wing and protecting his friend he focuses his attack energy on helping his friend. (Gordo has +5 to AC) He then strikes out at one of the thieves. Missing the attack.
Slashing out with his Axe
Bralin Wednesday April 9th, 2003 3:50:35 PM
"Trouble!" the dwarf barks.
Dismissing the scene around the unconscious centaur, Bralin sprints to the cellar.
Turin Wednesday April 9th, 2003 4:21:24 PM
Turin, looking at the unconscious centaur, hear's Bralin's shout, and quickly runs after him, probably beating him downstairs. He tries to figure out what's going on as soon as he can see anything.
Gordo (19 HP, AC 23) d20+4=16 d20+4=10 d8+2=3 d8+2=4 Wednesday April 9th, 2003 4:57:45 PM
Wincing with pain, the big man ignores the knife wielder and the blood running freely down his shoulder, instead pressing home his attack against his original target. This time he launches a rapid combination of body blows, but he is unable to make the swings really count (Hit AC 16 and 10 for 3 and 4 points).
As he ducks and weaves he nods to Drew with a grin. "Thanks, old son! I appreciate you keeping an eye out for me! And as for you" he glowers at the knife wielder, "You'll be getting your lumps when I'm done with your pal here!"
Tionel Wednesday April 9th, 2003 7:55:30 PM
Tionel frowns as the fight begins downstairs. Thieves must be here, already... knowing he's not good in a fight, and besides, it'll be pressing quarters down there, Tionel mostly shuts the door to the inn and peeks outside, keeping an eye and ear peeled for anything out of the ordinary while drawing a dagger out.
Syr Thursday April 10th, 2003 3:30:10 AM
Syr leaves the unconscience centaur when he hears Drew shouting. He moves to the top of the stairs and stops peeing down below. "Tiree, if you stay here, I'll go down there. There is only one exit so just make sure no one comes out?" (If Tiree joins him at the stairs he proceeds cautiously down).
Drew Thursday April 10th, 2003 9:34:08 AM
Drew waits to attact till its his turn.
DM kent d20+6=13 d20+6=22 d20+4=24 d20+4=5 d6+4=7 d6+4=5 Thursday April 10th, 2003 6:43:10 PM
Tionel watches as the rest of the crew head downstairs and after drawing a dagger opens the door and peers out. He immediately closes it again as he sees the other three taurs heading back with a very roughed-up and abused looking merchant that is being dragged screeming behind them.
Bralin, Turin and Syr rush down to the cellar and arrive to see Drew and Gordo engaged, in very tight quarters, with two darkly attired individuals.
Gordo attacks T1 again and manages to just connect (AC 16) with his first strike
Drew tries attacking his foe(T2)and does indeed miss (AC18).
T1 draws his sword and swings at Gordo but misses as he is still shaken from the fall.
T2 also draws his sword and with a feral growl launches himself at Drew with two quick slashes of his blade, connecting twice, with the second one nearly causing some serious damage. (12 points damage.)
Turin d20+8=23 2d4(2+1)+3=6 d20=10 Thursday April 10th, 2003 9:31:08 PM
Turin charges in, whipping his chain at the one who hit Drew, striking with finesses and power (Hits AC 23, does 6 damage, my AC is down 2 this round, dodging the guy I'm attacking). He quickly shouts, "They're down here!" (Bluff check of 10)
Tionel Friday April 11th, 2003 1:00:44 AM
Tionel sighs and shutters the door, pushing a big table and chair in front of it...not sure how much that's gonna help. He looks at the door leading downstairs, but is pretty sure he won't be able to help...
Drew (Take Under Wing -5) d20+6=12 Friday April 11th, 2003 9:36:34 AM
Drew growling lashes out at the thief, suddenly this combat has become deadly. The Orc lashes out at the thief but again misses.
(OOC: All Alies within 5 feet get the +5 bonus to AC)
Bralin d20+7=12 Friday April 11th, 2003 9:47:06 AM
The dwarf steps into the cellar behind Turin, but stops right at the bottom of the stairs.
With his darkvision, he easily takes in the scene.
"Two of the enemy," he reports factually to Syr (on the stairs), "We be five. No room to attack."
Bralin holds action for an opening. Should an ally go down, the dwarf will attempt to pull him back to the stairs. If he has room to attack, he steps in with his axe, missing (AC12).
Syr Friday April 11th, 2003 3:07:47 PM
The elf crouches on the stairs and looks on at the scene. Seeing the blood on the monk, "Gordo, You are hurt! Move out of the way so that Bralin can get in there."
If Gordo is able to get out of the combat, Syr hands him a healing potion (1d8+1).
Gordo (HP 19, AC 23) d20+4=11 d20+4=5 Friday April 11th, 2003 6:37:08 PM
The big man grins as he hears Syr's concerned voice behind him, oblivious to the blood flowing down his arm. "Me, hurt? This is just a wee scratch, lad! I'll show you hurt!" and Gordo aims another rapid punch combo at his opponent. However the big man's bravado is clearly greater than his skill, for he misses hopelessly with both punches. "Well, maybe I'll show you hurt in a moment" he adds, somewhat ruefully. "Come on in, Bralin old son, there's plenty of these jokers to go around!" And he takes a 5 foot step backwards towards the cask behind him, allowing the dwarf to join the battle against his opponent.
Bog Saturday April 12th, 2003 5:43:08 PM
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." says Bog shaking his head.
"Dom 'orseheads."
He opens the door a bit and mumbles then points at the Taurs carrying the man and aims under their feet.
[Grease centered on the Taurs.]
He then closes and bolts the door and wnd watches out the window.
DM kent d20+6=26 d20+6=21 d20+4=18 d20+6=10 d6+4=10 d6+4=5 Saturday April 12th, 2003 8:56:29 PM
Turin rushes in to the small area that just got smaller and nearly takes Drew's head off with the chain's follow through after connecting solidly with his opponent.
Gordo misses and jumps back five feet to try and let Bralin in to the melee.
Syr watches and waits looking for an opportune moment for some action.
Tionel blocks the door only to have Bog move it aside to cast his spell at the innebriated taurs. He and Tionel then move to a window to watch what happens.
The Taurs hit the grease spell and don't even realized what has happened. They are so drunk that they think they just fell down and are having a time of it getting up. The poor fellow they are dragging, though, is by far getting the worst of it as several times he is hit by flailing hooves and limbs.
As Gordo steps back, his foe connects with a viscious blow (Crit trheat AC 26 crit roll AC 21 for 15 points)
Drews opponent whether confused by the charging Turin and his chain, or for some other reason tries to attack both his opponents once each and manages to miss both times.
Tionel Sunday April 13th, 2003 2:43:05 AM
"ooh..ouch..um... I think one of us should go get some cops or something, for both the problems down there and that guy getting beaten up by the centaurs. I'll try to get their attention, and run off. That nifty spell you did, and some good detours, should make them chase and lose me. That sound good to you, Bog?" Tionel waits to see if Bog has a better plan...
Bog Sunday April 13th, 2003 4:22:17 AM
Bog chuckles and nudges Tionel, "'Ey wot! 'ow bout we sommin da cops 'ere!"
He cracks the door again and begins pawing at the air one hand over the other several times slowly, "Toot ' ot rarooty toota toot 'oot....hoot 'oot hoot!"
[Ghost Sound centered above the centaurs about 10 feet. The sound is an alarm type of sound. That of a continuous bitonal pattern like OOOO oooo OOOO oooo OOOO oooo OOOO oooo... It lasts three rounds.]
"'f dat dosn't brang da cops err scar' those whatnots 'orseheads, den go giv chase."
"Ah gots woon more goot idea."
Bog Sunday April 13th, 2003 4:23:36 AM
[The tone/spell is as loud as 12 humans.]
Gordo (4 HP) d20+6=20 d8+2=7 Sunday April 13th, 2003 9:30:33 AM
"Ow!" growls Gordo, blood pouring from a variety of nasty looking wounds. "That hurt!"
Despite the serious nature of his wounds it does not even occur to Gordo to break off the fight. He curls a fist to land a real haymaker, and lashes out at the thief's briefly exposed throat (AC 20 for 7 HP, Stunning Fist: beat Fort DC 16 or be stunned for 1 round).
Looking over his shoulder he half grins, half grimmaces at Bralin "Any time you want some of this wee scoundrel you just go right ahead and help yourself old son!"
Tionel Sunday April 13th, 2003 1:19:45 PM
The elf excitedly claps Bog on the back. "That was magnificent, Bog! I think I'm actually beginning to understand your accent, too." He grins, and then wanders over to the cellar. "I'll go check to see how they're doing down there...sounds like a riot's going on."
Bralin(AC20,Taken under wing) d20+9=28 d10+4=8 Monday April 14th, 2003 8:12:20 AM
Bralin sees Gordo is badly hurt. He also sees he's got a straight shot at the enemy.
Without a word, the dwarf launches himself forward, holding his waraxe ahead of him and using his own momentum to force the blade into the man with a satisfying "thwack".
(Charge, hit AC28 for 8hp dam. Should be next to Drew, so I took the +5 AC bonus.)
Syr Monday April 14th, 2003 2:02:14 PM
Syr moves closer to the combatants looking for an opening to make his attack. He grips his axe tightly in both hands, eager for some action.
Turin (AC 23) d20+6=17 2d4(3+3)+3=9 Monday April 14th, 2003 5:42:19 PM
Turin mutters out a "Sorry about that," to Drew as he swings again, strong, but not as direct. (Hits AC 17, does 9 HP damage)
Drew (Take Under Wing -5) (+5 AC to all alies in 5 feet of me) d20+3=23 d20+6=24 d20+6=20 Tuesday April 15th, 2003 11:16:14 AM
Drew begins to see the battle turning and rushes to place himself between Gordo and his opponent pushing his way between them.
He then begins to shout so all can hear.
"Gordo withdraw, heal up now we need you on the stairs. Syr block off the stairs, keep that escape closed. Everyone else flank these two and keep them guessing. Stay close to me if your worried about being hit."
Then looking at the two thieves with that wild half orc look in his eyes he says.
"Surrender now and you wont have to die. We dont want to kill you and will attempt not to, but we cant be sure and I dont often let enemys live when I begin slashing seriously with this axe."
(Grapple to push between and rolled a nat 20 then a Strngth of 24, and intimidate of 20)
DM Kent d20+4=16 Tuesday April 15th, 2003 12:31:35 PM
With Drew and Bralin shouldering their ways past, Gorda is able to drag himself out of the direct line of fire, leaving quite a bloody trail behind him as he goes.
Bralin wields his axe and slices into Gordo's old opponent.
Drew brandishes his axe, but holds off attacking giving his opponent the chance to surrender.
Syr watches anxiously, axe in hand, and looks for a way to contribute in the tight quarters that the combat is taking polace in.
Turin swings his chain, now with more room since Drew moved and once again connects evoking a curse from his opponent.
Between the grease and the sudden alarm-like sound the taurs in the street take off in different directions, slipping and sliding around but leaving a very bloddied and battered merchant type lying in the street.
...
DM Kent (Thief round) d20+4=16 d20+6=9 Tuesday April 15th, 2003 12:38:27 PM
Once T1 who was once faced only by an unarmed man, is now struck by Bralin's axe and is faced with the threat of a second ax, decides he might want to live a little longer and drops his weapon. Sagging against the wall he slides down it to sit on the floor.
Turins opponent sees his partner surrender and lets out a curse. "#$*&*% Joriuss, You lowlife pondscum feeder. This is the last time I will ever work with you!" That said he takes a swing at Turin and misses. As he makes a feint with his second attack he is playing with something in his pocket and suddenly he is no longer there.
Turin d20+6=10 Tuesday April 15th, 2003 12:52:00 PM
Turin looks around, cursing silently. Then, on a bit of inspiration, he swings once more, a bit wildly, at where the thief was. He pulls it back just before hitting anything important. "Well. He got away, it seems."
Bralin d20+4=24 Tuesday April 15th, 2003 2:43:06 PM
Bralin holds his attack to see what happens.
When the other thief disappears, he drops his axe and grabs each of his opponents' hand in his own.
Maintaining a steel grip on the thief's arms (Strength check 24) he asks, "And what have ye got in your pockets, I wonder?"
Bog Tuesday April 15th, 2003 5:01:31 PM
Holding the drooping brim of his hat up a bit to see better, Bog bustles out into the street to the merchant and places an arm about him.
"'Op you goo, sir. Eezee. W' most git yous rot in a b'g da hos' 'ere. Com, sir. "t not bi sef out 'ere."
He helps the man up and shoulders his pain, half-carrying him if needbe, until they get into the inn, bolting the door behind him. Then he sets him down on the stage and places something under his head and covers his bottom half with a tablecloth or something. (like a blanket)
Gordo d8+1=6 Tuesday April 15th, 2003 6:36:43 PM
Though Gordo is loathe to retreat from a fray, Drew's words sink in, and he backs off. Then, seeing that the situation is in hand he takes the offered healing potion with a nod of thanks and drains it (healed 6 HP, 10 total).
He takes up a defensive position on the stairs, ensuring that no further miscreants get near the wine.
Tionel Tuesday April 15th, 2003 10:08:45 PM
"Seems okay," the cheery elf comments, peeking downstairs. He says, "Hey, you guys, we got rid of the centaurs...wait down here till some guardsmen show up." Heading back over to Bog and the hurt merchant, "Oh dear...he looks pretty wounded. Let me see if I can help out..." Tionel says a few soothing words in what may be elvish, touching the guy's poor head. The wounds stop bleeding, and he looks just a bit better, but not much. (Cure Minor Wounds) "Looks like they're gone...except the drunk one." Tionel looks around for him.
Drew Wednesday April 16th, 2003 10:05:43 AM
Upon seeing the man dissapear Drew grabs a sack of flower and rips it open, spraying it everywhere. "Not so fast little one!!!!"
DM kent Wednesday April 16th, 2003 10:32:59 AM
Bralin grabs hold of his captive and after his question the thief shrugs and doesn't say a thing.
Gordo takes his medicine and still doesn't feel real well, but he tkes up a defensive stance with Syr.
Drew spreads flour everywhere on the floor and through the cellar but other than geting flour everywhere doesn't find anyone, including the vanished thief.
Bog and Tionel bring the battered merchant inside and try administering to his wounds and outside of a few moans the man makes no sound and appears close to death.
Bralin Wednesday April 16th, 2003 12:18:19 PM
Still clamped on to the thief's wrists, Bralin marches the man to the center of the group in the basement.
"Maybe this one's got the same device the other used," he suggests.
Syr Wednesday April 16th, 2003 1:55:46 PM
Syr runs up the stairs and makes sure the door is closed with himelf in front of it. He calls down to the others, "Ask that one what the other used to disappear?"
Turin d20+5=25 Wednesday April 16th, 2003 1:57:31 PM
Turin shrugs. "I don't think he went invisible." He looks around. "Besides, if he does, we'll hear the bells." He turns back to the remaining thief. "So," he says, hefting his spiked chain, "You're going to come clean, right?" (Intim check of 25, natural 20.)
Gordo d20+6=26 d20=5 Wednesday April 16th, 2003 6:14:25 PM
Turning back to the pinned thief Gordo grins a friendly grin. "Sure he is! No need for unpleasantness, now is there? You wanted the wine, we stopped you, no harm done. All we need to know is who you were stealing it for and why, and we can let bygones be bygones. So off you go son, tell us what you know, eh?" As he speaks, playing good cop to Turin's bad cop (Diplomacy 26. Another natural 20! What a team!) he rummages through the thief's pockets, hunting for anything of interest (Search 5).
Tionel d8+4=11 Thursday April 17th, 2003 1:25:19 AM
"Dear me...Wish I'd listened to mother when she was telling me about how to help stop wounds. Well, here, let me try a bit of this, some clover, here, and my mistletoe..." Tionel places some golden leaves on a thin cord around his neck against the merchant's forehead. More words in elvish/magic. (Cure Light wounds on the guy...11 hp! see if that doesn't cure his wounds a bit more. :) ) "Eh, Bog, see if there's any constables about. They're sure to be able to help this poor fellow out. Maybe some brandy would help, too."
Drew Thursday April 17th, 2003 1:51:19 PM
"Dont step in the flower. If hes not here than anyone walking through here will leave tracks."
Tiree Thursday April 17th, 2003 3:39:54 PM
Hearing the fighting stop below, Tiree moves over to the injured merchant.
"Looks like you've patched him up pretty well Tionel. If he needs it, I've got a potion that might help a bit, too. But, we'll wait and see if he needs it."
She sits down next to Bog and Tionel and watches the passed out centaur while the others are busy with the man.
DM kent d20+2=3 Thursday April 17th, 2003 4:56:05 PM
As Tionel, Bog, Syr, and Tiree all crowd around the injured merchant Tionel finally gets a real good look at the poor man and with a slightly muffled gasp ralizes that it is the same man that she pointed out to the taurs as the supposed owner of the bar.
Gordo, Drew, Turin and Bralin crowd around, intimidate and rifle through the thief's pockets only to find a few miscelaneous coins, a local good luck piece, three more daggers secreted around his person, and a tattoo of a black dagger is found on one shoulder.
Drew notices that Syr's foot prints are already mixed in the flour from when he ran up the stairs.
The captive is cowed by Turin's intimidation and faces Gordo who seems much more reasonable at the moment. He thinks for a moment and then whispers.
" Is don' know fer sure how's he left. I s'pect by magik. An'I donbe know'n nutt'n 'bout why we wuz nick'n d'wine." 'onest. We jes pait the delivery guy t' take us in wit d'wine and well... the res you know."
Bog Friday April 18th, 2003 7:21:16 AM
"Hoo deer me" says Bog a bit flustered, "It be da gye wital isdeminbindemda mooney."
He trots over to rip open the cellar door and yells down it. "Hy Dworfin'! Wez gots trubbles, kudya c'mop 'ere n' osk ye fothers n' sons' n' thangs wot 'n 'eal dis bloke?!?"
Gordo d20=12 Friday April 18th, 2003 8:30:44 AM
"I see, I see. Well that's OK son. Clearly you're just the hired help, we don't hold that against you. Say, that's a pretty fancy tattoo you have there. What's that then?"
(Int check 12 to recognize the tattoo).
Bralin Friday April 18th, 2003 8:46:52 AM
Bralin waits silently while Gordo and the others question the thief, apparently content to be a set of living handcuffs forever, if need be.
He cocks his head slightly when Bog yells downstairs, catching "Dwarf", but not much else.
Silently handing an arm to Drew, he goes upstairs and takes in the centaur and injured fat man.
"What?" he asks Bog in confusion, obviously trying to decipher the man's accent.
Drew Friday April 18th, 2003 9:55:12 AM
Drew stays below with the wine and spreads the flower out to be effective.
Turin Friday April 18th, 2003 4:13:39 PM
Turin looks around for the caskets the thieves hid in, taking extra time to make sure he finds them. (Taking 20 on a search, 27)
Tiree Friday April 18th, 2003 10:34:51 PM
Seeing that the merchant is well looked after, Tiree moves over and checks on the centaur.
Bog Saturday April 19th, 2003 3:42:31 AM
Bog firmly grabs the dwarf and hustles him a couple steps into the room and points at the unconscious merchant lying on the stage.
"Kin ya's hep dat man?"
Tionel Sunday April 20th, 2003 3:45:07 PM
"oh my..." Tionel covers his mouth, somewhat ashamed. "I didn't think I was actually pointing at someone...too bad this poor fellow got caught in the middle." Tionel tries to help him get comfortable, hoping that he won't be permanently hurt, and won't hold Tionel responsible...
(Tionel wasn't actually pointing at someone, at least, I thought, when he pointed outside...but it's perfectly possible that someone happened to be where he pointed at at that exact moment. Sucks to be them!)
Syr d20+4=7 Monday April 21st, 2003 4:47:08 AM
Syr moves to the door and stands guard using his vision to help spot any potential threats. (Spot 7)
Drew Monday April 21st, 2003 10:15:28 AM
drew waits
DM kent Monday April 21st, 2003 6:53:34 PM
Drew coats the floor with as much flour as he has and waits breathing the stuff as it gets stirred around.
Gordo finishes asking his questions and recognizes the black blade as the symbol of one of the thief guilds in the Floating City.
Turin easily finds the casks they were in as they are the only two standing on end. Except for a small bag and a pouch they are empty and of no other interest.
The merchant is looking better and sems to be lightly sleeping now.
The centaur is showing signs of walking up.
Syr takes up a post at the door and looking out notices that the street traffic is dying down as it is starting to get dark.
The thief looks at Gordo and asks, " Whatcha guin t'do wit me?
It is now dusk outside and the evening is fast approaching.
Syr Tuesday April 22nd, 2003 2:42:06 AM
Syr spares a glance at the other elf, "Kinda gives new meaning to the phrase 'Watch where you point that thing!' How is our merchant friend doing?" Turning away from Tionel, he continues watching the street looking for any signs of trouble.
Drew Tuesday April 22nd, 2003 9:55:39 AM
Drew goes back to guarding and watching.
Bralin Tuesday April 22nd, 2003 1:36:17 PM
Bralin is surpised when Bog grabs him and hustles him forward. He allows himself to take a couple steps, but then plants his feet.
The dwarf's rather serious center of gravity advantage takes hold and Bralin stops. Fortunately, Bog is already letting go by that time.
Bralin gives Bog a stern look. "Don't do that," he instructs. Then, he trundles over to the sleeping merchant and gives him a look.
"He's fine," the dwarf reports. Then, he points to the waking centaur, "Him too."
Turin Tuesday April 22nd, 2003 4:42:21 PM
Turin picks up the bag and pouch, and starts to go through them.
Gordo Tuesday April 22nd, 2003 5:05:39 PM
Gordo scratches his bushy red sideburns when the captured thief asks what fate awaits him.
"Well son, you did the right thing, laid down your weapon, cooperated an' all, but the fact remains you was trying to rob all this here wine. I don't see as we have any alternitive but to hand you over to the law. I'll put in a good word for you lad, tell them you was just followin' orders and the like, but I'm afraid you'll have to pay for your crime. That's the law, lad."
He looks to his companions to see if they agree with him on this.
Bog Wednesday April 23rd, 2003 7:43:56 AM
Bog looks quirkily as the dwarf trundles, but he does not move but follows him with his eyes and plays with the end of his belt-tie.
"Ohhh, da 'orsehead's arite, eh, wot? WOT?!?? Das 'orsehead ARITE?!?!?" He rushes over to the centaur and tries to grab his sword out of its sheath and get it away from him.
Drew Wednesday April 23rd, 2003 9:09:33 AM
Drew guards.
DM kent Wednesday April 23rd, 2003 5:45:48 PM
The evening rolls on and you somehow manage to get rid of your young thief to some of the authorities, the merchant and the centaur revive and go on there way, and you finally get to have a bite to eat which is interupted several times, by several locals wanting to come to the inn and are a bit put out that the inn is closed.
Also while you eat Happy shows up and listens as you tell about your encounter with the two thieves. He also Tut-tuts about all the hullabaloo about the Taurs stolen tickets and says something about if people aren't smart enough to safeguard their valuables....
He goes on about how lucky he was to have been able to get you to do this for him. Although he does look at Gordo with a bit of concern as he looks so bad.
Almost as an after thought he lets you know that there were 300 tickets sold at 200 gps each and that they are all magical in creation. He also tells you that legitimate tickets will glow blue when a detect magic is cast on them.
He lets you know that the inn will be opening a 10 AM and the tastings will start around the noon hour. The musicians and the help should start arriving earlier in the morning hours.
Turin looks into the bag and finds some coins and 2 gems. In the pouch are two small vials of a light blue liquid.
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DM Kent (Continued.) Wednesday April 23rd, 2003 5:48:09 PM
Just as full darkness falls two things happen.
First you hear a loud scream come from the kitchen area that is suddenly cut off. and you hear several loud thundering booms heard from different sides of the inn outside.
Tionel d20+6=17 d20+6=7 Thursday April 24th, 2003 2:58:21 AM
"Oh dear!" Tionel nervously rushes over to the kitchen and opens the door, as he does so nimbly moving aside slightly so that others can see in as well and just in case someone inside springs out at him. He peeks inside, alertly. (Spot 17, Listen 7)
Gordo (10 HP) Thursday April 24th, 2003 8:18:52 AM
As the party recover from the battle, Gordo asks someone to help him with his wounds. "Could any of you lads or lasses cast some healing magics on me?" He asks. "I'm still hurt pretty bad."
When the scream and booms begin, Gordo looks to Drew and then to the others. "What do you think, old son? You and me stay here and guard the wine, while the others scout?"
He stands near the door, letting those out that wish to go, but keeping the way barred against intruders.
Bralin d8+1=8 d8+1=6 Thursday April 24th, 2003 8:45:37 AM
At Gordo's request, Bralin wordlessly hands the man a potion of Cure Light Wounds (heals 8 hp). Seeing that doesn't do the trick, the dwarf casts his own Cure Light Wounds spell on him (heals another 6 hp).
All the various sounds erupt. Watching Tionel head for the kitchen, Bralin pulls his axe and trots out of the nearest door.
He goes through expecting trouble, stopping and carefully checking the street as soon as he's over the threshold.
Drew Thursday April 24th, 2003 9:50:44 AM
Drew asks the Tavern master to check and make sure all teh items in here are his and that they havent been tampered with and thn he spreads the flower all about again. When the noise comes. Drew nods to Gordo and puts a wand in his belt where it is easily grabbed.
Turin Thursday April 24th, 2003 3:50:53 PM
Turin gets ready for anything, quickly checking outside the inn.
Bog Thursday April 24th, 2003 6:11:28 PM
Bog takes a peek out the window on his way to follow Tionel into the kitchen. He stands in the doorway, holding the door open.
Tiree d20+1=13 d20+1=5 Friday April 25th, 2003 12:03:43 PM
Upon hearing the sounds, Tiree sighs.
"I don't think any of us are going to get any sleep tonight."
Tiree tries to get an idea of just what might have caused the "thumps" outside and just where they might be (Listen 13).
Moving toward the center of the room, she drops one of her returning daggers into her waiting right hand.
(Ignore the second roll...double clicked.)
Syr d20+4=5 Friday April 25th, 2003 5:33:14 PM
Not the type to jump at random sounds, he takes matters into his own hands. The elf slips out the front door and warily looks for the source of the sounds. Trying not to get too far from the entrance he uses his darkvision to spot anything unusual. Unfortunately, other than the obvious, he fails to see much (Spot of 1).
Drew Friday April 25th, 2003 5:49:49 PM
Drew waits...
DM Kent Friday April 25th, 2003 6:30:05 PM
Tionel and Bog rush to the kitchen door throwing it open they see what appears to be five female cooks scurryng around the room. When one of them sees Tionel, she shrieks again and then calms down. "Oh sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you we heard those awful bangs and then saw a very large rat. I just couldn't help it.
Bralin, Turin and Syr step outside the inn to take a look around and suprisingly see absolutely nothing. No people, no animals, no nightlife not a soul seems to be anywhere near where you are.
Drew spreads more of his flour around the cellar and then takes his place on the stairs.
Gordo let's the others go out the door and then takes his place at the door waiting to let them in.
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Defending the Wine
DM kent Friday April 25th, 2003 6:42:34 PM
Just as the three outside decide to come back in they catch some movement out of the corder of their eyes.
Two fist-sized stones come hurtling by. On lands about 6 ft from them and the other goes crashing through the window and into the inn. As both of them hit the ground two more deafening booms occur.
Bralin, Turin, and Syr make Fortitude saves DC 15 or be deafened.
Gordo is waiting for the return of the scouts when the window nearby shatters and this fist-sized rock comes through and strikes the floor with a boom. Make Fortitude save DC15 or be deafened.
As the boom goes off in the inn Bog and Tiree also catch some movement out of the corners of their eyes and duck as they see several things flying through the air at them. They hear several things hit the ground and then the room starts filling up with smoke. as the smoke starts fillong the room there is the sound of several coins striking and rolling along the florr and then suddenly the room is pitch black.
Tionel Friday April 25th, 2003 7:45:01 PM
Not being too courageous, Tionel slips into the kitchen and slams the door behind him. "Just calm down, ladies... something weird's going on in there. I'm sure they'll be able to handle themselves." He peeks back through the door into the main room and sees merely smoke... "Whats' going on..?" he mumbles.
Gordo d20+6=12 Sunday April 27th, 2003 9:24:46 AM
Gordo is standing right next to the thunderstone when it explodes, and is instantly deafened.
He signals to Drew, who is standing further back in the cellar, that his hearing his gone. He retreats back inside the door, holding it slightly ajar so he can see anyone approaching. If he sees any non-party member approach he slams the door shut and locks it.
Syr d20+7=8 Sunday April 27th, 2003 2:20:46 PM
As the stones fly by Syr turns to see the source of the rocks. As it explodes, his hands move to his ears in pain. Looking at Turin and Bralin his voice becomes more loud as he realizes that he can't hear himself, "We should Probably GET BACK INSIDE!" With that he stumbles toward the front door.
(Fortitude: Geez, two natural ones in a row)
Turin d20+4=18 Sunday April 27th, 2003 10:40:24 PM
Turin winces at the sound, but manages to keep his hearing. He quickly turns towards where it seems the stones came from, running towards them. "Come with me!" He calls out to Syr and Bralin.
Bralin d20+8=17 Monday April 28th, 2003 8:05:17 AM
Bralin grimaces at the noise, but shakes off the ringing in his ears.
He grimaces still further when Syr goes inside while Turin runs down the street.
"INSIDE!" he roars to Turin, then he turns and helps Syr through the door. The dwarf leaves the door ajar for Turin, pulls his axe, and scans the smoky, darkened room (Darkvision?) in an attempt to see where the bad guys are.
Tiree d20+10=30 Monday April 28th, 2003 3:58:37 PM
Moving slowly and quietly, and using a hand for guidance, Tiree moves in the direction she thinks the door to the basement is in. Upon finding it, (if she does), she stands in front of it, not budging.
Move silently 30 (nat 20)
Bog Monday April 28th, 2003 5:39:19 PM
Bog grumbles, "Naow lidies, don' ya go pickin' on a pooor d'fnslessen rat! 'e smills be'r den you all do. Awwww criminelly wot ?" He spins around to see smoke pouring into the room.
"Rats, indeed!" he saays as he puts a sleeve up to his mouth to avoid breathing smoke and then rushes toward the cellar door as all goes black.
DM Kent Monday April 28th, 2003 6:13:50 PM
Tionel rushes by Bog and Tiree and into the kitchen not even registering that the cooks, that moments ago were afraid of the rat, have shed their aprons and are wearing leather armor and carring bared swords and ahve turned from facing the basement stairs to face you.
Tiree knows the basement is accessed by stairs in the kitchen. She also knows that Tionel just bolted through there and closed the door. Both tionel and Bog are able to find the door easily as you were right there and as you bolt through you find yourselves out of the dark in moments and in in a fully lit kitchen.
In the moments that it takes you for your eyes to adjust you see that Tionel is currently being faced down by four well armed women, who are most definitely NOT cooks.
Turin takes off down the street as he hears Bralin's shout. He goes about 30 yards when he sees four figures standing around a small, mounted, crossbow looking thing.
A bit behind them in the dark Bralin hears the soft whoosh of the fireplace entry being activated and then a suprised comment that is immediately hushed up. " Wut! Why's it so dar..."
Drew hears the hubub in the kitchen from his post halfway up the stairs. Make a listen check DC 14
Turin (AC 15, 16 to the nearest figure) d20+6=11 2d4(2+3)+3=8 Monday April 28th, 2003 6:39:53 PM
Turin charges towards the four figures, attacking the first one with his spiked chain. The swing is strong, but easily deflected by any armor.
Drew d20=14 Monday April 28th, 2003 6:45:02 PM
Drew makes his listen check and then casts obscuring mist out into the bar starting at teh top of the stairs.
Tionel d20+9=15 Monday April 28th, 2003 11:57:27 PM
Tionel quickly says some weird words, waving his hands in front of him... and nothing too fancy happens. No lasers or nothing... only the truly perceptive might notice that his skin is slightly darker, and denser... (Barkskin... woohoo!) "Uh...ladies, can't we talk about this? I mean, if it's wine you're interested in, perhaps we can just have some over dinner, at a nice restaurant?" He tries to smile charmingly. (Diplomacy check: 15)
Tionel Monday April 28th, 2003 11:57:56 PM
(OOC: Now my AC is 15. Just for GM knowledge.)
Carl Tuesday April 29th, 2003 8:02:00 AM
OOC: Kent, could we have a map? I'm afraid I have no idea who is where now. Thanks!
Bralin (ac19, shield of faith) Tuesday April 29th, 2003 8:06:13 AM
Bralin chants an incantation and then works his way along the wall toward the voices he heard.
He gives Syr a tug as he goes.
Breaking out of the darkness, the dwarf skirts the dark/light border as he angles toward where the voices were.
Bog Tuesday April 29th, 2003 8:37:59 AM
Bog stops and takes a step back, "Mmmmm....youz lidies woodn' b' single wood ya? Hmmmmph....A'll givya a rat!"
He cocks his head and claps his hand to his elbows. "G'mee won...gimme two...gimme dem green n' bloo....sctter scutter lttle blightahs cross da wall down da hall n up Thar Skirts!"
[Summon Swarm. Going for the one in front or two of them if they are REALLY close.]
Drew Tuesday April 29th, 2003 9:13:11 AM
Moving Halfway up the stairs.
Gordo (HP 24) d20+3=17 d8+5=10 Tuesday April 29th, 2003 2:59:10 PM
(OOC: Kent, thanks for the map. I'm not sure how Gordo got to the Stage though. I stated a couple of times that he was hanging back with Drew as a last line of defense whilst the others scouted, and that he was holding the cellar door ajar keeping an eye out for intruders or his companions. Unless you have an objection I'll place him back at the cellar door. I'm assuming this would mean he was not in range of the Thunderstone that deafened him either.)
Seeing that his companions are facing four armed opponents, Gordo steps out through the cellar doorway and slams the door behind him.
"Now then, ladies, this is no good!" he grins. "Who's going to cook our breakfast if we have to slap you all silly?" Then, taking a step forward he launches a swift hard punch at the nearest (C1?) (Hits AC 17 for 10 HP subdual(Power Attack, -3 to hit, +3 dmg).
******Carl, If Gordo was looking out for the folks that went outside then he was by the exit door near the stage. If not fine but there is no door to the cellar, just a stairwell down.
Syr (Lesser Natural Armor) Tuesday April 29th, 2003 3:09:35 PM
Lost in the darkness and unable to hear a thing he stumbles around confused. Feeling a tug on his shirt he reaches out to the dwarf and follows closely keeping a hand on his shoulder. Realizing trouble is approaching, he takes a moment to prepare for combat and concentrates on toughening his skin.
Tionel Tuesday April 29th, 2003 4:49:03 PM
After his nice, cordial attempt to woo the ladies, Tionel is utterly shocked by Gordo's haymaker. He gapes and gasps, "Gordo! Never hit a lady!"
DM kent d20=10 Tuesday April 29th, 2003 10:24:33 PM
(ooc Guys and gals, sorry about no post tonight I had an emergency come up. I should get a post done by 6PM est tomorrow)
Gordo Wednesday April 30th, 2003 4:39:07 AM
Winking at Tionel whilst weaving and feinting, Gordo grins "Now normally I'd agree with you son, but when said lady is waving a sword at me, I tend to get a mite defensive. Anyhow, surely it's better for me to give her a little lovetap in the guts than try to bash her over the head with a spiked chain like Turin here? Not that I'm complaining, Turin old son! Don't mind me, you go right ahead!"
(OOC: Thanks Kent. Gordo is standing by the cellar entrance then, attempting to block the route down.)
DM kent Wednesday April 30th, 2003 6:31:37 PM
Drew casts his spell and a thick mist fills the kitchen and moes its way out into a bit of the tavern area limiting everyones vision. (everyone in th kitchen or the grey spotted area is now -2 to hit)
Turin charges into the nearest figure O2(OUTSIDE the INN) but misses.
Bralin and Syr move out of the darkness and move toward the sounds.
Bog casts his spell and is rewarded by the momentary sight of 8 bats as they swarm around the heads of C2 and C4.
Gordo attacks C1 and connects (AC17) while Tionel debates the finer points of diplomacy and appears to be failing.
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DM kent d20+4=7 d20+4=16 d20+4=10 d20+4=23 d20+4=11 2d6(5+3)+2=10 d20+5=10 d20+5=6 d20+1=18 d20+1=16 d6+1=5 d6+1=3 Wednesday April 30th, 2003 6:40:41 PM
Bralin and Syr hear movement in the dark coming toward them and then herar a thump, a scream and a series of thumps and curses and someone falls up the stairs and then falls into a table.
Turin recovers from his miss enough to avoid his nearest opponent's strike but winces as two more strikes from the others connect, opening a gash in his side (10 points)
C3 attacks Tionel with a sloppy strike due to the distractions of seeing bats and the mist and missies with her thrust.
C1 attacks Gordo fiercly lunging in and misses badly hampered by some apron strings that she seems to be tangled in.
C2 and C4 both move forfard waving their swords around trying to hit Bog and some how manage to hit the wizard (8 points)
Drew who had been listening pretty closely to the cellar hears the slightest muffled ring of an individual bell from one of Turin's traps.
Tionel d20+4=21 d6+1=5 Wednesday April 30th, 2003 10:23:54 PM
"Dangit, I hate hurting a lady, but you leave me no choice!" So saying, Tionel's scimitar flashes out (move equivalent action to draw a sword?), and he cuts at the woman fighting him, his sword biting deep into her side (AC 21, for 5 damage). He winces... "Sure we can't talk this over a glass of wine?" he asks her, his eyes looking at her full of anguish.
Gordo (-2 to hit from mist) d20+4=24 d20+4=21 2d8(2+8)+4=14 Thursday May 1st, 2003 3:57:06 AM
Suddenly lost in the mist, Gordo stops talking and focuses on the sounds and shapes around him. He waits, holds back, then...
POW! He rams a straight left right at the attacker's chin (C1), with all his weight behind it (Crit hit, (AC 24/21) for 14 points).
Bog d4+1=5 d20+9=23 d20+9=12 Thursday May 1st, 2003 10:07:53 AM
As kitchen workers C2 and C4 run forward and attack they are swarmed by bats that bite at their hands, faces and eyes. [5 Damage each]
Bog stumbles backward against the wall, a clean cut in his fine robe now seeming with an off-colored spreading crimson. He stares intensely at the bats. He manages to successfully complete his spell ensuring the bats do indeed stay, but his effort to maintain their future presence fails as he holds his chest in pain.
He utters something quickly and tosses a quick pinch from his sack. [Cast Spider Climb Defensively]
[Made first concentration check to successfully summon bats. Failed second one to keep them around. Per the spell, they will last for 2 more rounds.]
Bralin (ac19,shield of faith) d20+5=6 Thursday May 1st, 2003 10:52:44 AM
Hearing the commotion on the stairwell, Bralin steps over to it and with a mighty swing, cleaves through the darkness about where the voice might be.
The stairwell bannister disintigrates under the blow. But the dwarf's blade finds no flesh.
(-2 atk due to darkness? nat 1, never mind)
Drew Thursday May 1st, 2003 12:26:03 PM
Drew moving like lighting moves to the sound of the bell.
Syr (Deaf, Lesser Natural Armor) d20+5=9 Thursday May 1st, 2003 1:42:31 PM
Emerging from the darkness, the elf stays close to Bralin. As he sees the dwarf wield his axe and hit something, he takes his axe and aims near the same spot. With a wild swing, he connects with nothing. Looking at Bralin he yells, "I ASSUME WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE WE DOING?"
Turin (AC 17, 13 HP) d20=17 d20+6=13 2d4(3+1)+3=7 Friday May 2nd, 2003 1:17:17 AM
Turin swings at the two that hit him, feinting an attack at one, then striking at the other (Bluff check 17, removes any Dex bonus unless they roll higher on a sense motive check (wis default), hits AC 13, damage 7). He focuses his defense at the one who hit hardest, as well as his attack.
Drew Friday May 2nd, 2003 12:48:49 PM
Drew continues to rush to the sound of the bell.
Gordo Friday May 2nd, 2003 6:29:24 PM
Gordo continues to ram his straight right at the attacker's chin.
Drew Monday May 5th, 2003 9:19:55 AM
Drew waits....
Bog Tuesday May 6th, 2003 1:40:37 AM
Bog looks at the frozen enemies, then bangs on the pipes and shouts at the ceiling, "Ay, mate! Dese aminaitronic dings en sorts is all broke down. Theyz needdin a winding!"
DM Kent Tuesday May 6th, 2003 6:45:28 PM
Drew rushes the rest of the way down the stairs in to the cellar and sees nothing amiss at first and then notices some slight puffs of flour appearing about every 3 feet or so moving toward the purple wine.
Bralin and Syr attack the stairwell causing some serious damage to the ralings and the support wall, but neither hear nor see anything further.
Turin feints at O1 and strikes out at O4, connecting only because of his feint (AC 16)
Gordo lashes out with a haymaker that momentarily sends C1 backpedalling trying to clear his head.
Bog casts his spell and starts dancing on the cieling.
Tionel lashes out at his opponent who simply smiles at him as his blade slices into her.
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DM Kent d20+4=21 d20+4=19 d20+4=17 d20+4=21 d6+2=3 d6+2=4 d6+2=7 d6+2=3 d20+2=19 d6+2=7 d20=2 d20=9 d20+2=17 d6+2=5 Tuesday May 6th, 2003 7:12:38 PM
Turin's opponents circle around him and step up for a butt kicking contest as all four connect with their attacks, opening a myriad of wounds on the bard's body (17 points)
After Gordo's opponent clears her head for a moment she lashes out with her sword nailing him in the side for 7 points.
The two bat engulfed ladies take a moment to swing around their heads trying to clear the air over them of the bats, but manage to connect with nothing.
After smiling at Tionel his opponent then lunges in to where he believes Tionel is and is rewarded by a solid thunk as he sword bites in to his flesh. (5 points)
Having moved into the dark Bralin and Syr see nothing and hear nothing over their rain of splinters.
Down in the cellar the puffs of flour stop and nothing seems to be moving anywhere. the air is still.
Turin (Not a Bard, a Rogue/Fighter. Jeez.) d100=24 Tuesday May 6th, 2003 10:09:19 PM
Turin falls over, too wounded to do anything, slowly bleeding to death.
Tionel d20+4=16 d6+1=7 Wednesday May 7th, 2003 1:24:18 AM
"Aahhh!!!" Tionel yelps in agony. Dang, he hates when people do that sorta thing...He slashes out sideways, hopefully drawing a line of red across her midsection (AC 16, 7 damage woo!). "Damn it, I hate fighting women!" <especially those stronger than me...>
Bog Wednesday May 7th, 2003 4:32:58 AM
Bog indeed scurries up the side of the wall and onto the ceiling. Blood continues to spill from his wound and dribbles and splats on those underneath.
The bats now are trying to avoid being swatted and only do 1 point of damage each to the ladies 2 & 4 this round.
Bog meanwhile crawls across the ceiling and through the cellar doorway heading downstairs...still on the ceiling. When he gets downstairs, he hangs out (literally).
Gordo (17 HP) d20+6=20 d8+2=3 Wednesday May 7th, 2003 4:43:09 AM
Gordo winces under the force of the sword blow, but keeps on fighting. He jabs another punch at his opponent, but as blood flows freely from the wound in his shoulder he can feel the sword cut robbing his blow of power (AC 20 for 3 HP).
Bralin (ac19,shield of faith) Wednesday May 7th, 2003 8:51:32 AM
Bralin ponders the situation. He doesn't know where the enemy is. With this guy screaming in his ear, the enemy surely knows where he is. However, he does know where the enemy is going.
Bralin gives Syr another tug, steps back into the light and jogs back to the entryway.
Idly wondering if the other warrior ever came back inside, he pokes his head out of the door and looks up the street with his darkvision.
Syr Wednesday May 7th, 2003 1:07:41 PM
The elf silently follows Bralin, alert for any surprises.
DM kent d20+3=18 d20+3=15 d20+4=14 d20+4=13 d20+4=22 d20+4=6 d6+2=7 Wednesday May 7th, 2003 10:33:28 PM
Turin fals to the ground with a steady but slow trickle of blood leaking out of his multiple wounds and pooling around him. As he falls the four snicker and step back behind their portable catapult.
Bralin pokes his head through the door and (spot check DC 10 rolled an 18 for you) sees what apears to be a body fall to the ground with four other bodies tanding round it.
Drew watches closely and again sees a puff of lour and now just the smallest part of a shoe's outline can be seen from the flour. someone seems to perhaps be standing right in front of the two casks of purple wine.
Bog makes it downstairs and sees Drew staring intently at what seems to be nothing but the two kegs of wine surrounded by a flor covered in flour.
Tionel does just manage to hit his opponent and elicits a curse from her as C3's blade slices neatly through his sleave and just missing slicing open his arm.
Gordo again pummels his opponent and feels the swish of air from C1's blade as it whips by his exposed cheek.
C2 an C4 again try and remove the flying rodnets from around their heads. C2 has some success as she connects slicing though the bats for 7 points.
Tionel (29 hp, AC 15) d20+4=13 d6+1=2 Wednesday May 7th, 2003 11:49:52 PM
Hardly even scratched, but convinced that he's mortally wounded, Tionel throws out a smattering of verse as he slashes at his opponent. "OH woe! for as I begin to perish, my wounds mortal, I sigh in apotheosis, my mortal form perisheth but my soul, it---" It's rather bad, and so's his swordplay. (AC 13...2 damage if it does hit.)
Turin (-5HP) d100=74 Thursday May 8th, 2003 12:15:05 AM
Turin continues to bleed.
Gordo d20+3=20 d20+3=17 d8+2=6 d8+2=3 Thursday May 8th, 2003 8:25:55 AM
The big man unleashes a swift combination of punches at his opponent (Flurry), connecting twice (AC 20 for 6 HP, AC 17 for 3 HP).
He raises an amused eyebrow at Tionel's verse, and quips "Dear Domi, keep our bodies safe from the blades of our foes, and our ears safe from the poetry of our allies!"
Syr d20+4=13 d20+9=21 d8+4=7 Thursday May 8th, 2003 3:37:11 PM
The elf sticks his head around Bralin through the door (Spot 13) to see Turin's body lying motionless on the ground. With a scream, "Turin's Down!" he move. Quick to the defense of his friend, he sprints out the door.
He charges at the nearest of the foursome, trying to keep his chosen target between himself and the others. (Attack 21, damage 7)
With a
Syr (Lesser Natural Armor, AC20) Thursday May 8th, 2003 3:40:50 PM
With a .... satisyfying thunk, the axe bites home. He yells at the dwarf, "This one, shorty, this one!"
(Sorry, I didn't realize I hadn't quite finished :) Also, how much longer is Syr deafened?)
Bralin (ac19, shield of faith) d20+9=13 Thursday May 8th, 2003 5:08:22 PM
The dwarf charges at the same time as Syr. He doesn't respond to the "shorty" comment.
But he's obviously effected as his opponent easily ducks his slow moving blade.
(Atk ac 13, sigh)
Bog d20+2=7 Thursday May 8th, 2003 10:19:44 PM
Bog sees Drew's intent stare and looks at the flour around the floor and gets the picture. He quiet creeps down the wall and grabs a small sack of flour himself and then goes back to the ceiling over the wine area.
He looks to see anything [Spot 7] but does not. He'll wait there another round looking to Drew subtly for any ideas.
Meanwhile the bats flurry and fly around the sword shots, only getting nicked but still keep flying in their faces for another point of damage each. Then as quickly as they came, they dissipate in the cracks in a puff of smoke.
[Regular attacks don't affect the swarm. Only area of effect spells. The time limit's up anyway tho.]
DM Kent Friday May 9th, 2003 10:06:16 PM
Bog grabs his sack of flour and as he does so he notices that the tap on one of the kegs is moving ever so slightly.
Syr and Bralin charge out to the comatose Turin's aid and are soon facing four swordsmen. Syr charges in and attacks O4 but opens himslef up to two attacks of opportunity. While Bralin opens himself up to 1.
Tionel sends his blade whisking right past his mist shrouded opponent.
Gordo unleashes a barage that fells his opponent and she falls with a clunk to the floor.
>>>>
DM Kent d20+2=11 d20+4=11 d20+4=12 d20+4=5 d20+4=16 d20+4=24 d20+4=18 d6+2=6 d6+2=5 d20+4=6 Friday May 9th, 2003 10:14:07 PM
C4 moves in on Tiree while C2 moves toward the staircase and Gordo.
C3 tries to see through the mist and attack Tionel again and once again misses.
O3 and O4 take swings at Syr as he charges in and both are so suprised that they manage to miss their attacks of opportunity. They recover to try again and both mange to miss again.
O1 takes a swing at Bralin as he runs in and manages to lay in a nasty strike. Crit threat and roll - 11 points) and the follows through with a second strike that misses.
Down in the cellar the spigot is definately turning.
Syr (Lesser Natural Armor, Fighting Defensively, AC22) d20+3=20 d8+4=6 Saturday May 10th, 2003 5:07:19 AM
Looking around and noticing how outnumbered they are, Syr concentrates less on offense an more on not being hit (fighting defensively). He dodges one opponent's blow and slides closer to his original foe. Landing another axe blow (damage 6) he yells back at his partner, "Hey shorty, get up here and give me a hand!"
Tionel d20+4=5 Saturday May 10th, 2003 5:44:48 AM
"Someone's hurt out there?? Gordo, we've gotta finish these clowns-er, ladies, off!" So saying, Tionel attempts a dashing cut with his sword, and ends up thunking his sword into the kitchen cutting board (AC 5, natural 1.. :P ). "Damn these close quarters!"
Bralin (ac21,shield of faith, fighting defensively) d20+5=18 d8+4=9 Saturday May 10th, 2003 1:11:23 PM
His enemy's sword slices deeply into his side. His allies are hurt and bleeding as well. A huge, feral smile breaks out on the dwarf's face.
Bellowing a primal roar, he slams his huge axe into his enemy's body.
(Atk'd O1, hit AC 18, 9 hp damage, fighting defensively)
Bralin (OOC) d10+4=14 Saturday May 10th, 2003 1:15:23 PM
(OOC - Kent, damage should have been d10 not d8. I re-rolled for 14 dam, or you can just add 2 to the original roll.)
Gordo d20+3=11 Saturday May 10th, 2003 5:43:43 PM
Facing his new opponent Gordo smiles broadly and says "Lass, welcome to the party!"
He swings a heavy blow at the woman (Power Attack -3 to hit, +3 dmg), but the swing is clumsy and misses by a mile (AC11).
Turin (-6HP) d100=49 Sunday May 11th, 2003 8:40:31 PM
Turin continues to bleed.
Bog (8 points damage) Monday May 12th, 2003 6:05:34 AM
Bog makes sure he us JUST over the place where the spiggot is and then dumps a bunch of flour on the area to get anyone that is in front of, behind, or under the spiggot. *PUFF* *PUFF* *PUFF* The flour descends and pools around the barrel.
With his other hand Bog flicks his wand up, forward and in a circle and says (No, not Wingardium Leviosa....) the command word "Critter!".
[The wand will (eventually) summon a monster using summon monster I spell. Type: celestial badger (my alignment) Position: 5 feet behind the invisible man]
DM Kent d20+2=7 d20+2=7 d20+4=18 d20+4=19 d20+4=22 d20+4=20 d6+2=4 d6+2=3 d6+2=6 d6+2=6 Monday May 12th, 2003 10:38:24 PM
Bog pours out his flour and watches as it float downward and tries to settle on something that isn't there. From several feet to your right you hear a chuckle, followed by "Now why didn't I think of that?" Oh yes, I did." Nice try though. The spigot continues to turn and now there is a 4oz crystal container being held near the opening. The Celestial badger comes into existence and ponders what he is supposed to attack as there is nothing living in front of him.
Gordo's and Tionel's opponents miss with their attempts at hitting our two heroes.
While both Bralin's two opponents (O1 & O2)and Syr's two opponents (O3 & O4) respond to their getting hit by pounding on the two new arrivals. (Both are hit twice Bralin 7 points Syr 12 points)
The bat's disappear, but things are still very misty in the kitchen.
Tionel d20+4=12 Monday May 12th, 2003 10:47:17 PM
"Gordo, I think somebody's hurt! I'll go help them in a second, you take care of these, er, women." Tionel stays one last round to fight the ladies...swinging his sword with his typical clumsiness, missing and cutting only cloth.
Syr (Deaf, Lesser Natural Armor, AC20) d20+7=9 Tuesday May 13th, 2003 1:40:34 AM
Syr drops his guard and is hit from both sides. He steps out of his defensive posture only to make a weak swing at OC3, (Attack 9).
Turning and shouting at the inn, "Hey GUYS! Turin is down, he needs help NOW!"
Gordo d20+6=17 d8+2=6 Tuesday May 13th, 2003 4:28:08 AM
Nodding to Tionel Gordo says "Right you are, son, I'll take care of things here", and swings for the woman in front of him, aiming for a disabling strike to her exposed throat (AC 17, 6 HP, Stunning Fist, beat Fort DC 16 or stunned for 1 round).
(OOC: Please note, all damage Gordo ever does is subdual, unless explicitly stated otherwise.)
Bralin (ac21,shield of faith, fighting defensively) d20+5=24 d10+4=12 Tuesday May 13th, 2003 7:46:55 AM
Bralin's roar turns into a low, continuous bass rumble. The dwarf prepares himself to join the rock in eternal slumber.
He swings his axe high, again slamming solidly into his enemy (hit AC 24 for 12 hp damage). Perhaps one of his enemy can join him.
Turin (-6HP, stabilized) d100=9 Tuesday May 13th, 2003 12:48:08 PM
Turin stops bleeding so badly, but is still hurt.
Bog Tuesday May 13th, 2003 4:42:32 PM
Bog growls, "Nyaoow, yoo lssin here, sonny, yous n a gittin pan o' mah raackit. Dis har stuff'n ain' good'n fer ya yoo hear?"
He waves his hands again and babbles something and out of his sleeve pops an Unseen Servant, which he directs to shut off the tap and KEEP shutting it off. He directs the badger to go after the invisible creature in the vicinity the voice came from. Then he begins spinning around on the ceiling in a circle during which he releases flour in a wide birth all over the room.
DM Kent d20=18 d20+2=11 d20+2=15 d20+2=16 d20+4=13 d20+4=18 d20+6=22 d6+2=3 Tuesday May 13th, 2003 5:56:00 PM
(OOC Scott yes one did auto with his roll and the other I forgot to add his +2 flanking bonus before I rolled)
Tionel siwngs and misses as he can't really decide whether he is coming or going. Missing makes his decision and he bolts for the door and outside, opening himself to an attack of opportunity, that swings right by his head but only manages to clip a few hairs from his head.
Gordo's opponent shrugs off his punch and is joined by one of her partners and they both swing at him through the mist. Gordo just senses both of the thrusts and is able to some how dosge both though his clothing is a bit more airconditioned than before.
Bralin slaps an ax up against the side of O1 and watches with satisfaction as he drops to the ground. O2 takes a swing back at Bralin but as he swung blood sprayed him in the face and his thrust went wide of the mark.
Syr, feeling a bit perforated lashes out only to find that he has forgotten how to strike anything. O3 and O4 swing back and O4, from his flanking position manages to just connect again for 3 points)
Bog sends his unseen servant to close the spigot and watches the now full vial vanish and the wine flow cease without a wasted drop.
The badger starts making its way through the maze of barrels when Bog starts spinning.
Just out of the range of the flour, Bog sees a person come totally into view. He has the crystal vial in his hand. He is very flashily dressed and very haughty looking from what you can see of his face as it is masked. He looks up at Bog and motions toward the cask. Helpful fellows aren't they? Well I would love to stay and play with you and your friends, but I think we should be going. Tossing a small playing card to you he turns and faces Drew. Well, we have what I came for. Shall we be off?"
With that said both he and Drew vanish from the cellar. The card he tossed on the floor below you is a 7 of Diamonds.
Suddenly the mist upstairs vanishes.
Bralin (ac21,shield of faith, fighting defensively) d20+5=10 Tuesday May 13th, 2003 9:51:14 PM
Continuing his basso humming, Bralin turns to the next thief.
With the momentum of his axe slowed due to passing through the body of his previous foeman, the dwarf cannot build sufficient speed, and his opponent easily dodges the blade.
(Atk O2 - a lousy ac 10)
Turin (-6HP) Tuesday May 13th, 2003 11:07:27 PM
Turin lies on the ground, unconscious.
Tionel 2d8(1+5)+5=11 d8+5=7 Tuesday May 13th, 2003 11:25:05 PM
Outside, Tionel notices the other figures, but makes a beeline for the unconscious form of Turin. If he manages to get to him this turn, he slips him a potion of cure light wounds. (Ignore the roll, I hit 2 by accident; 7 hp would be cured, Turin would be at 1, if Tionel manages to get to him this round.)
Syr d20+7=27 2d8(1+7)+8=16 d20+7=15 d8+4=8 Wednesday May 14th, 2003 3:55:30 AM
Stepping over Turin, an upward slash at O3 nearly disembowels him. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Tionel racing to help. "Quickly, help Turin!"
He tries to stay between any attackers and Turin motionless form.
(I messed the attack roll up totally during my excitement over my 2nd critical ever, sorry. Attack rolls of 27 and 15 damage of 24)
Gordo d20+6=8 Wednesday May 14th, 2003 7:00:45 AM
Concentrating his attack on his original target, Gordo swings again but misses hopelessly.
"Oops!" he laughs as his punch sails wide. "I reckon I need a bit more practice, eh lass?"
Bog Wednesday May 14th, 2003 7:01:18 AM
Bog races down the wall and shouts angily, "Ah Bg, Danbarnin n wiskrsin beg gummit tarkintun wayslapper gin all 'round da cruckercroaker!"
As he continues on, he picks up the card, tears it into little pieces and stomps up and down on them. Noticing the badger running by squeaking, he kicks it, "Ah shuddup!"
DM Kent d20+4=10 d20+4=17 d6+2=5 d20+4=8 d20+4=5 d20+4=19 d6+2=7 Wednesday May 14th, 2003 9:38:51 PM
Tionel can indeed get to Turin this round, but opens himself up to an attack of opportunity as he passes by O2 who takes a half-hearted swing at the druid but misses. Tionel eases the potion down The rogue's throat and is rewarded by by a gasp or two and a near spewing upon as Turin is returned to bare conciousness.
Bralin plesed with his first strike realizes that he may have taken too much pleasure in it as his second strike goes astray while his opponent's manages to slice a bit off of his cloak.
Syr's strike does indeed disembowel O3 and his opponent slides to the ground looking at his oozing entrails. O4 shocked by watching two of his fellows sliced to ribbons badly misses Syr with his attack.
While Bog curses kicks and rips, Gordo grins as he is about to bear the brunt of the kitchen defense from the attack of the two cook impersonators, who can now clearly see thier target. However one of the ladies in her hurry to attack fouls her weapon in the apron she never got removed and ends up ripping it to shreds as she clears her weapon. C3 however manages to get in a clean shot at the monk. (7 points)
Tionel d20+6=23 d6+1=6 Wednesday May 14th, 2003 11:28:49 PM
"Here, drink this!" Tionel takes out and drops a potion of cure moderate wounds onto Turin's lap. (movement action) "Fiends! Prepare to fall before my...er...sword-thing. Scimitar!" He might not be too hot on sword names...but Tionel charges at the opponent who barely missed him and drives his scimitar deep nonetheless! (AC 23, doing 6 damage) He does leave himself more open to recrimination though. (AC -2, now ='s 13)
Syr (Deaf, Lesser Natural Armor, AC20) d20+7=22 d8+4=10 Thursday May 15th, 2003 3:07:42 AM
The elf pauses a moment to take stock of his surroundings. He looks at his opponents and their armament trying to assess the situation. (What equipment are they carrying). He also spares a glance to the object they used to lob 'grenades' into the inn checking to see if there is any unused ammunition for the device lying around. Finally, he sees the brave dwarf fall, without another pause he renews his attack on his remaining foe with a wicked slice...(hit AC 22 for 10 points) Still deaf, he shouts at the Tionel, "HEY! Will you attack these FOOLS from behind or beside?? They sure are doing the same thing to ME!!"
Gordo (10 HP) d20+3=17 d20+3=9 d8+2=5 Thursday May 15th, 2003 4:18:50 AM
Gordo grunts in pain as yet another wound opens up on his already lacerated body.
"Bog! Drew!" He calls down to the cellar, not realising that his half orc companion has mysteriously vanished along with one of the thieves. "I could use a hand up here if you lads are not too busy!"
He launches a combination of punches at the same assailant, connecting once (AC 17 for 5HP), and hopes that he can keep these two occupied long enough for backup to arrive.
Turin (17 HP) 2d8(5+2)+3=10 Thursday May 15th, 2003 10:16:09 PM
Turin, coughing, drinks the potion dropped in his lap, and gets to his feet, grabbing his chain.
Bog Friday May 16th, 2003 12:07:01 AM
Bog stands perfectly still as someone shouts down the stares. He stares worriedly at the wine, then at the card, then at the spot where Drew was, then races up the wall and ceiling again.
He runs upstairs to the kitchen and mumbles, "BlahblahblowblowbleebleeFRippingMist!" [Obscuring Mist]
Mist and vapor again begin to emerge from the folds of Bog's robe and drift down over the room from the ceiling.
"Run, Man!" Bog shouts.
Bralin (ac19,shield of faith) d20+7=10 Friday May 16th, 2003 8:50:02 AM
Bralin involuntarily steps back as the thief's blade grates off his armor. His returning blow is weak and ill-timed.
Berating himself for his cowardice, the dwarf step forward to meet his foe.
DM Kent d20+4=8 d20+4=22 d6+2=5 Friday May 16th, 2003 5:30:17 PM
(OOC -- The Wine Cask is about the size of a 55 gallon drum (_), but made of wood. It has a single tap on the lower part of one end. The other flat end can be removed if the Cask is turned upright, though that would break the tap. The amount of wine taken won't even really be missed as it was only about 4 oz. It was more like proof of pulling the job.)
Tionel tosses a flsk in Turin's lap and swings at Bralin's opponent (O2) connecting solidly with his scimitar.
Syr visually checks out the minipult and does see several fist-sized stones laying on the ground beside it. He turns and lays a wicked strike on his opponent (O4).
Bralin wobbling a bit on his two stuby legs manages to pull himself together enough for a swing but manages only that.
Gordo manages another punch but it is obvious even to him that he needs a little help if he is going to survive these women. He is rewarded by the sounds of Bog's babbling and mist again starts to fill the kitchen. and the command to Run echoes through the room. (all people in the kitchen are now -2 to hit)
Turin finally mobile again reaches for his beloved chain and makes his way to his knees.
O2 and O4, having just watched two of their companions be killed and then get hit themeselves, now realixe they are outnumbered and turn tail to run. (Turin and Syr can get a final attack in on O4 and Bralin and tionel can get a final attack on O2 if wanted.)
As the mist fills the kitchen again the ladies try once again to cut Gordo to ribbons and one of them does manage to connect solidly. (5 points)
Bralin (ac19,shield of faith) d20+7=12 Friday May 16th, 2003 10:16:14 PM
Bralin swings his axe high over his head, and brings the blade downward in a blow that will cleave this man in twain.
At the final moment, the thief bolts, and Bralin only just manages to twist his axe to keep the edge from striking the road. The flat of the blade clatters loudly on the stone.
(atk roll - AC12)
Turin d20+6=23 2d4(3+4)+3=10 Saturday May 17th, 2003 11:13:21 AM
Turin swings around solidly as he comes up, pulling just at the right moment to rip past O4.
Tionel d20=7 d20+4=12 Saturday May 17th, 2003 6:47:48 PM
When his opponent turns away, Tionel tries to hit the retreating thief but his blade goes harmlessly high. "Right!" He swiftly moves back through the open door, and into the misty room. "Gordo, we're coming to help!" With his sword at ready, Tionel moves in... (Not attacking this round, just moving)
Gordo d20+3=23 d20+3=14 d20+3=14 d6+2=7 d6+6=11 Sunday May 18th, 2003 7:45:33 AM
"Now son" grins the big man to Bog, "What sort of servant o' Domi would I be if I went running from fights? Courage will see us through lad, fear not!" Gordo looks a mess; his body is a mass of cuts and contusions, one ear is half hanging off and his face is swollen and bloody. But the grin is still there, as he leaps forward to attack again.
This time he slams another disabling punch at his original opponent (Flurry, missed crit, 7 HP dmg, 3rd Stunning Fist of 4, DC 16 or be stunned), then tries to do the same to his second opponent (4th Stunning Fist used, missed), but fails to connect.
"Ladies" he grins, "This has been great fun, but I'd advise you to surrender now, while you still can. Your colleagues have fallen and my companions return, and they are not so gentle as I." (Diplomacy 11).
Turin (D'oh) Sunday May 18th, 2003 3:19:30 PM
(Hits AC 23, does 10 points of damage)
Bog Monday May 19th, 2003 1:02:22 AM
No answer comes from the foggy ceiling as BOg has already bolted from the room, (flipping over the door beam) and across the main room's ceiling, down the wall and out the door.
Syr (Deaf, Lesser Natural Armor) d8=1 Monday May 19th, 2003 2:26:06 AM
Syr lets his remaining opponent flee. Wincing in pain, he turns his attention to his side. With a quick flick, his axe disappears inside his purple glove. He places his left hand on his side and concentrates. I timid, weak blue glow appears between his fingers (Lesser Body adjustment, cured a BIG 1 hp). Seeing Tionel's mouth move like a shout and watching him run inside, he then turns and follows him into the inn. "WHERE ARE WE GOING??"
DM Kent d20+3=7 d20+2=7 d20+3=9 d20+2=5 Monday May 19th, 2003 5:57:10 PM
Those of you who were deaf are starting to get your hearng back but there is still a lot of ringing in your ears.
Turin Catches one of the fleeing felons as he retreats but doesn't manage to bring him down.
Tionel takes off toward the inns door and runns smack dab into Bog slamming out through the door.
Syr follow Tionel a bit more slowly and watches as her two friends nearly knock each other over.
As Bralin looks at his axe to make sure it wasn't damaged he sees the five fist sized stones still laying on the ground next to the minipult.
Gordo in the mist again feels his fist connect solidly with his first attack and then hears a satsifying thump as something drops to the ground.
He senses more than he hears, sees or feels his last opponent miss and then hears her say. "Well it has been a fun dance but I think we will take your girl friend here and depart. Perhaps we will see you later." There is now silence in the kitchen with a few soft shallow breaths coming from the floor near Gordo's feet.
Tionel Monday May 19th, 2003 9:29:08 PM
Turning his head to answer Syr, Tionel runs right into Bog and falls backwards onto his behind with a startled grunt. "Halt, lady!" he says, whipping up his sword...and seeing Bog. "Er...sorry." He blushes and stands up, looking past into the mist. "Gordo, everything okay in there?"
Bralin d20+4=6 Tuesday May 20th, 2003 8:29:51 AM
The dwarf stoops to inspect the stones, Likely of smoke and darkness, he muses with interest. (Appraise check 6)
Unable to readily identify them, he turns to the minipult. Bralin gauges if the contraption can fit through the door of the inn.
If it can't, the dwarf raises his axe and turns the machine to kindling. Then he reverently scoops up the stones into his arms, and carries them back inside.
Syr Tuesday May 20th, 2003 12:40:27 PM
Syr slows as Tionel comes to a stop. Taking a moment, he asks, "Where are Drew and Gordo?"
Gordo Tuesday May 20th, 2003 4:09:45 PM
"Aye lass, you be off if you wish. You had your job, I have mine. But if you run into my friends on the way out, they may not take such a rosy view of things, so I'd mind your back if I were you. It's been a pleasure, lass! 'Till the next time!"
And the big man grins in the thick mist, as he turns and limps down into the cellar to make sure there are no further threats to their charge. His blood drips unnoticed to the cellar steps as he descends.
"Drew? Bog? Are you down here, lads?" he enquires of the cellar's gloomy shadows, as he makes for the wine caskets.
Bog Wednesday May 21st, 2003 2:07:56 AM
Bog yipes as he ricochets off of Tionel. Shaken and scared, he races up the outside wall of the building onto the roof. There he hides.
Tionel Wednesday May 21st, 2003 2:34:02 AM
Tionel spots Bog hanging up there. "come on down, it's safe, I think."
Turin Wednesday May 21st, 2003 12:53:00 PM
Turin looks around. "Well, they got away."
DM Kent Wednesday May 21st, 2003 6:11:19 PM
Gordo goes downstairs looing for Bog and Drew and finds nothing but the torn remains of what looks to be a playing card.
Moments later he hears the sounds of several sets of footsteps up in the kitchen.
Bralin decides that with help the minipult could make it indoors though it would be a tight fit through the door.
Syr, Tionel, Turin, and Bog finally re-enter the in and head for the kitchen only to find it filled with a thick mist. And there seems to be no sign of either Gordo or Tiree. Someone doe trip over what seems to be a couple of bodies layed out on the floor. One doesn't move went bumped the other one gives a little groan.
The rest of the inn is still in darkness though the smoke seems to be almost gone.
Bog Thursday May 22nd, 2003 3:11:11 AM
Bog remains up on the roof, not coming down.
Bralin Thursday May 22nd, 2003 1:42:26 PM
Since everyone else seems inside, Bralin decides to drag the minipult over the door and leave it propped up against the wall.
Then, he picks up the stones and heads inside to see what everyone is up to.
Entering the inn, he is enclosed in darkness, and can't hear any combat.
"WHAT IS OUR STATUS?" he cries into the dark.
Turin Thursday May 22nd, 2003 4:41:38 PM
Turin chuckles at the groan. "Good, we've got someone. Who else is around?"
Gordo d20+3=19 Thursday May 22nd, 2003 5:30:20 PM
Hearing Bralin's call the big man yells back up the stairs:
"Gordo here, just about! I'm down in the cellar. All's quiet down here, but I don't see Bog or Drew anywhere. Are they upstairs with you? The wine's still here, by the looks of things" (Spot 19 to notice that some has been drained off).
Gordo takes up a guarding position in front of the wine, waiting for his companions to join him.
Bog Thursday May 22nd, 2003 5:39:40 PM
The cellar is also COVERED in flour everywhere with lots of flour footprints....even on the ceiling leading upstairs.
Syr d20+4=22 Friday May 23rd, 2003 1:09:07 AM
Syr moves over to the groaning figure. He makes a brief examination of the person's clothes, weapons, and characteristics. After a brief examination, he uses a rope from his pouch to tie the hands and feet of the attacker.
Glaring down into the attacker's face he threatens, "Who sent you? Where can we find them? What did they pay you? I want details!!!" (Intimidate 22)
Turning to Tionel with an evil grin, "Try searching that other body for any clues?"
Tionel d20+5=10 Sunday May 25th, 2003 7:54:02 PM
Tionel goes inside and makes a quick tour, running to peek downstairs and sighing at the scene below (spot 10 so I assume I can see through the mist and such), then heading back up. He nods to Syr's request and makes a good scan of it. (take 10; 15 to search it.) "Say, Syr, it helps interrogating them when they're conscious. And...y'know...this is a woman...be someone polite, at least."
Tionel Monday May 26th, 2003 1:18:04 PM
The elf sighs, looking over the woman... "Man, I can't believe we failed. Now, what do we do? I guess we'll have to return the money..."
DM kent Monday May 26th, 2003 7:59:53 PM
Tionel and Gordo take a look downstairs and see that the 4 kegs of purple wine are all there there appears to be not even one drop on the floor. (The amount taken was only about 4 oz). there are only Bog's and Drew's footprints visibly in the flour.
Bog watches from up on the roof and sees nothing out of the ordinary.
Syr scares the living daylights out of the poor soul they have captured. otherhan a little booty to be cleaned up off of the dead bodies, there is little to be found. And the captive knows nothing.
Bog's mists finally dissapate but the inn in still in a magical darkness.
Bralin leans the minipult next to the door and brings in the five stones after a quick search of the two bodies.
Turin chuckles for a moment and then realizes there isn't all that much to chuckle at.
found outside - 3-100gp gems, 5 thunderstones, 250gps, a spell book
The time is nearly midnight and the morning is coming early.
Bralin Tuesday May 27th, 2003 3:22:07 PM
The dwarf walks back out of the inn and calls up to Bog.
"Wizard! Can you identify these draughts? Perhaps they are healing."
Gordo Tuesday May 27th, 2003 4:23:20 PM
The big man looks about him. "Well, we seem to have got through that little lot by the skin of our teeth. Now all we need to do is clear up all the mess and get rid of this accursed darkness before the boss arrives! Anyone know how to dispel magic?"
And grabbing a broom, dustpan and brush he sets to work tidying up the mess the fight has caused in the cellar, kitchen and elsewhere.
Turin d20+7=13 Tuesday May 27th, 2003 4:28:53 PM
Turin frowns, and starts to search the dark area for any stones or something similar.
Syr d8=2 Tuesday May 27th, 2003 4:43:14 PM
At Tionel's words, the elf looks up slightly embarrassed. "You are right, I'm not sure what came over me. Let's turn this wretch over to the authorities. She can do us no good."
Frowning, "It is only fair to return the money however, our job is not yet done. I say we at least complete our duties. Speaking of failure, an observation for everyone, myself included. I realize that was our first fight together but next time let's try not to divide ourselves as much? Poor tactics may very well cost us. It was a little closer than I would like, eh Turin?"
"In case they return, who needs healing? I have potions for those in need." He spends a moment concentrating on his own wounds (Lesser body adjustment 2hp)
Looking around at the rest of the group, "Of more of a concern, Where is Drew?"
Bog Tuesday May 27th, 2003 7:33:10 PM
Bog, still shaking on the roof, jumps out of his skin at Bralin's shouts.
"Nothing! I mean...I didn't do it! I mean...NO! Nothing happened!"
Tionel Tuesday May 27th, 2003 9:42:20 PM
"I suppose you're right, Syr. It looks like they only got away with a drink... but we still technically failed. We'll deal with that tomorrow...until then, we'll just have to protect the rest of the wine." Tionel gingerly tucks open his shirt and peers at the wound he's received...and almost faints. "Domi! I've never been cut so...so...brutally!" Frantically, he breaks out a kit and bandages the wounds (Take 10). He also starts to work on Syr. "Say, if anyone else needs a little healing, I still have a few potions...I'm afraid we still have a bit more to go." Thinking about it, after a quick search fo the inn, Tionel remarks, "You're right. Drew is gone! Whatever happened? Bog, did you see anything? Gordo?"
DM kent d100=30 Wednesday May 28th, 2003 10:44:40 PM
Up on the roof Bog is jumping at every little shadow but nothing else much seems to be going on.
Turing vaguely remembers somthing like the cound of several coins hitting the floor as the lights went out. And after a few moments on the floor finds what might be a coin, But after covering it the lights still remain out.
The prisoner is bound and held over til morning.
Gordo starts cleaning up the kitchen whne he stops at Syr's and Tionels question about Drew. Gordo quickly looks around and realizes that Tiree is also missing and was last seen in the kitchen with Gordo and the imposter cooks.
Gordo Thursday May 29th, 2003 6:07:50 AM
"Last I saw Drew was down in the cellar, lad. Bog, you were down there, did you see him? And what happened to Tiree?" He scratches his head, puzzled at the disapearances.
He carries on sweeping and tidying, and calls over to Turin "Hey son, maybe the darkness is centred on the coins. How about we put them in the back alley, and see if the darkness follows them?"
Bralin Thursday May 29th, 2003 8:13:12 AM
Bralin works his way into the kitchen.
Seeing Gordo, he gives his report. "Yon wizard is outside on the roof acting most strange. I have found five potions (showing them) which he will not identify. If they be healing, I am in some need of them (Bralin is cut up pretty bad). I have secured a small catapult which may be helpful. What is our status?"
Upon learning of the disappearance of both Drew and Tiree, Bralin volunteers to guard/search the wine cellar while the others look elsewhere.
The dwarf heads into the basement and gives everything a good looking over.
Turin Thursday May 29th, 2003 9:14:18 AM
Turin picks up the coins and tries to take it out. He calls out, "Hey, is the darkness moving?" as he goes.
Syr (full hp) d8=5 d8=8 Thursday May 29th, 2003 1:45:57 PM
Waving Tionel away, "Save it for someone else." Syr sits on the floor and concentrates. As a blue glow appears beneath his hand he groans softly. After a moment his wounds close. (lesser body adjustment twice, 3 PP left)
Rising, he looks over at Bralin, "Unfortunately, I can only do that on myself. If Drew were here, his connection with his god would help these wounds quickly." He reaches into his belt pouch and extracts two vials. The elf gives two healing potions (d8+1) to Bralin. "Try these out until we find him."
Gordo (in quite a lot of pain) Thursday May 29th, 2003 6:06:25 PM
"Son, if you have any healing going spare, I wouldn't say no" offers the blood drenched Gordo.
Tionel Friday May 30th, 2003 1:22:31 AM
"Right-o, Gordo," Tionel rhyme-sings, and hands him a spare potion of cure light wounds. (I only have five left! :P ) "This whole attack was strange, and I mean, they didn't even get away with anything. Did they? I mean...sorta. Say, do you think there's some sort of meaning to these attacks? maybe we should start asking some questions..."
Bog Friday May 30th, 2003 6:12:43 PM
Bog sighs, realizing he'd better get off the roof before his spell runs out. He climbs down the building carefully. At the bottom he looks around quickly to make sure no one is about to sneak up on him. He sidles slowly toward the entrance to the bar, his back to the wall.
DM kent Monday June 2nd, 2003 7:37:55 PM
With a lot of shuffling long the floor and scratched knees, The dark spelled coin is found and removed from the inn (let me know what you do with it). The kitchen and the cellar are cleanied up. The dead bodies are removed and the prisoner is made a bit more comfortable. The broken glass from the window and the two broken stair rails are cleaned up, but will need to be repaired. And all this is done with enough time for you all to get about 5 hours of sleep before sunrise.
Sunrise comes with no further ado and in the door walk four ladies in kitchen aprons, and two bartender types as well as four waitresess.
Bralin d8+1=5 Tuesday June 3rd, 2003 8:24:15 AM
Bralin wordlessly accepts the two potions from Syr. He downs one (5 hp) and hands the other to Gordo.
Somewhat perplexed by the group's apparent indifference to the disappearance of two of their number, the dwarf takes post inside the wine cellar.
"I'll stand watch the rest of the night," he tells Gordo. Looking at the man's bloody figure, and then his own, he remarks, "Mayhap we can use a portion of our pay to purchase a healing wand."
Gordo d8+1=4 Tuesday June 3rd, 2003 9:12:35 AM
Gordo sinks his healing potion (4HP) and thanks Bralin, heading off to snore heavily.
The following morning he appears in time to see the staff arrive, and though he is a little wary of the four kitchen ladies, he smiles and welcomes them. "Well, you wouldn't believe the fun we had last night!" he grins.
When his friends are all assembled he says "Come on, folks, someone must have seen what happened to Drew and Tiree. Have they been kidnapped by our attackers? If so we must make their retrieval our number one priority, no? Bog, you were down in the cellar with Drew. What happened?"
Turin Tuesday June 3rd, 2003 3:09:09 PM
Turin tells everyone he'll be back. He goes outside with it, sets it down, then looks for the guard. If he can get them to take care of it, and maybe throw it off the edge of the city, all should be fine.
Bog Wednesday June 4th, 2003 6:17:01 AM
Bog looks at the floor and fidgets with the hem of his long bell sleeves without looking at Gordo.
"Wot youzel blamin' mie fer? I dinna dot." he shakes his head. "'e lift n ah doe no war. N Ah doen wanna thingin lak heppin t' me tuoo."
He sniffs.
Tionel Wednesday June 4th, 2003 1:13:09 PM
"He what?" Tionel looks confused, and puzzles out Bog's weird accent, speaking slowly. "He left and you don't know where? Why would he do such a thing? Say...did he take the wine? No...couldn't be." Tionel sighs, feeling a bit strange. He notices the sounds in the kitchen and peeks inside. "Oh, hello, ladies!" he calls cheerfully, but then...remembering...he peeks at them. Do they seem too muscular, or are they holding deadly weapons...? "Oh, I'm afraid there may be a bit of a mess. We had some fights in here last night."
Syr d20+4=13 Wednesday June 4th, 2003 3:28:21 PM
Syr joins Bralin in the cellar. Finding the playing card, he asks the Dwarf, "What's this? Last time I saw one of these, we had contact with the Jester. Is this some plot from the Lords of the Diamond? Maybe the Jester can explain where Drew and Tiree are?"
Gordo Wednesday June 4th, 2003 4:57:57 PM
The big man laughs heartily and slaps Bog cheerfully on the back.
"I'm not blaming you old son! I know you didn't do it! Just thought you might have seen who did. Looks like whatever happened spooked you pretty good eh?" And he grins cheerfully at Bog.
At Syr's words he looks up. "The Jester? The Lords of Diamonds? Son, I reckon I need to get up to speed on a few things! Who are those folks when they're at home, then? And more to the point, if you reckon this here card might mean they know where our friends are, where do we find 'em?"
DM kent Thursday June 5th, 2003 8:43:05 AM
The cooks seem like plump friendly little old ladies, but they are each masterfully wielding an assortment of cleavers and knives as they start in on the chores set for the bag day.
About the time the LOD are brought up Happy makes his appearence at the Inn's door.
He looks around and sees you all, more than a bit cut up and lesser in number, takes in the broken window, the staircase banisters, and the broken tables and chairs, gasps and then rushes down to the cellar without even saying hello.
Moments later you here footstpes coming back up the stairs and coming toward you. Happy is speaking to you as he enters the Inn proper.
"So tell me what happened. I see you had some sort of difficulty last night. Where are the others of your party? We need to get these things repaired before noon. I knew I was right in hiring you all to safe guard the wine. So what happened? who were they? Who is that, pointing to your bound captive? We need to get this area cleaned up repaired and set up for the tasting. It starts at noon , you know. Oh I think I already said that.
Bralin Thursday June 5th, 2003 10:22:27 AM
The dwarf stayed up guarding the wine cellar without further incident during the night.
With Happy's entrance and everybody else bustling around, Bralin figures its time for some shut eye.
Stepping up to Gordo, he intones, "I must rest now. Wake me in 4 hours, and I'll pray for more healing spells. That will take another hour."
The dwarf does some quick incantations, hitting Gordo with 3 CURE MINOR WOUNDS spells (3 hp total), and goes to bed.
Turin Thursday June 5th, 2003 12:08:52 PM
Turin, if he can't find anyone to take care of the coin, will just leave it outside a guardhouse or something similar, then head back to the inn.
Gordo Thursday June 5th, 2003 6:12:10 PM
"Many thanks, Bralin old son" grins the big man. "I'll be sure to wake you."
To Happy he says "Well, sir, I wish we knew where our companions went. They seemed to vanish right out from under our noses. It's a mystery and no mistake. See, we were attacked by a whole load of folks; first off two thieves were hidden down in the cellar. One had a black dagger tattoo, a Thieves' Guild marking we reckon. We turned him over to the law. The other one was able to teleport away. At the same time a bunch of drunk centaurs showed up, but they were seen off. Then we got hit again, a more organised attack this time. A bunch of lasses dressed as kitchen staff turned out to be more thieves, and another group attacked in the main inn, and there were more of 'em out in the street. Quite the knockabout, we had. This lass down here" he points at the bound woman "was one of the ones disguised as staff.
So, no surprises that a few things got broke, eh? Busy night's work that was, an' no mistake. Seems you've got every thief in the Big Float after your booze!"
Tionel Friday June 6th, 2003 12:54:56 AM
Tionel is very glad Gordo sums it up, since he was a bit confused about some results, too. He scratches his wisp of a goatee, pondering... "You're right, Gordo. Every thief's after it...which means we'll have to be extra careful from now on." He heads over to the basement, and whispers to Bog somewhat melancholy, "I just had an idea that we should have originally used...We should have had a fake barrel, and put the real one elsewhere. Damn these late bursts of insight!"
Bog Friday June 6th, 2003 4:55:01 AM
Bog looks up at the smiling Gordo the way a timid nephew looks at his weird grotesque aunt. He about jumps out of his chair again as he is slapped on the back. He quickly pulls the brim of his hat down over his eyes.
He listens as he hears happy come in all excited. As Happy comes back, Bog peeps, "Sooooreh e'but dar floouor. We...seved da wine. A'for...a'for...dey tok 'im. Da tird invisiable 'n"
Bog starts to choke up a bit.
DM kent Friday June 6th, 2003 3:02:19 PM
With the coming of Happy things get under way yet again. The group sends out to a glass worker and a wood worker to get the repairs to the inn completed and start setting things up inside the inn. There are quite a few people in and out of the inn but between Happy and yourselves nothing goes amiss and finally the in is ready four hours later. Only an hour ahead of when the guests will start arriving.
Happy shows you where your table is going to be and then explains about the tickets and seating.
Turin Friday June 6th, 2003 3:10:23 PM
Turin listens to Happy, noting everything down in his head.
Tionel Friday June 6th, 2003 9:32:28 PM
"Thank you very much, Happy. I'll greet the guests and........anyone else? Do you want to help watch them for any weapons or anything? Once they're all in, we'll go back to take positions, but let's check 'em to make sure there's no obvious weapons, right?" Tionel smiles politely.
DM kent Saturday June 7th, 2003 8:08:26 AM
At the mention of weapons, Happy bolts upright.
"Ahh yes that is what I forgot. There are NO weapons allowed in the inn during the wine tasting. The guests all know this, as it was part of their contract to to purchase a table. Any one who is bearing a weapon as he enters will set off an alarm in the building and then that person will be sent... ::he vaguely waves his hand:: ... somewhere."
He looks sheepishly at you all.
"It seesm the only people I forgot to tell was you all. Before the first guest arrives at noon, for your own safety, ALL your weapons must be in your rooms."
Turin Saturday June 7th, 2003 1:23:18 PM
Turin shrugs, and removes his weapons, putting them in his room.
Gordo Monday June 9th, 2003 3:34:26 AM
Gordo looks down at his ham-sized fists and grins. "Just as long as you don't want me to lose my hands that shouldn't be a problem, Happy old son" beams the big man. "I never held much store by steel."
He looks at his companions. "Well, if no-one has any wepons, how much trouble can there be?" You can see the thought process wend its tortuous path across his features. "Hmm. Sorry. Forget I said that. Bog, lad, you're going to be key if a problem arises. I'd get that Grease spell warmed up, and if you can manage it that Web spell is mighty handy also."
He cracks his knuckles, and winks at the inn owner. "Don't worry old son. We'll see things go a smooth a silk!" Gordo has never really understood the concept of tempting fate.
Bralin Monday June 9th, 2003 11:12:17 AM
The dwarf sleeps on.
Tionel Monday June 9th, 2003 12:10:11 PM
"Well, that makes things at least somewhat less painful..." Tionel puts his scimitar and dagger away. "Well, someone or someones ought to stand near the wine when it's brought out, and I'm going to stay down with it until it's time for it to be brought up. Can never tell what may happen at the last minute." Tionel heads downstairs, skipping down the steps.
Syr Monday June 9th, 2003 4:54:07 PM
Looking perplexed, "No weapons, what if I take a chair and ram it into Turin's back? Doesn't that make it a weapon? What will happen to me?" With a reluctant frown, he goes upstairs to leave his axe behind.
Coming back down, he looks at Gordo. "Of course you are right. From the little I know the Lords of the Diamond they are a loose collection of individuals with varying goals." Grinning at himself, "That obviously clears things up!" Gazing over Gordo's head, "The only one that I've had personal dealings with was the Jester, see my pin?" He shows the group his diamond pin and tucks it back into his pouch. "I'm not sure if it would help but it's supposed to be a sign of service or thanks from the Lords. It's been a while, let me see if I can recall a way to contact them..."
(OOC: Lords of the Diamond would be a great name for a baseball movie, eh?)
Bog Monday June 9th, 2003 8:21:02 PM
Bog shudders, "Bot...bot...what if dosen mustardash invisonalibul guys'n cim bak'n mek me zapp'd away lik. I doewanna gittin zap'd. n wit all doze pipple 'round."
DM kent Monday June 9th, 2003 10:18:04 PM
It is eleven AM and you have all divested yourselves of all of your weaponry, woken Bralin and returned sownstairs to await the first arrivals.
The Purple Wine Kegs are all brought upstairs and placed behind the bar. Everything looks good and appears to be ready to go.
Precisely at noon there is a rushing of air and then suddenly there are four groups of four humans and elves that have just entered the inn through the magic fireplaces. For a moment Happy looks flustered while trying to figure out who to greet first, but then decides to just greet them all at once.
In a booming voice, he calls out. " Welcome all to the Giggling Ghost! Please make your way to the tables assigned to you. As you approach your table, both your ticket and the table will glow the same color. We will begin once all guests have arrived."
The next 30 minutes or so there are beings arriving from all over the place. They all seem to have one thing in common. They all appear to be very wealthy and are dressed in some of the finest clothing you have all ever seen.
Another observation you make is that an overwhelming number of the guests are Taurian; Minatuars, Centaurs, and Wemics. Suprisingly there seems to be no arguements or difficulties as people arrive. Everyone makes it to their table without mishap or confrontation.
As the last curtain is closed on the private rooms there is only one table that remains empty and it is on the floor, just off the left-hand side of the stage. Finally there is the unmistakable rush of air from one side of the inn and the final four attendees arrive.
Or at least you think so. Standing at the front of the fireplace are four of the scruffiest, dirty looking, mean-spirited half drunk Minataurs anyone has ever seen.
Gordo Tuesday June 10th, 2003 4:39:24 AM
The big man gives the new arrivals a friendly nod. He is not one to discriminate on the grounds of clothing.
Looking around he marvels at the setup. Happy must be doing pretty well out of this little get together.
Bralin Tuesday June 10th, 2003 10:18:41 AM
The dwarf cannot believe Happy would be that stupid, but leaves his weapons in his room.
He does take along the three small stones he always carries (mundane), and one of those interesting fist sized rocks he took from the catapult.
He also memorizes: 0 - Detect Magic, Guidance, Resistance 1 - Shield of Faith, Summon Monster I
Coming downstairs, Bralin posts himself on the knife throwing area, in order to get a good look at the area.
The minotaurs come through the fireplace. This bodes ill, the dwarf thinks.
Looking for Bog and Gordo, the dwarf starts making his way across the floor toward the group. Just in case.
Turin Tuesday June 10th, 2003 2:02:06 PM
Turin looks at the Minotaurs, trying to recognize them.
Syr Tuesday June 10th, 2003 4:19:57 PM
Syr moves to the fireplace as the minotaurs arrive. With a small bow, "Your table is this way sirs." With that he leads the minotaurs to the sole remaining table.
Tionel Tuesday June 10th, 2003 6:35:55 PM
Tionel maintains his position near the wine, standing with arms ready at his sides, glancing at the fireplace, then back to keeping his vigil on the wine. Uh oh occurs to him...
Bog Tuesday June 10th, 2003 7:31:01 PM
Bog gets himself as far away from the wine as possible. He wanders the outskirts of the room checking out the unpopulated areas mostly.
First he goes around to the back of the stage area and looks in on the dressing room making sure all is well there.
Next he will go to Dagger Lanes, then the Games area.
DM Kent Tuesday June 10th, 2003 8:35:00 PM
As each of you takes a place around the room Syr approaches the scruffy minotaurs. Turin realizes that he has absolutely no clue who these scruffy minotaurs are as he has never seen them before.
As the minotaurs are approached, one of them steps forward with a very worn looking ticket that he is trying to get out of a side pouch. He looks about ready to get very defensive with Syr until he realizes that he is guiding them to their table. With an abashed look and mumbled thanks they are seated.
As the last person is seated the fireplaces all go dark and the inn's lights dim. Ghostly music wafts through the room creating a very eerie mood in the room. Happy steps up on the stage and with a very somber tone, speaks.
"Good people, We at the Giggling Ghost are extremely fortunate and proud to have won the privilage of hosting this years and the next two tastings of the Mystaura vintage of the Purple Wine. As you know this is a very special and rare occasion as this vintage is only made every three years. And in that this is the first vintage of the new age, we are expecting an even more wonderful batch. As you know this will be a two day event, during which you will be served food courses as well as palette cleansers in between servings of the wine. Water pitchers will be stationed at each table and refilled as necessary. Our staff will exchange your glass with each serving and will replenish any food stuffs required when needed. The first service will be by table color, with each subsequent service rotating down one color. We will start out with some traditional breads and cheeses and then we will serve your first glass of wine.
While Happy is speaking, 20 waitresses come from various parts of the inn and start dropping off water, assorted glasses, cheese, breads, trenchers and eating utensils. They manage to do all this during the time that happy is speaking and in a manner that is so unabstrusive that many of the patrons look suprised when they see that there table is filled with these things.
As Happy finishes speaking there is a light creaking as the outside door opens and in walks this bright and shining young man of about 20 years of age.
He is tall and well muscled with lightly tanned skin. He is wearing a bluish tinted breastplate armor with a matching shield bearing the symbol of Domi. He is armed with a long sword and attached to his pack, and plainly visible are a longbow, 2 quivers and a glaive. He looks uncomfortable as he enters the room, and yet at the same time you get the sense that he knows that this is where he is supposed to be.
(OOC > Justin, this is your entry to the game)
Florin Tuesday June 10th, 2003 9:24:27 PM
After just entering and feeling alittle out of place since it looks like something special was being held in the Giggling Ghost he stays by the door, scanning the people for a brief moment and wondering why Domi had sent him a vision to come here. His stance as he stands by the door is rather rigid like that of someone trained to stand at attention at all times.
Syr Wednesday June 11th, 2003 1:32:59 AM
Seeing the door open the elf flicks his black pony tail and moves to the entrance, "I apologize but this is a closed tasting. Please return another day." With that he holds the door for the newcomer to leave.
Gordo Wednesday June 11th, 2003 10:28:09 AM
Moving across to back Syr up the big man smiles at Florin in a perfectly friendly manner; "Aye, son, now is not the best time. Unless you have a ticket of course. Either way, you don't want to come in here with those" he points at the newcomer's weapons "there's a powerful enchantment on the place, and carrying weapons in here right now is a bad idea."
Bralin Wednesday June 11th, 2003 11:15:31 AM
The dwarf returns to the throwing lanes and resumes his watch.
Gordo and Syr likely have Domi's Bravest under control, so the dwarf ignores him.
He continues watching over the crowd, with an occasional foray down into the wine cellar.
Tionel Wednesday June 11th, 2003 12:08:29 PM
Tionel continues his impressive watch of the wine, and scratches the back of his neck idly.
Florin Wednesday June 11th, 2003 1:26:43 PM
Florin looks to Syr and then Gordo when they approach and sighs inwardly at his luck but quickly hides any looks of dismay at his luck as he speaks clearly but low to the 2 men as to not bother the rest of the people of the Giggling Ghost, his words are sincere but also a touch of urgency to them, "I have received a vision from Domi about being here, I fear something is to happen here that required me to be present, I wish no fight but if there is a way for me to stay then I ask for that...to leave now after receiving a vision would be dishonoring me, the temple of Domi and Domi himself for asking me to be here."
Florin looks to Syr thinking this man might be the hardest to get to approve of him staying, his voice still has a hard edge of urgency to it, "I will disarm and help or do whatever you ask but there is something to happen here that I must stay."
Bog Wednesday June 11th, 2003 3:50:39 PM
Bog continues trundling along in his route. He's not gonna get caught with his pants down this time and have people hiding in places ready to spring out.
DM kent Wednesday June 11th, 2003 6:05:49 PM
Syr and Gordo can both tell that the young man is most certainly telling the truth about why he is here, and though Florian seems to be unaware of it, each time he says Domi's name the symbol on his shield flashes momentarily for Syr and Gordo to see.
The first round of wine has been poured and as you can see and hear, it must be absolutely something else.
From the few tables that are inhabited by humans and elves, you hear deep satisfied sighs and some very strange commentary.
"Hey, look at that. The light in here just got brighter and everything is shaded with rainbows." ... " Did you know that your hair is actually about 20 different shades of brown?" ... Ohhh, I had heard this was good, but no one ever told me it would taste like an early spring morning." ... "Spring Morning? No it doesn't. It tastes like a summer storm at the beach. "Did you know that if you were to sing the Ballad of the Battle of Jubtah and Sabba backwards you would make all the known sounds foud in the elven and human langusges?" ... Ooooh, Can you hear that? I think the lake turtle are mating, their song is so beautiful." ... "Wow! This Glass isn't as smooth as you would think. There seems to be large bumps and ridges all over it." ... "Now that is what you call an unbelievable bouquet. This wine elicits an aroma that is reminiscent of a bouquet made from fairy dust and daffodils."
From the tables of the Taurs, there seem to be a different type of response to the wine.
Over at a table of Wemic (Liontaur) warriors the four are suddenyl primping and preening in front of each other and are asking their waitress for some brushes and mirrors. They even look quite appealing to most of you as well.
At a table what had appeared to be Centaur sages, they have suddenly become so introspective as to barely seem alive about every 2-3 minutes one of them will say "Ah!" the others will quietly nod their heads as if agreeing and then the cycle starts again.
At a second table of Wemics, the occupants suddenly leap out of their chairs and land standing on one set of claws on each side of the table top without tipping it over. Almostr immediately the move into an unbelievable sequence of the most fabulous tumbling and agilty movements you have ever laid eyes on. Even more amazing is the fact that they are doig this on and around their table in a space that normally be crowded for wo wemic let alone four.
Over near the Dart lanes, a table of minotaurs have started exerting themselves with powerful displays of strength. The last of which is when one Minotaur laid down on the floor on his belly with the other three standing upon him and then the one on the floor proceeded to do twenty one handed pushups with his friend carousing on his posterior.
Suddenly from the area that the scruffy Minotaurs were sat comes a horrifying and loud caterwauling sound, as the four minotaurs simultaneously burst out crying and wailing, tears flowing down their faces by the bucket fulls. The four of them are taking turns holding each other and patting each other on the backs and trying to comfort one another.
What is really amazing about all this though is that none of the patrons in the inn seem to even notice that anything is going on around them anywhere in the inn.
Tionel watches the wine as it is handed out to the waitresses by the bartenders and nothing seems to be amiss.
Bog makes his rounds and other than the goings ons of the Patrons, noone seems to be hiding anywhere and everything seems to be going smoothly.
Bralin too sees nothing amiss either in the inn or down in the now seemingly emptier cellar.
Your table is of course still empty, but there is are 7 wine glasses waiting for your attention.
Gordo Wednesday June 11th, 2003 7:27:58 PM
"A vision from Domi, eh?" says the big man, scratching at his bushy red sideburns. "Well that's not to be taken lightly, son, you're right."
As he sees the symbol of Domi flash at Florin's breast Gordo takes a half-step back. "Holy Domi! I'm inclined to believe your tale, lad, that I am."
He scratches his shaven pate and looks askance at Tyr. "What do you reckon, lad? I'd say Domi's authority is greater than Happy's, eh?"
He grins and says "Well son, you'd better ditch those weapons if you're coming in. Like I said, no telling waht might happen with those in the mix. Stick close to Syr and me, OK? Oh, the name's Gordo by the way."
He extends a large hairy hand to shake.
When he turns back to the tasting his eyes open wide with astonishment. "Domi's Lungs, what do they put in that stuff?"
He eyes his wine glass as if it might turn into a flamingo at any moment. "I'd say it's a good thing I don't drink, eh lad?" he winks at Florin.
Tionel Thursday June 12th, 2003 12:14:46 AM
Tionel so desires at that moment to take a sip, especially witnessing what others are doing...and...after all, they did leave a glass of wine for him...he deviates his eyes from the wine, walks to his table, sniffs at the wine professionally, then takes a generous sip.
Bog Thursday June 12th, 2003 4:41:25 AM
Bog continues his rounds round the round room, then gets to what he was told was "his table". And what to his wondering eyes does appear? WINE! Full glasses of Wine! He looks left, he looks right, he grabs that which he knows he might not be old enough to drink and quickly downs a glass. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm "'Ine 'ood!"
Bralin Thursday June 12th, 2003 8:02:01 AM
Bralin continues his stoney vigil from the throwing lanes.
Given the reaction of the crowd, he has no intention of getting anywhere near a glass of wine.
Turin Thursday June 12th, 2003 2:09:01 PM
Turin watches the antics of all the Taurs, with slight amusement.
Florin Thursday June 12th, 2003 2:13:44 PM
Florin nods at Gordo's words and quickly removes his backpack since his bow and arrows, along with glaive is attached to it and also undoes his swordbelt, " Where should I put these?" Florin shakes Gordo's large hand with a firm, strong grip and smiles to him, you can sense at the moment him being here is strictly buisness and the greeting is mainly being polite, "Have to forgive my some what cold nature, I usually don't trust easily and at the moment I wonder what Domi sent me here to do."
After leaving his backpack and weapons, along with shield where he is told, Florin moves to the table Gordo walks to, he smiles abit at Gordo's words and shakes his head, "Atleast it's against my training to drink wine, only water, juices and ciders." Florin does look to the others in the Giggling Ghost and the weird way they act, "I do not know what is in the wine but something is amiss here, are all these people royalty or something that someone might of wanted to do something of this nature to?." Florin's only note to himself at this moment is that atleast none of them are acting in a threatening manner. He does also look to Tionel and Bog, "Guess we might see what the wines effects on a couple of your friends are now." He looks to Gordo alittle worried about this situation.
Syr Thursday June 12th, 2003 8:23:45 PM
Syr looks the young man up and down. "Why don't you stay near your weapons. I would think anyone sent from Domi would surely have divine protection over any mortal enchantments. We may be in need of your help. We are mainly here for just security purposes after all." He holds out his hand to Florin for a quick handshake, "Obviously, I'm Syr ... the shorter, better looking version of Gordo with hair!" He winks at Gordo with a sly grin on his face.
Back at their table, he remains standing and alert. After watching the antics of the individual tables he turns to Gordo, "I've heard of 'crying over spilt milk' but this...?" With that he takes a long swallow from his glass.
DM kent Friday June 13th, 2003 4:42:26 PM
As Tionel tosses down his taste of the wine, he almost feels as if he becomes rooted to the floor. A number of sensations rush through his body and mind, but only a few really remain. The first thing he recalls is the wine's bouquet. To Tionel it smells more like the most fertile and rich loamy soil he could ever wish to plant anything in. And it tastes like he imagines the wind would taste as it winds its way through an ancient Rowan tree.
Syrdeth tosses back his glass and with a shock to his system realizes that the wine smells exactly like his mother, Faerneth's hair after washing day, bringing back both pleasant memories of his mother and youth and the sad reality of his parents' deaths. At the same time, the wine fills his mind with the most exciting buzz of energy that he has ever felt, and then, as if it wasn't enough, something touches his mind with a soft caressing kiss, that leaves the softest of messages. We are proud of you.
Bog quickly downs his entire glass of wine and as he declares that it is good, falls to the floor flat on his backside as a feeling of disembodiment overtakes him. As he looks down on himself and the others, his wizardly mind tries to analyze what is going on, but he is thrown into the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. It looks like a tree, no, mamouth spider web, of pure magical energy woven and interconnected with many different colors and levels of potency and then he realizes that what he looks upon is a representation of the Wold. In the distance he sees what can only be the shadowlands, a dark broiling mass. and then connecting the two a deep, and swift river of luminescent red runs through the Wold and into the shadowlands. Every now and then he sees a bright glow traverse the river from the Wold to the shadow lands. Beautiful yes but what does it mean..... and then it ends.
Florin and Gordo continue their disscussion as they watch their friends and the others consume their wine.
Bralin maintains his stony watch from the dart lanes and Turin amused by it all is taken in by the show.
The Taurs and the rest of the guests soon come back to their senses as if nothing happened, and continue disscussing the merits of the wine as the servers bring around some pallete cleansers and ready new glases for the next round of wine.
As the second round of wine is served most of you expect to see much the same thing as before but a suprised when absolutelt nothing untoward occurs, at least outwardly. The room does get very still and quiet and you can just make out many subvocalized prayers being said by all the participants.
It is at that moment that the side door burst open and in rush four very heated Centaurs.
"We Bought our ticket to this tasting and Now we are going to taste our wine!"
They somehow manage to get up on stage without knocking anything or anyone over.
Turin Friday June 13th, 2003 5:06:43 PM
Turin groans at the centaurs coming in. Not again...
Tionel Saturday June 14th, 2003 2:12:54 PM
Tionel sighs, wondering how to deal with this. Having an idea, he wanders over to the edge of the stage. "If you'd like to have one, here." He offers them two glasses...one, Gordo's, and one that new guy's, Florin's. Since neither bothered drinking, it seemed okay...
Gordo d20+3=12 d20+3=20 Saturday June 14th, 2003 4:57:34 PM
The big man raises an eyebrow at the centaurs' accusation. He scans the faces in the crowd carefully, hoping to spot a flicker of guilt on one or more of them. As he does so he heads towards the door the centaurs barged through, and secures it.
(Spot 12, Sense Motive 20).
Bog Sunday June 15th, 2003 5:39:13 AM
Bog swims in the river, his limbs flailing although they seem to be separated from his body. He starts to sob at this thought and exclaims, "Com' Beck, Arm! Ah nid yooz tonsin doda my wanz n thinzs castin my spells!"
He smiles widely as that seemed to work in convincing his arms to rejoin his body. He swims through the river red going ooh and ahh. Then tries to regain the effect my drinking more wine when it wears off.
Bralin (ac 21, defensive) Monday June 16th, 2003 8:14:48 AM 'No weapons.' Fool.
Bralin moves to the stage with Tionel. He brings his own cup, and silently offers it as well.
The other hand keeps his shield ready.
Syr (Lesser Natural Armor, AC20) Monday June 16th, 2003 12:13:31 PM
Sensing trouble just ahead, Syr stops and concentrates. HIS skin seems to thicken. He then follows the centaurs onto the stage.
Florin (AC 14 *without shield*) Monday June 16th, 2003 7:10:25 PM
Florin looks to Syr and the others as they move towards the stage and hangs back abit before moving with them, he does glance to Syr and Gordo commenting to them, "I'm better with my sword and glaive then at hand to hand but I'll help if anything starts."
DM Kent Tuesday June 17th, 2003 3:21:15 PM
As Tionel gets his focus back fully into the real world, he pours a couple of glasses of the wine and heads, along with Bralin, toward the stage, calling out to the Centaurs.
Gordo catches the slightest nervous movent from a table of what appear to be extremely well to do Centaurs. As he focusses on them a bit more closely he senses that they are trying to avoid being seen by the newcomers and at the same time are watching their every move.
Shaking off the effects of the wine, Syr casts his spell and then follows the other two on to the stage hoping for an easy settlement of this difficulty.
Florin, getting the feeling that this is why he is here follows the other three toward the stage area.
Bog goes to pour himself a second glass of wine in order to recapture the feeling he just had when he sees/hears the commotion.
Turin, no longer so amused slowly shakes his head and gets ready for whatever is about to happen.
.......
DM Kent continued Tuesday June 17th, 2003 3:28:55 PM
The four Centaurs on stage are peering over the assembled guests as if they are trying to locate someone, when Tionel and the others step on stage. The lead centaur looks at the young man and snorts. " We will have our wine once we have our table. We want what is rightfully ours, and we are going to get it one way or another." Someone stole our ticket and as all the tables are occupied, that means the theives are somewhere in this room. So we aim to find them and teach them a lesson. And we are not about to let you and your little friends here get in our way."
That said he pushes by Tionel spilling both glasses of wine and starts looking over another part of the crowd. when he stops and a sly smile comes over his face. "Oh yes, I forgot to mention that we coated our ticket with a magical solution that after twenty-four hours will turn the thief's hands blue. And the twenty four hours is up in just about five seconds."
Gordo d20+6=23 d8+2=8 Tuesday June 17th, 2003 5:01:41 PM
The big man cracks his knuckles above his head and grins hugely. This is shaping up nicely. He likes nothing more than a good harmless roustabout.
"Well now son" he shouts up to the lead centaur, "them's mighty convincing words. I'm inclined to believe you, an' that's the truth. See, to my thinking these lads right here are looking a wee bit shiftier than they aught."
He strides over towards the suspect centaur table. "You boys don't mind if we keep an eye on your hands for the next few minutes do you? Only you seemed to be glancing down at them just now. Seems a bit odd to me, a fella with a bony fidey ticket checking his hands to see if they was blue."
Gordo is ready for an angry reaction, and will lash out at anyone who attacks him in any way, shouting "Now that was just rude, son!"
(Readied Stunning Attack, hits AC 23 for 8 HP, Fort save DC 16 or be stunned 1 round)
Bralin Wednesday June 18th, 2003 11:22:18 AM
Bralin allows the centaurs to step forward past them.
Since their all looking over the crowd, he quietly moves to take position some 15' behind them.
Then, he scans his immediate surrounding for something large and club-like (table/chair/stone planter, whatever).
Turin Wednesday June 18th, 2003 1:03:41 PM
Turin slowly walks over to an entrance, making sure nobody goes in or out that way.
Syr Wednesday June 18th, 2003 3:26:33 PM
Syr stays on the stage, peering out over the crowd.
Tionel Wednesday June 18th, 2003 3:55:35 PM
Tionel, seeing the purpose of this, quickly makes up his mind on what to do. He hurries over to the important wine barrels, closes it, and tries to convince anyone else nearby to help him get the precious nectar to a place of safety...
Bog Thursday June 19th, 2003 6:25:26 AM
Bog starts to tilt back his head when he hears the arguing, then shakes his head and sighs. "Not you 'orseheads agin...ya guyz don no win ta quit."
"Goooo Down!"
Bog casts Grease under the four Centaurs trying not to get any of the party.
DM kent Thursday June 19th, 2003 1:18:46 PM
As the party memebrs start moving around and the Centaur stops speaking several things happen at the same time.
One of the well-to-do centaurs does indeed make a move to hide his hands, which Gordo sees as he is right there. Also watching though were the three centaurs facing that side of the inn and they also saw the movement. With a unison bellow they charge through the tables upsetting guests and tables and chairs, in their unilateral focus to reach the four miscreants.
The Four seated centaurs, realizing that the gig is up charge in opposite directions causing as much upheaval and chaos as they can knocking over other tables and guests.
Syr and Florin just avoid being trampled by C1 as he charges after his three friends and Gordo suddenly realizes that he is in dire straits as he is in the path of four charging centaurs. Bog starts to cast his spell but realizes there is no way to avoid catching some of his friends and other innocents in it, so holds it. and finds himself suddenly faced with a fleeing centaur.
In just about 10 seconds the Inn has turned into a major free for all.
Turin (AC 21, 22 on nearest charge) Thursday June 19th, 2003 1:53:22 PM
Turin will stay by his exit, and will ward off any blows as best he can, dodging the nearest charge.
Gordo d20+12=23 d20+6=7 Thursday June 19th, 2003 5:32:15 PM
Gordo's cheery grin evaporates somewhat as he sees a stampede heading straight for him.
"Now then lads..." he begins, then quickly decides he's not going to talk his way out of this one, and hurls himself desperately to one side out of the rush of hooves (Tumble 23). As the centaurs pass he tries to take a swing at the last one, but treads on a fallen glass as he does so and completely loses his balance (natural 1).
Tionel Thursday June 19th, 2003 11:02:12 PM
Tionel hears the sound of the fighting starting up just as the last barrel of precious wine is shoved into the kitchen... Whirling, he sees the fray begin. With a battle cry of, "Not in the face!" he ducks.
Syr d20+7=18 d2+4=5 d20+11=30 d2+4=5 Friday June 20th, 2003 1:27:59 AM
Syr steps nimbly aside and strikes out at C1 as he gallops past (Attack of Opportunity 18, Damage 5). "Florin, time for action!"
Syr watches over the crowd as the big man goes down and shouts out, "Gordo!" With a jump he pursues C1, attempting to subdue him. Charging between the tables he slides into the centaur feet first (Attack 30, damage 5).
Bog Friday June 20th, 2003 4:29:22 AM
Bog stops his chant short and grimaces as the Centaurs pile off the stage. Deep in thought he quickly realizes he has to get out of the way and dives for cover. His eyes follow the upstart centaurs and land on some of the other customers.
"Aha!" he shouts and bustles over to the table with the four ugly minotaurs.
He places 4 gp on the table in front of them. "'ay you's bulzes'nyoudencreshdees'orseheads n' mak em zavomozzintingsn u git dis!"
Seeing their blank looks he sighs and resorts to mime. He points at himself, then at the money, then at the minotaurs. Then points at the minotaurs again, punches his own hand with his fist, then points at the centaurs, then mimes throwing a centaur, then points to the fireplace exit. He smiles back at the minotaurs when he's done with his pantomime show expectantly.
Bralin(ac 19, shield of faith) Friday June 20th, 2003 8:16:27 AM
Quite suddenly, all the action is moving away from Bralin.
This is not going well , he sighs inwardly.
The dwarf is at a bit of a loss about the proper course of action. So, he casts a spell on himself (SHIELD OF FAITH).
Turning to the guests in the immediate vicinity on the stage, he instructs, "T'would be safest to remain here."
Then, he moves out onto the walkway, looking to see who needs immediate assistance.
Florin (AC 14 Aura of courage in a 10' radius) Friday June 20th, 2003 12:40:12 PM
Florin nods and Syr's words and calls out as he quickly begins making his way to the entrance where he left his shield, wanting it to help ward off blows, "I'm getting my shield, I shouldn't of left it near the door." Florin makes a quick prayer to Domi for help during this, knowing that unarmed combat is not his specialty.
He glances at Tionel and calls out, "I'll be by the door in a moment to get my shield if you end up needing help, otherwise I'm heading back out into this mess to help Gordo, Syr and the others."
DM Kent d20+3=10 d20+3=19 d20+3=19 d20+3=13 d20+3=4 d20+3=8 d20+3=4 d20+3=15 Friday June 20th, 2003 5:42:12 PM
(remember unless otherwise mentioned, all damage is Subdual)
For the most part, wih exception of Syr who lept into the fray, the party manages to avoid contact with the two groups of centaurs, who have managed to find their opposite number and are locked in combat with them.
And then of course there is the mercenary BOG, whose mime seems to have either been well understood or not necessary. In either case the bag disappears and the Minotaurs tear into the fray. The problem is though as they get up to join the fray so do several of the other tables and soon the whole bar is having quite the donnybrook.
Suddenly Bog finds himself dodging an elf that just got casually tossed aside. As he momentarily watches the flying elf, he catches something out of the corner of his eye and turns just as one of the lion taurs completes a diving roll that sends the large cat heding straight toward the poor wizard. Somehow Bog just manages to twist aside and the taurs misses hitting him.
Syr, at the otherside of the bar manages to get a fleeting hold of C1 just as he passes and swings himself abord just as C5 attacks and accidently clubs Syr with a fist that sends him rolling off the taurs back and under a nearby table. (3 points)
Bralin moves out onto the walkway and suddenly finds himself in the middle of about 6 folks trying to get at one another. Bralin somehow manages to avoid all but one blow sent his way, and that one caught him unawares as some young lady twirled around leapt into the air and kicked him in the side. (4 points)
Tionel gets the wine in the kitchen and then is immediately abandonned by the bartenders as they remove their aprons and as one dive into the fray.
Whether due to Bralin's comments or something else the folk on the stage stay calm and start placing small wagers on individual combats and moves. Because of this relaxed atmosphere on the stage, Turin and Florin get to watch the goings ons without a single body coming any where ner the door.
Gordo d20+6=9 Sunday June 22nd, 2003 5:33:50 PM
Regaining his balance the big man races towards the nearest centaur (C3) and swings a wild punch (AC 9).
"This is getting embarassing!" he grins.
Syr d20+7=21 d6+4=8 Monday June 23rd, 2003 1:37:03 AM
Snarling, the elf braces himself and stands raising the table above his head. With a grunt he throws it at C1, aiming for his head. (Attack 21 damage 8) Seeing his mates on the stage he calls out, "A little help here?"
Bralin(ac 19, shield of faith) d20+5=11 Monday June 23rd, 2003 8:19:08 AM
"Oooof", Bralin grunts at the impact.
That girl HIT me !!
The dwarf steps forward to return the favor, but has to duck quickly to avoid a flying halfling, and only manages a weak swing.
(atk AC11)
Tionel d20+4=21 d20+1=17 Monday June 23rd, 2003 5:47:21 PM
Hearing his fellow elf's exasperated call for help from the stage, Tionel perks up and looks at the brawl ensuing before him. Making out the troublesome centaurs, one of which is just near him, he gives a cry of, "Here I come!!!" He takes two steps forward onto the tip of the stage and leaps! Unencumbered by anything, he manages to clear two quarreling humans, a knocked over table, and with a "AAAAAAAaaaaaaa!" lands perfectly on top of that centaur's back. (Hopefully! I rolled a 21 to hit, and a 17 to jump...)
Bog Monday June 23rd, 2003 11:58:34 PM
Bog grunts as he hops up onto a table. "Wall, 'u lines ass'd for't!" He twiddles and casts Grease centered on the Wemics and spread out from there!
Florin d20+5=16 d3+3=4 Tuesday June 24th, 2003 12:22:02 AM
Florin watches as Tionel moves to help Syr and calls out as he himself moves to try and help Bralin with the problem he is in, "Call if you need help yet Syr, I'm going to try and help Bralin."
As Florin moves to get to Bralin he calls to the people nearest Bralin and/or attacking him, "Now listen, this is not the way of proper gentleman and ladies...as a paladin of Domi I ask you to kindly stop your actions."
Florin knows what he says is probably useless but also remembers how Domi himself wanted to be a blacksmith and peaceful person and not a warrior, he just hopes his friends understand his problem with fighting unless he has to.
Florin will attack if he is pressed, using his shield for defense as he punches at the nearest person who tries to attack him.
(To hit:16, Damage:4)
DM kent Tuesday June 24th, 2003 8:12:46 PM
As Gordo stands and grins at his poor excuse for a punch, the two centaurs continue their battle totally ignoring him and even bumping him out of the way. As he decides whether or not to be affronted by this he hears the sound of running feet approaching from the rear. This is followed by a sharp curse and a thump, as a very surprised elf goes sliding between Gordo's legs and ploughs right into the tangle of centaur legs. As he watches the elf he catches movement out of the corner of his eye as a table of wemics work together to launch two of themselves high into the air and across the room. As the two wemic tuck into oversized hard fur balls, they both strike the targeted Minotaur square in the chest knocking him off his feet and back into a table of very surprised and now quite squished elves.
Bog on the other side of the inn casts his spell to quite hilarious effect as nearly 20 folk are caught in a suddenly greased up area and are having a difficult time even standing, let alone trying to brawl.
Syr launches a table at the two entangled centaurs, and manages to hit them both quite squarely, causing them to momentarily stop fighting and look around to see where the offensive furniture came from. Seeing Syr standing there and calling for aid, the two centaurs look back at each other and then back at Syr. With a shake of their heads they turn back to one another, when Tionel suddenly comes flying through the air, from the rear, and lands squarely on the disheveled centaur's back.
Shocked and insulted that he was hit by a tiny slip of a girl and then barely dodging a flying halfling, Bralin is stunned yet again when the young lady quickly winks at him and with a running leap cartwheels toward him yet again, preparing himself to be tattooed again by feminine feet he watches as she comes at him and at the very last second veers off slightly, using his shoulders as a springboard to allow her to get more height for her hand spring that launches her another 10 feet across the room feet first into the chest of a very surprised wemic.
Florin pushes his way down in to the fray to cover Bralin's back and finds himself along with Bralin facing six assorted patrons all moving in toward them. One of centaurs gets a grin on his face and yells loudly. "Let's play Toss the Dwarf!" at that moment all six charge in. In their hurry though most of them get in each other's way and only one combatant manages to connect with Bralin (2points) and one manages to grab hold of Florin's shield (Strength DC11 to keep the shield).
Turin seeing that things are still ok on stage remains solid by the door.
The free-for--all has only been going on for a couple of minutes but already there are quite a few bodies joining the pieces of furniture on the floor.
The Bartenders that joined the fracas are making good use of a couple of serving trays, caroming them off of heads as they fling them across the room and then coming down the stairs from upstairs you see Daphne arrive in all her ghostly splendor, with a ghostly rolling pin clutched tightly in one hand. She dives right into the nearest fight and starts swinging her ghostly pin around and letting her foe have it verbally as well as her rolling pin passes through each of her targets. "This is supposed to be a wine tasting, not a brawl. Stop this right this minute. You are going to break all my furniture. Oooh, if I weren't a ghost..."
Bralin(ac 19, shield of faith) d20+5=24 d3+4=5 Tuesday June 24th, 2003 10:16:09 PM Enough of this!
Bralin starts humming. A low bass note in a flat monotone.
The volume rises a bit as he ducks one centaur's blow. As the horseman bends down to reach him, Bralin rises up and head butts the offending creature squarely in the nose.
(hit AC 24 for 5hp dam)
Tionel d20=17 d20+4=24 d20+4=8 d2+1=2 Tuesday June 24th, 2003 11:04:57 PM
Tionel gives a few whoops as he rides the disheveled centaur inexpertly, trying to hold onto its mane and clamp his legs on its side. (Ride check 17!) It bucks wildly, but he manages to hold on. He gives it a good chop on the back of the neck, successfully hitting, and inflicting a minor wound. (2 damage! Woo!)
Gordo d20+6=25 d20+6=15 2d8(7+7)+4=18 Wednesday June 25th, 2003 3:28:26 PM
Gordo concentrates this time, and, adopting a flanking position on one of the two centaurs, punches him in the buttock as hard as he is able (AC 27, crit if 17 hits (added flanking bonus) for 18 points of damage). The blow is carefully aimed at a large nerve cluster; Gordo aims to numb the creature's leg (Stunning blow DC 16 or stunned for 1 round).
Syr d20+7=11 Thursday June 26th, 2003 3:16:35 PM
Dismissed by the centaurs, the elf frowns. Taking a running start he jumps onto a table and aims a flying kick at the head of C1. Unfortunately, his jump is too high and his head bangs into a low hanging light throwing off his aim. (attack 11)
Florin d20+3=10 Thursday June 26th, 2003 10:12:00 PM
Florin frowns when his shield is ripped away from his hand and calls out, "Give me back my shield!"
Florin tries to stay on guard even knows his shield is taken from him.
Bog Saturday June 28th, 2003 2:27:55 AM
Bog smiles then makes his way around the body of greasey people up to the stage. He signals to Tionel to join him. "'Ey Ti'nel! Op here!"
He then gestures to the whole crowd. "'Oll teegeth'r noooooo! A-un n to n' tree n for!" He beats his foot rhythmically on the stage and claps on every alternate beat.
DM kent d20+3=19 d20+3=8 d20+3=19 d20+3=23 d20+3=20 d20+3=11 d20+3=19 d20+3=5 Monday June 30th, 2003 8:43:37 AM
The appearance of Daphne calms down the section of the inn that she is in, as many of them start mummbling apoplogies to her and start picking up overturned tables and chairs.
The greased area has also calmed down as they are working to help each other get up and then once up they too start setting their area of the inn to rights.
The area on and around the stage starts quieting down and start staring at Bog like he has lost his mind.
There are however three distinct areas that are still going to and are starting to attact notice.
The two fighting centaurs leaders, one with Tionel on its back and one that just had Syr go flying over its head.
The fight between centaurs that Gordo is mixed up in.
And the group that has decided that Bralin should join them for a game of "Toss the Dwarf."
....
Tionel gets a few rounds and then finds himself being grabbed by his mount (AC 19) and being pulled off, (strength check DC16) or be thrown to the ground between the two centaurs.
Gordo'd punch stuns his opponent and as his leg goes numb he stumbles a bit allowing his scruffy opponent the chance to attack freely, which he does in good measure and soon has his opponent in ful control.
The group on the stage surrounding Florin and Bralin suddenly decide that a game of Toss The Dwarf would be a lot of funn and nearly simultaneously the charge Bralin, ignoring Florin all together. In the rush florin's shield gets dropped to the floor and he gets heavily jostled (Strngth DC12) or be knocked off walkway onto a group of drinkers.
Bralin now has six foes attacking and grabbing at him. Three of his opponents get a good hold of him (AC 19,20,23) while the other three are kept away from him. (Grapple checks DC19,20,23) (d20 + base attack + str)
Bralin(ac 19, shield of faith) d20+5=25 d20+5=14 d20+5=18 Monday June 30th, 2003 10:00:01 AM
The sheer effrontary of these horsemen!
Bralin rips free of one centaur, but can't break the hold of the other two.
Almost frantic to spare himself the upcoming humiliation, the dwarf reaches into his pouch with his free hand, pulls out the fist sized stone he acquired from the minipult, and slams it to the ground.
Gordo d20+6=20 d8+2=4 Monday June 30th, 2003 5:45:35 PM
The big man takes a swing at the un-stunned centaur, thumping him in the chest (4HP).
Syr d20+7=9 Tuesday July 1st, 2003 4:17:35 PM
Dusting himself off, he gets up for another flying kick but again goes flying aimlessly through the air. However, his jump is so high that his head bangs into a light and he slumps to the ground unconscience.
(OOC: Hey guys! I had to write myself out for a moment. A few things are going on in July for me. I signed off on a new house and will lose access for about a week. I get married July 19th and honeymoon for a few weeks overseas. Syr the psionic can no longer be a psionic. That brings up an interesting question, for the sake for group balance, any particular class anyone feel we need. Syr is fairly well rounded stat wise and could easily fit into most roles. Let me know what you want? I have no problem taking on any challenge.
I guarantee I'll be back around August 5th. )
Bog Tuesday July 1st, 2003 4:53:57 PM
Bog looks around and is disappointed. He hops off the stage and trundles over to the minotaurs who have stopped fighting. He stands upright, crossing his arms, tapping his foot and glaring at them. "Woll???? Ah paied ya alls to toos'm 'orseheads out da door. So goooooo doooooooooo eet!"
Tionel d20+1=14 d20+1=21 Tuesday July 1st, 2003 7:46:13 PM
Tionel struggles, and almost succeeds, but his muscles simply are no match for the horseman's. He stands up and, desparately, attempts to do a trick on the fly... something he's not really good at. He manages to keep his concentration, amazing even himself at this moment, and summons a........ (GM: I dunno what I summon. Summon Nature's Allies II, in any case. It attacks the centaur who threw me down.)
DM kent d3=3 d20+3=13 d20+3=9 Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 3:10:20 PM
With most of the inn settling down there only seem to be three pockets of activity going on.
Bog somehow manages to get through to the minotuars and they hustle off in pairs to collect the three currently out of it ticket thieves and toss them out the door.
The Scruffy Centaur just struck by Gordo stares at him for a moment and then says quietly, If you hit me again I will have to thump you soundly, if you stop perhaps we can end this.
Tionel somehow mangaes to maintain his concentration as he is thrown to the ground were after a few moments three dogs suddenly appear facing the head centaur thief.
Syr once again goes flying through the air and somehow manages to clip a rafter and falls unconcious just behind Tionel.
Florin manages to somehow get bumped off the walkway and onto a group of ladies, who are suprised to suddenly have a paladin lying across their laps.
All of this happens and then there is a loud and deafening boom as Bralin throws down a thunderstone.
Florin and Bralin need to make fortitude saves DC15 or be deafened.
Everyone else needs to make a fortitude save Dc11 or be deafened.
Bralin(ac 19, shield of faith) d20+8=15 d20+5=9 Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 3:39:48 PM
Prepared for the noise, Bralin fights off the concussive force.
He gets exactly the result he was looking for as the other two centaurs drop him (assumption, there).
The dwarf tries to kick one as he falls, but with his lousy sense of balance, he whiffs badly. He comes to his feet, ready for more.
Fort save 15, atk 9
Gordo d20+6=18 d20+6=8 Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 3:43:19 PM
Shrugging cheerfully the big man claps the scruffy centaur on the shoulder. "Fair enough old son, let's call it quits before we flatten poor Happy's place of business."
He peers at the first centaur carefully, ready in case he tries anything. "Time to settle down now..." BOOM! The thunderstone goes off. His ears ringing but unharmed, the big man turns to the room at large and bellows "Fight over!"
(Readied attack in case the centaur continues to be aggressive, AC 8: Bah!)
Florin d20+8=20 Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 9:06:31 PM
Florin is happy to have his hearing yet after the thunderstone is used but wonders now how the ladies will react that he has fell on the lap of.
Florin does his best to move off their laps without hurting any of them and does a quick bow to them while giving his best smile, using as much of his charm as possible to keep from being slapped or in a fight with them, "Excuse me kind ladies, I hope I didn't hurt any of you and as soon as this situation is over I would like to get you each a drink as a sign of my apolagy."
[OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in awhile everyone. I had RL matters that took my attention from the game for abit but I'm here again and itching to continue. I just hope now Florin doesn't have a couple ladies after him :) ]
Tionel d20+5=12 d20+4=6 Thursday July 3rd, 2003 1:36:09 PM
His sensitive ears are almost disrupted by the sound, but Tionel manages to hold his ground. Glaring at the centaur before him, he says, "Surrender, or be bited! Er..bitten!" If the centaur shows any sign of not giving in, then he'll send his dogs after him, and also give forth a weak punch that'll miss..
Bog d20+4=22 Thursday July 3rd, 2003 4:18:08 PM
Bog cleans out his ear after the thunderstone goes off. "Gawsh, dat's kienna loowd n m. o k nottin ta see here....go'ns beck t' draynkin an swerrin an dancin..."
DM kent Thursday July 3rd, 2003 6:10:46 PM
With the big Boom, the last of the fighting comes to an end and with the aid of the dogs and Minotaurs the last of the Centaur thieves is sent packing. Within minurtes the inn is straightened up and put to rights as everyone piches in. A few new tables and chairs are brought in to replace the broken ones and the broken glass just seems to vanish.
The scruffy centaurs take their places and soon the wine tasting continues without any further interruptions. Twenty hours later as the last drop is served and the last guest makes his way to the door, an exhausted Inn staff, Happy included, collapses into seats at several tables. Daphne floats over to the table with a tray of glasses and four pichers of purple wine for you and the crew and pours everyone a tall glass full.
Happy looks around at everyone and raises his glass. "Here's to the best Wine tasting in twenty years." After drinking to the toast, he looks at you all in particular. "Well that turned out fairly well. I just knew you all were good luck. Wonderful work. I know you all are as tired as I am so why don't you head up to your rooms here at the inn and catch some shut eye and we can settle up in the morning.
Gordo Thursday July 3rd, 2003 6:19:10 PM
Gordo grins at his employer. "It's been a pleasure working for you, Happy. Good money and good fun. But you're right, I could sleep for a week."
He turns to his companions. "Well, goodnight all. It's been a blast!" and yawning hugely he stomps up to bed.
Bralin Thursday July 3rd, 2003 10:41:55 PM
The dwarf nods in agreement with Happy's wise advice.
Without a word, he goes upstairs and is soon quite asleep.
Florin Thursday July 3rd, 2003 11:27:27 PM
With the wine tasteing over and gladly having no problems with the ladies he fell on the lap of he stands and moves to Happy, "I never had a chance to really meet you so will take the chance to meet you now before retiring for the night. My name is Florin Jadenth and it was a honor to help out and serve Domi's will all at once." With this said he offers to shake Happy's hand before moving up stairs to get some sleep.
Tionel Friday July 4th, 2003 5:39:23 AM
Tionel is quite confused. He's not sure they've done such a good job. As it is, he's exhausted, and smarting from a few bruises, something he's not used to. Still, he sticks around after the others have gone up, and approaches Happy. "If you're truly satisfied with the events, sir... I'm still a bit puzzled myself about some of the occurences. I am glad nobody was truly hurt, and that we did prevent...well...some degree of violence. I'm sorry about anything bad that did happen... We're just trying our best..." He mumbles a few more things apologetically, trying not to yawn.
Happy Saturday July 5th, 2003 11:34:27 AM
Turning to Tionel as he speaks, Happy chuckles.
"Lad, at the last Purple wine tasting, two of the kegs were stolen, a dozen guests were killed, and a good portion of the inn, that was sponsoring it, burned to the ground." So I would say what you acomplished here was nigh on a miracle, but then I always said that you were blessed by Warrd, and were my good luck pieces."
"You see for the Taurs, the wine super emphasizes their natural strengths, hence Wemics get my dexterous and crafty, Minatours get stronger and more beligerant, and Centaurs get more thoughtful and stubborn. Now whenever you get a batch of taurs together, it is a recipe for trouble, but when they all start thinking that they are the group most blessed by the gods, well that is just filling the pot to far. Something is bound to overflow."
Bog Saturday July 5th, 2003 5:00:51 PM
Bog hiccups and walks downstairs. After a few more glasses of the scrumptious purple wine, he had nearly passed out but somehow managed to make it to bed.
"verarathin's oll fuzzy. Ah canni see stait! Kin I has someggs'n bacin? oooooooooooooooooh mah heyad."
He sits in one of the chairs and rests his head on a table.
Tionel Sunday July 6th, 2003 1:43:30 PM
The despondent elf blinks and relievedly beams. "We did-..er..well, yes, I suppose Taurs are all sorts of trouble! Yes, I see what you're saying now..." He taps his foot, thinking. "But you know...it seems like while I was having a sip myself, I had a strange vision... I can't quite remember it, but it was very nice. Very..er...back home, sylvan. Maybe... this sort of wine emphasizes and enhances all natures, not just Taurs..." Blinking and looking up, he realizes he was drawling on and on. Happy has probably by now wandered off. Apologizing for his lengthy monologue if Happy still is there, or if the ghost damsel has stuck by listening to his droll words, Tionel then makes his way to bed. He catches a long and deep sleep, filled with dreams...
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