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Abandoned In A Foreign Land?


Exits (DM/Al) 
Saturday October 29th, 2005 1:52:00 PM
Jaeden and Sly are quickest to react to Niobe's desperate act of self mutilation. Niobe does little to oppose either warrior, as Jaeden takes her in a firm grip, and Sly takes her knife hand his, staying further blows.

The Courtyard is filled with men, and reaction to Niobe's act ripples from east to west like wind across a field of grass. The nobles from above and the rogues from below, watch, both equal in the face of the mystic forces that unfold before them.

The silver dagger clatters to the ground. Nerveless and weak, Niobe's wounded hand gropes to pull Jaeden's arm to her as though drawing in a blanket for warmth. "Sly? Sly?" Niobe calls out as though unseeing. "I want to go home." Blood flows down Niobe's hand, spilling down onto Jaeden's armored forearm. Curiously enough, the tattoo remains unstained, and still plainly visible as the blood seems to flow around it.

Sly speaks softly to Niobe in the language of their shared heritage. Then he raises up a band of cloth. The Courtyard is still. The stillness draws from one moment to the next moment to the next. And, when at last it appears to all, that nothing at all will happen, a faint voice comes to Sly Foxx, a voice that only he can hear.

"Sly? Sly, is that you?" It is the voice of is sister, Ruby. "I heard your call. But I can't see you. You must be very far away. The Crones are caring for me. But even with their power, I cannot see you. This is very difficult for them. Even on the Elven Road. I am healing, Sly. My body ... Oh. Is that Niobe? That's why you called. I'll take her, Sly. I think I can take her back with me to the Gateway Downs. I think I ... Sly? Sly? sly? ... "

The voice fades into the distance, and as it goes, Niobe's body begins to change. Jaeden feels her weight lift, and within his arms, the half-elven woman becomes white, light and insubstantial. As the spirits of Sly and Jason's parents had lifted from the Quadroprenolepis in the Great Hall of the gnomish Archmage, so too here, does Niobe's form lift up into the air. She thins, lengthens and spirals as smoke pulled gently through a hole. And then Niobe is gone, leaving Sly to explain to all, just what had happened.

Lady Celine is the first to recover from the scene. "I ... If you have lost one of your number, then I am sorry for your loss," she begins. "If you would like to stop at the Giggling Ghost, I can accompany you there while Tarleth and Lord Lorbius continue on to Gold Level with these men. You have provided immeasurable service to both our House and to Floating City, and it is the least that I can do. You will always be welcome within the compound of House Stizein."

As Firn'gaer confers silently with his familiar about the battle that had occurred, Lady Silverhand raises the question of the hour. What now? The Amulet of Seribond, the Chaos Bane is in Savin's possession. And they are still here.

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Trash Level is as quiet going out as it had been coming in. This time, with no fear of ambush, and with the rogues as guides, the way out is much quicker. The large troop soon emerges from the Underramp into the fresh air of Fence Level. With the clasping of hands, and the profuse gratitude of House Ursidae, Lorbius makes his departure. Tarleth and the contingent of rogues follow around the girth of the Central Pillar.

Celine leads the way through streets of Fence Level to the Giggling Ghost. "You speak of many things of legend and fairy tales, Peerimus," she says, "as though they were real. The Crones, Ebyron and Maab." She shakes her head as though unable to decide what to make of it.

The trip back to the Giggling Ghost is largely uneventful. At one point a tiger stalks out of a cross alley, but a look from Celine sends it leaping back into the shadows.

"Lady Celine!" Happy wipes his hands on a large white cloth as the group enters through the broken door of the inn. "So glad to see you back." The common room of the Giggling Ghost is much more organized than it had been when the group left early this morning. There is no sign of the Crimson Shields.

"Let me see. Peerimus. Yorrick. Sly. Luke. Firn'gaer. Savin. Er ... " The large bald innkeeper pauses a moment at the absence of the dwarf, and the puzzle of how a dark haired half-elf could become a blonde human. " ... Niobe?"

"What can I do for you?"

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The time is now around 2 pm in the afternoon. I will tell you that the next DM post will advance time to tomorrow morning. That means you have all of this afternoon and all of this evening to RP whatever you wish. The streets may still contain dangers. There are certainly no shops open. Nor, I suspect, would there be any other people out and about.

I know that Firn'gaer is anxious to scribe some scrolls into his spellbook and set about various permanent spells. Keep in mind, that the time spent scribing will possibly cut into the time available to you to prepare spells. I say this not with the certainty that there will be a battle tomorrow, but with the warning that this is a generally unsafe environment, and that undertaking delicate activities such as scribing in such places have their inherent risks. As a player, it is up to you to decide whether the risk is worth the gain. Therein comes the fun of it. ^_^

Sly Foxx and Luke 
Saturday October 29th, 2005 7:59:47 PM
Sly and Luke enter the Giggling Ghost, Smiles at Happy "It's good to see you Happy! Ilsidur Tranported in spirt, to where only He knows. But I do have his body in a rag doll form in my Magic chest. As for Niobe, Well she was hurt very badly, So I called upon My sister Ruby to take Niobe to the capitol city of all elves, My Sister was with the Crones. Niobe has lost a lot of blood, She is now with my sister Rube and the Crones, they will take her to Gateway Downs. Well now tell me do you have something light to eat, like a stew or a broth? Both Luke and I are hungry! Oh! yes and a bottle of elven wine, Please. We'll be sitting over there." Sly points to an empty table.
Sly sits at the empty table, then look at Luke?? The dog has a silver dagger in his mouth. "Luke! Where did you get that?"

Luke answers "Niobe drop knife"

"Oh! Boy!" said Sly looking around the Room for Jaeden, Sly will motion for Jaeden to come to his table. "Jaeden! Preemus! Every body! Come sit down and rest." Sly will get his magic book ot of his back pack and at the first chance He'll study and replenish his spell.

Firn'gaer 
Saturday October 29th, 2005 9:21:57 PM
Firn'gaer haggered and tired from the last few days, well the last few months actually, is glad to be back at the Giggling Ghost. He genuinely is glad to see a place free of plants, cats, rats (Rufus' company excluded) and other things looking to add gnome to its list of edible objects. He is also looking forward to some quiet time where he can begin on the arcane tasks he's had on a list since they arrive.

Given the recent activities, the gnome wizard decides that he's just going to relax for a couple of days. No scrolls, no research, no nothing. He and Rufus are going to relax in the what's left of the Floating City, stay here, and drink alcoholic beverages until the Chaos Bell rings. Then he no longer has to look on this legendary place that has fallen so far short of any expectations he had from his youth.

"Some dreams are best left as such, dreams." He says thinking about it.

With a mug in had and a cask at the ready, Firn'gaer and Rufus sit and drink speaking of the old days when life was good. Warm hearth, warm meals and an ever full mug was every thing one desired in life.

Prepared Spells Left
0 -- detect magic, flare, light, touch of fatigue

1 -- alarm, magic missile, ray of enfeeblement

2 -- knock, mirror image, scorching ray, web

3 -- dispel magic, empowered magic missile x2, slow x2

4 -- black tentacles x2, dimension door

5 --

* -- Spells Cast

Savin 
Saturday October 29th, 2005 11:42:49 PM
Savin looks up in shock to see Niobe fading away. He sprints over to her location and calls out her name. "Niobe! Where are you going." Savin always had a special place in his heart for the rogue.

He sighs when only silence answers him and quickly turns away. He trots over and picks up his staff and heads back to stand next to the Lady Celine. "I want more information about this." he exclaims holding up the artifact. "Why did it affect your brother so strongly? What does it do? Your histories must say something about it." Frustration over the loss of his friend is clearly evident in his voice.

Once they get back to the Giggling Ghost and Luke deposits the blade, Savin will walk over and pick it up. "I will hold on to this for her." He sticks the silver weapon in his belt."

Sly Foxx and Luke 
Sunday October 30th, 2005 5:58:51 AM
Sly Looks up from his book, to see Savin pick up Niobe's knife. "Please sit next to me here, Brother Savin and I'll tell you where she went, also who she is with. Then you'll fell better knowing that she is safe."

Sly closes his book, and tell Savin what he want to know, that's what Bladesingers do. They come to the aid of Elves ans Halfelves when they are in trouble. then Sly tells Savin his calling on his Sister Ruby, She Help Niobe through the portal that the crones open.
"Not to worry Niobe is in Gateway Down witn the Crones and my Sister, and I bet you a gold coin that she's happy that you have her silver knife. So rest easy my friend, we may yet see her again, it depents of course how badly she was hurt."

Luke noses Savin hand, wanting a pat on the head. "i pick up knife for you."

Peerimus and Yorrick 
Sunday October 30th, 2005 4:55:27 PM
Peerimus looks at the Lady Celine, "We walk in legends Celine, my personal knowledge in such areas is limited, I only know they are as real as you. We too, may be considered legends some day, a thing of myth and make believe told by old men by the fire, but here and now we are real."
Peerimus looks at his companions as they move towards the Ghost, the last encounter, another escape from death by more luck then plan or skill. Thier luck will not hold, the group needs better cohesion, better tactics and most important someone to look to as a leader both on and off the field. But who, while he believes himself to be a good advisor, the druid does not see himself as a leader and apparently no one else sees themselves in such a role as well. Sir Thomas, Ilsidur and athe great minotaur Shiraz, they were the foundations of the group , the leaders in and out of combat. Now they are gone and the group flounders, but what to do about it? Peerimus does not know.

The Giggling Ghost seems a welcome respit from the past few weeks, the Ice Vein, this city, but thier is still a task left undone. The judgement of Ebyron. Peerimus knows where his heart lies, Ebyron has split himself into avatars, those beings are bt a fragment of his being and it goes that they will not be copies but representations of the beings as a whole. Perhaps personality fragments, sides of the complex mechinism that makes up all sentience of life. It is that being Peerimus will jugde.

At the Ghost Peerimus will track down as much food and drink as he is able. In answer to Happy the druid offers, "Niobe is safe but departed from us." The druid then tries to wrangle in the group before it fractures.

"Friends, we still have the avatar of Ebyron to confront somewhere within this place. I suggest an afternoon of leisure to put our minds at ease and a good nights rest to refresh our souls. We should not leave the task given to us for any longer than that."

Peerimus will then take his own advise and try to stoke up a good fire, using a Produce Flame spell if necessary and with Yorrick curling up with a full belly beside the flames he will lose himself in the dance of yellows, reds and oranges found in crackling hearth until it grows supper or someone joins him.

Savin 
Sunday October 30th, 2005 5:24:11 PM
Savin seems pensive as he listens to Peerimus's words. He almost seems to be reading his mind when he stands up and says, "We need to coordinate our efforts better. We got lucky in this last battle that no one died. Even still we lost Niobe.

The Children have changed lately. We have lost old friends from the struggle and gained new ones. As the battles become more intense and the situations more dire, we need to fight more as a team and less as individuals.

We need a leader. At least someone to lead us into battle if not in everyday life. Someone to balance our strengths and shorten our weaknessess. To help balance spell, sword and fist. I nominate Firn'gaer. Though he hasn't been with us as long as others, his bravery has been proven in battle. He understands physical combat and the magical arts. What say you? Do you agree? Firn'gaer are you willing to take up the challenge. Leadership can be a thankless task."

Sly and Luke 
Sunday October 30th, 2005 8:26:57 PM
"I agree With you Savin, we need a leader! Firm-gare is a good wizard and will be able to watch our backs too.
I also want all of you to conseder Savin, he's been in this group for some time now and a proven fighter.
I also see Peerimus as a leader, Quick to size up a battle, them go into a planed fight.

That is three men to consider, Let's sleep on it and talk some more over breackfast.

Jaeden 
Monday October 31st, 2005 12:54:14 AM
Sly's original call isn't heard by Jaeden, the warrior being too preoccupied unloading gear and seeing to Dalek. By the time he finishes and joins the others Savin is bringing up the question of leadership.

"Makes sense." He agrees. "Only way to survive in the heat of things is to be working together. We're I to vote on it I'd choose Peerimus. From what little I've seen of the children he seems to be the stable center. Plus, if the last battle was any indication both Savin and Firgaer are likely to be off out of range. Can't be much of a leader from there. If I knew you each better I'd volunteer myself. But I don't so..."

Jaeden shrugs and looks around.

"You know... a leader is not the only important part of a group working well together. Perhaps even more important is for each member to understand their own role. Who takes the front line? Who watches the rear? Who scouts? Of course these are simplistic examples, but they illustrate the point."

Jaeden looks around for a moment, as if trying to decide something. Again he shrugs.

"As far as I can tell the main problem we had this last battle was that we didn't have a plan of attack. Our scout became a solo front line and found himself in a trap. The main group had no intel and thus walked straight into another trap."

"Add to this the fact that these guys were just plain tough..." He looks at the Firngaer. "How many enemies have you come up against where such a high percentage of them will survive one of your blasts? I'm guessing not many. Both Niobe and Selena were for all practical purpose unable to damage these creatures at all. We basically had little offensive magic, no healing magic, and little ability to damage these guys."

He looks around to gauge the reception of his comments.

Firn'gaer 
Monday October 31st, 2005 8:27:21 AM
"I'm flattered by my nomination, but I really know very little about military tactics. I think that my intelligence in addition to my spell choices might make it seem that at times I have a mind for tactics. I really don't." He says at Sly and Savin's indication of Firn'gaer to be leader.

"Peerimus even though he is the center, is not a good choice for tactical leader. His animal forms prevent him from communicating with any save Yorrick." He says.

"Jaeden, I don't know how you figured I was cut off considering my current health. They were all conciderably skilled in the rogue arts. That makes evocations less effective. I understand you are not familiar with our history, but I assure you there are MANY things that we've faced that magic was ineffective against. That is why I chose to enter in the form I did. And yes they were very tough. Even the bulette form was hard pressed to damage them." He says to the new fighter.

"As far as moving off, I made the best scout since my make magic, with assistance from Master Peerimus, made me completely undetectable."

"I will say this. Some of you are familiar with spells I prefer to use in battle. I lean away from area evocations. They tend to be too much of an indiscriminate destroyer for my liking. I do however like to delay and hinder opponents as to allow the actual fighters to handle them with the advantage I try to give. It didn't happen this way back there. They had such numbers that I felt the durability and size of the bulette would draw off opponents while keeping me safe behind its armored plates. For the most part it did. Two blades got through and the dark magic was all I felt, but as you said they were tough and it hurt me. I do think that my presence saved Master Peerimus and Yorrick from certain death. What we did lack was the remaining half of our little troop who seemed content to run around elsewhere. Since I could only see the courtyard, I will appologize if there were significant numbers outside the yard. I could only see the bears and Loribus."

"As for leader, I will take the mantle if I must. I would say we all decide rolls in combat at least for the first seconds of combat. So I would have everyone think of what roll they would be comfortable with based on their abilities and when next we discuss this we can offer that and then battle plans can be formed."

In all the talk of leadership, Firn'gaer forgot what Peerimus had even said.

Another fight, and so soon.

"Were it not for what I suspect, I would say leave the avatar. Since I feel somewhat responsible for his awakening..." Damn song! "I would say", He says pulling the acorns from his pocket, "Sleep would be the most acceptable course. I've no stomache for fighting this day and leaving his loose is what put us in this position in the first place. Put the Wold the way it was."

Jaeden 
Monday October 31st, 2005 11:20:03 AM
"In defense of those outside of the courtyard, there was little they could do. From what I could tell they were unable to damage the were-beasts in a way even approaching significant. Niobe, I believe, was able to take three of them out of the conflict.

As Firngaer brings the conversation back around to Peerimus' chosen topic Jaeden frowns and withdraws his own acorns.

"I admit I'm at a loss as to what to do with these. Can anyone give me the details of this?"

Sly and Luke 
Monday October 31st, 2005 1:06:55 PM
Sly listens carefuly as to what the others are saying,weighting every word they say, Then Sly after a sip of wine chims in...
"Your right, Jaeden would makke a fine leader, BUT he does not knows us as what each of us can do, he is trying to learn about us. I don't even know if he has any leadership quality.
It's True that preemus changed into bear form cannot give orders except Yurrick. That could work both ways good and bad, but don't discount him. Now we come to Savin... He has the heart of a lion and more courage than we all hope to have. Also a trained mind to sence danger around him.
We are having a long list of potental Leaders. All very good men with a heart for the group, I wonder what would the Crons have to say or if they could choose! Who??"

Sly smiles as he sips his wine.

Peerimus and Yorrick 
Monday October 31st, 2005 3:20:42 PM
The druid strokes the back of a napping Yorrick as the talk banters about on leadership of the group. "I have been giving my personal tactics some thought and one thing this past battle proved is I must adapt them. Without Ilsidur, I do not believe we have the luxury of me shifting to another front line fighter. I will be adapting my spells and Yorrick here will become a good friend of yours Jaeden."

"I am flattered Savin and it seems Firngaer does not wish the role I will take it if all agree."

Sly and Luke 
Monday October 31st, 2005 6:43:45 PM
The Blade-singer smiles, raising his glass of wine toward Preemus, with a loud voice (so all can hear. "I Agree".

Luke who chuing on a soup bone, answers "Me Two!"

Problems Making It Through (DM/Al) 
Monday October 31st, 2005 9:31:36 PM
The noble lady embraces the innkeeper, accepting the welcome as from a old friend.

"Things went very well. Thank you, Happy," she replies. "I believe that my father will be very pleased. Hopefully relations between Stizein and Ursidae will now thaw." There is a look between the two that speaks of a mutual knowledge of the situation.

Happy nods, "I wish the best for both you and Lord Lorbius. Hopefully things will change for the better now." Celine returns a look of gratitude.

"I will leave you now," the noble lady announces. "You are welcome at the compound of House Stizein. Should you need anything further, do not hesitate to call."

"Savin, I am sorry that I do not know more about your amulet. Perhaps my father would know more than I. Lorbius may also have more to tell you. It was, after all, from the vaults of House Ursidae. Happy, if there are to be any charges for food or services to these people, please forward them to House Stizein."

Then, with a few short words of arcane power, Lady Celine is gone, leaving nothing behind but a gentle breeze.

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Though the inn is clean there are very few places to comfortably sit. The only serviceable table is the one that had been cut yesterday to fit level against the tilt of the floor. It is around this table, that the group gathers. Talk runs to the most recent battle, and the serious matter of survival. The only one to remain silent, doing no more than to watch the others, is the newest member. The one who has introduced herself as nothing more than Lady Silverhand.

Happy brings out some simple fare for the returning group of adventurers. It appears that it is all that is left. It is plain that food and water is in very tight supply. The one thing there seems plenty of, oddly enough, is wine.

Happy senses the mood, and provides what refreshment he has, but otherwise steers clear, respecting the privacy of the group.

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Darkness closes in on the discussion. Night falls. Each member of the group retires to various parts of the Inn.

With sleep, the dreams come. Has there been a night since the Secure Shelter back in the land of Ice Vein that has been free of the Dreams? This time, in the dreaming, there is darkness. Darkness darker than dream. There is the sense that each of you is there with all of the others, there in the dark. You feel the link with each other in much the same way that a battle wounded warrior feels the ghost presence of a lost arm.

A sound rises from the darkness. The soft rhythmic lap of water against stone.

Then, as from far far away. Reaching. Straining. A Sending.

... sion ... find ...
... bane ... bind ...
... circle knows ... way ...


"Justice?" A voice breaks through the Sending. A voice familiar to both Jaeden and Selena. "Wisdom? That you? I'm lonely. I've found some people. But they won't talk to me. I know I shou ... "

The voice is overridden by the low strains of a panpipe. The distant melody comes from below the voice, almost as though in stealth. Clear and hypnotic, the music rises, growing louder, nearing, drawing closer.

And then that too is gone, leaving peaceful dreamless sleep.

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The next morning is overcast, or so it seems from the magic on the ceiling of the Level, the magic that reflects the sky outside.

After the completion of morning rituals, Happy approaches the group with a look of hesitation on his face.

"I ... guests are guests, and I normally don't impose upon them for such things. But ... I was wondering if you might spend the morning by doing me a little favor. I have to make a trip to the docks. We're low on water. And we've several casks of ... well, human waste that need disposal. There are also ... " the big man shakes his head sadly, " ... the bodies of ten children in the closed room yonder. I don't think we've much choice but to send their poor selves out to the Lake for keeping."

"Will you help me?"

Decisions. Mysteries. New companions of which little has yet been said. A new day has dawned.

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Spellcasters, please place a list of the new days spells in your next post.

Also, some nice role-playing. Good work guys.

Sly and Luke 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 5:14:01 AM
Sly awakens in a sweat, Remembering part of the dream, he wonders if it's a two part dream or just the Crones?.

He washes, dresses and goes down to be with the others, Now that they have a leader, he feel much better.

When Happy ask for their help, Sly will put a hand on Happy's shoulder answering him, "Happy , I'll be happy to help you in any way I can, But would you do me a favor in return? Would you ask Lady celine or Lord Lorbrise for an little meeting with them? I have a question about a certain Elf in prison!" Sly smiles at the Inn Keeper.

Luke follows Sly.

Sly Spells
Lvl 0 -Detect Magic - Flare - Read Magic - Mage Hand.

Lvl 1 -True Strike - Magic Misselsx2 - Scorkng Grasp.

Lvl 2- Flaming Spearx2 - Bull's Strenth.

Lvl 3- Dispell Magic - Lighting Bolts.

Savin "Yeah its long but please read." 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 8:05:13 AM
Evening before,

Savin looks at Sly and smiles, "I would make a horrible leader. No, my style of fighting calls for quick mobility. I dart all over the place. Standing in one place barking orders isn't for me."

The dark haired monk looks at Peerimus and sighs, "If you wish this role of leadership and everyone else agrees, then it will fall to you. In honesty, you wouldn't be my first choice." Savin realizes he might have been offensive and quickly backpedals. "Ahhhh I mean, you and Yorrick seem to be some of our front line fighters. It is difficult for a leader to direct battles when he is on the front line. Will you be willing to send Yorrick in front, while you stay behind? This is why I called for Firn'gaer in the first place. He can view the battle from a few steps back and direct the action to our advantage. Not to mention help out a beleagured companion with a few well aimed spells.

I do believe we need to coordinate our strengths better. To have some prearranged plans or tactics in place as we go into battle.
We are short on front line fighters. Jaeden is a welcome addition but only he and Sly seem to be frontline types. And Sly isn't strickly a fighter.

When our mage decides to turn into a bulette and our only healer has to turn into a bear, we are not as efficent as we need to be. Lets look at our strengths.

I am a monk. My strengths are speed, flexibility and I can hit with speed and power. If I have time to activate some of my magic items, then I become much more effective."

He looks at Jaeden and smiles, "I knew I was rushing in and springing a trap. I just felt that I was the best to handle it. I might have miss calulated slightly but it all worked out.

Jaeden is a fighter, strong in sword and shield. Any other skills we need to know about?"

Savin looks at Peerimus and Firn'gaer, "You are spell users. Peerimus, you are our only healer now. Either we invest in some magic as a group or we need to keep you out of the main fighting.

Firn'gaer you are also are a spell user. What spells do you specialize in? Do you have anything that will help the group like haste?"

The monk turns his eyes on Sly and goes on. You might become a frontline fighter out of necessitity. Our party seems to be a little light in that department. Can we do anything to help you here? Better armor?"

He finally turns his attentions to Selena, "You have just joined us. What are you skills? How can you best fit in?

The next morning:

Savin wakes remembering his strange dream. He pulls out the artifact and looks at it wondering if it could be the author of the dreams, or was it the crones.

During breakfast, he will ask, Did anyone have strange dreams last night. I saw darkness but knew you all were close by. I heard voices struggling to be heard. Almost ghost like. Made me wonder if someone was trying to contact us."

When Happy makes his request, Savin will look to the others wondering what they will say. He feels he has put himself forward to much lately and sits back and allows someone else a chance.

Firn'gaer  d20+7=16
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 10:45:56 AM
[Night before]
"I guess I'm a little confused as to what we're deciding. Are we looking for a tactical leader or a spokesman?" The gnome says. "Deciding tactics should be left to those trained in them. What is the issue is that we really know very little of what each brings to the table during hostile situations. I suggest that once we have time to talk about this in more detail, we decide how should be doing what during the first moments of a hostile situation. There's not much more to do than that." He says shrugging his shoulders.

"During the interm, I suggest that we use swarming tactics; concentrate on a smaller group at a time. If you good at taking advantage of a flanking situation then do so with the main line, but do not put yourself in a position to be isolated from help. I will use spells to hinder the opponents. I don't know whether Peerimus should change and take front of stay behind Yorrick and support. Initially, I'd say support then move in, but don't know. Jaeden, you have tactics training. What do you think?"

"When we have some downtime, I do have spells that I have been waiting to scribe, that will assist in combat. An example would be a spell that allows telepathic communication between the group. Another is a spell that most are familar with, Enlarge, but this effects multiple people. These take time to scribe and we've been on a constant rush since we arrived."

"Savin, I don't like haste. It's not a bad spell, but I prefer slow. It reduces the opponents ability to deal damage instead of giving a small boost to us. I do have it and it's part of my normal preparations. I've also boosted my prepared spells with some evocations that make a nice light show." He says with a slight smile.

[Next Morning]
Another dream referring to the task at hand. The interference...something quite powerful to hijack the Crones' dream...what though...

Firn'gaer comes down for breakfast. "Why is it I always get this feeling of dread just before the Chaos Bell rings." He says to the others.

"It felt like a Sending spell or something similar, but it seemed like it was hijacked by someone or something else. Doesn't give me warm and fuzzies thinking about it. If we get sometime I'm going to try and see if I can see our next destination on the Vision. It's probably a long-shot and my head will probably explode in the process...but I think I'll give it a shot."

[Int check - DC16]

Prepared Spells
0 -- dancing lights(r), detect magic *2, ghost sound(r), prestidigitation(r), read magic *2

1 -- elf sight, magic missile *2, mount, ray of enfeeblement *2

2 -- extended mage armor, extended shield, mirror image, see invisibility, scorching ray, web

3 -- dispel magic, empowered magic missile *2, fly, heighten daze, slow

4 -- black tentacles, dimension door, empowered scorching ray, polymorph

5 -- empowered fireball, empowered lighning bolt, heighten slow

6 -- chain lighning, mage's lucubration

* -- Spells cast
(r) -- racial spells


Peerimus and Yorrick 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 5:12:23 PM
OoC I went intot he way back machine and found Peerimus had a pair of 0 level Mending spells at the beginning of Trash Level.

[Night before] Peerimus will cast both Mending spells has to repair two of the larger objects that he can. Perhaps a pair of tables or water casks.

"Personally I felt we are talking about both. the compass by which the group would steer both in and out of combat." The druid gives Savin a feigned look of shock and adds with a wink, "No offense Savin, and yes that is exactly what I am thinking. I will be retaining human form and Yorrick will stand with Jaeden as our frontal power."

"I think it has been clearly demonstrated that as almost the sole source of healing to the party, I can not, nay we can not afford to have me as a front line fighter."

"we seem to al be thinking the same thing, arriving at a more coordinated effort in combat. With such a thought I propose the following as I think I have a good grasp upon our abilities."

Jaeden Yorrick and Sly are the frontline. Silverhand and Savin our our mobility for flanking or as combat dictates possibly engaging enemy spellcasters hand to hand. Firngaer provides cover fire, enemy harrassment and such. like his slow spell and tentacles spell we have all seen. His multiple enlarge sounds a welcome addition too. My role will be healer. and possible counter magic. Dispel, Actual counters and another thought I had was utilizing summoning more adn placing them to allow more flanking and spell caster harriers."

"The leader, whomever it is will have the additional job of reigning in natural impulse and modify this basic premise of combat to the situation. The first 6-18 seconds seem to have gotten us in the most trouble. The last encounter where everyone went invisible and there was virtually no communication was a nightmare. Jaeden and myself rushed to combat because we both felt Savin was in dire danger. We arrived in a deadly trap as Savin left the area." Peerimus gives Savin a warm smile, "I mean no injury it is the first example I could think of. If we understood better that you could so easily leave or were planning too, neither of us would have blundered into that. But I am carrying on."

"We should take these matters up after a nights rest. Sleep well my friends. Peerimus slides in against the big bear and drifts off.

[Morning]
Peerimus nods to Savin and the others, "Yes I too had the dream and I agree with Firngaer. It did seem as almost two seperate tasks fighting for our attenetion. I suspect the Crones and Maab. Did any recognize the voice which spoke of justice and wisdom, almost as if they were proper names?"

Happy interupts and Peerimus frowns deeply at what the owner has to say. "It is not that you ask or even the task Happy, yes of course we shall." For all the pomp and pride and selfless boasting, they simply left them to rot. Peerimus is clearly very angry, jaw clenched and eyes set of steel. "Gah!" is all he ends up uttering as a personal war mages against saying things he knows he should not.

Level 0:
Create Water Mending x2 Purify Food and Drink Read Magic Detect Magic
Level 1:
Endure Elements Faerie Fire Jump Longstrider Obscuring Mist Pass without Trace Produce Flame
Level 2:
Barkskin x2 Bears Strength Lesser Restoration Cats grace
Level 3:
CMW Greater Magic Fang Protection from Energy Nuetralize Poison Poison
Level 4:
Flame strike Freedom of Movement Dispel Magic x2
Level 5:
Animal Growth Stoneskin CCW
Level 6:
Mass CLW


Jaeden - last night 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 7:49:45 PM
"I am comfortable at the front line," Jaeden adds to the discussion of abilities. "... as for other skills, well I am comfortable at the front line"

He gives a small laugh at his own joke.

"In all seriousness though, the bulk of my training and experience is in organized group combat. I know how to take orders from those calling the shots and I know how to give them to a squad under me."

"Peerimus your outline seems sound to me. Still however, it is rare that things work out perfectly. With Peerimus no focusing more on healing and support he should be well suited to the role."

Another smile.

Jaeden - morning 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 7:52:22 PM
"Yes I also had the dream. And the voice asking of Justice and Wisdom did indeed sound familiar. I admit however that I can't seem to place the source of that familiarity."

At Happies request Jaeden wordlessly moves to help.

A Trip to the Docks (DM/Al) 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 9:21:45 PM
"Thank you, Friends." Happy undoes an apron from around his waist and wipes his hands upon it. "Thank you." Placing a hand upon Sly Foxx's shoulder, he replies, "I'd be more than pleased to try and get word to Lord Lorbius or Lady Celine. But it may be faster if you made the trip to Gold Level yourself. I would think the damage on Gold Level would be as severe as it is here. They may not be available for the trip down here for a few days. But if you go up, then I'm sure they'd speak to you immediately." Happy goes out the front door and circles around to the rear of the building.

While he's gone, Firn'gaer brings the Vision of Noxnyx from his haversack. The scope of the display shows quite distinctly the forms of each member of the party. There is a very small bright spot on Sly Foxx that must be Ilsidur. And Savin also shows an added spot of deeply concentrated color that must represent the Amulet. That is all. There is nothing else. (You can specify attempts at other views, distances, etc. But if you don't specify, the general area of the party is all that you will get.)

Before long, Happy reappears with a two wheeled wooden cart. Handles protrude from the front and meet in the center so that a single man can fit within the handles and pull the cart behind him. Six kegs are loaded on and lashed tight. Four of them are empty. Two, are sealed, though from the smell it's fairly clear that they contain night soil for disposal.

Next come the bodies. Small bodies wrapped in linen sheets. There is no room for them save to rest precariously atop the casks. Add two buckets and some cleaning brushes, and the cart is dangerously overloaded.

The trip to the docks is almost entirely uphill. Rubble is often strewn across the street, requiring careful maneuvering lest the cart tip over. At times, it must be lifted over obstacles.

"The Crimson Shields would have liked to have been here," Happy says as the group makes their way though the empty streets. "They took the rest of the children up to Teleport Pad on Gold Level in hopes of sending them off to Plateau City. There was also a gnome who said that he had an alchemical concoction that would make the vines release the City. They were going to escort him to Open Level."

"They would have liked to have been here. But this can't wait."

=====================================================

The group reaches the docks around mid morning to find the piers lifted high out of the water by the tilt of the city. The exit from the city is a large gateway, and the group moves through and out under the sky. The real sky. Happy guides the cart to the right and down the docks. At the end is one of the areas where night soil is disposed of. Water plants thrive in that area, which draws many fish and other small creatures of the lake.

Halfway to the end of the dock, the group hears voices from over the edge of the dock and down below.

"Praise Domi we made it. Praise be to Domi."

"Will you shut up and look for a way to get up there?"

"You don't believe I saw it, do you? You still think it was a tree limb. I saw it snake up out of the water. You saw how dark the water was. There was something under the surface, I tell you. Bigger than a Turtle."

"A dark patch of water and you lose your nerve! Just look for a way to climb up onto the dock, will you? We have to go back and report, and whether you saw something or not, I don't want to do it in the dark."

The bickering goes on.

Sly (AC 25 85/85 hp) and Luke (Ac 21 65/65 hp)  d20+5=20
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 7:15:56 AM
Sly helps Yurrick pull the Cart, He tell Preemus " In the dream we had, I reconise the voice and the names. I remember the Crones only by their nick-names we gave them, We called them by their affliction, Ear (for the missing ears), Eyes (because she had rubies for eyes), Nose (She had no nose), Mouth (she was mute), and Hand (She had a wooden hand).
I think that we are about to be called,
Am I hearing things? Or can you hear some-one bickering?" said Sly.

Luke will sniff around in the general direction of the noise. (Sniffing 20)


Jaeden  d20+8=15 d20+3=18 d20+5=10 d20+6=23
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 3:25:46 PM
Jaeden stops at the sound of the voices. He unloads his burden and stands at the front of the group, ready to draw steel.

Both he and Dalek stand alert.

rolls and actions
jaeden spot 15 listen 18
dalek spot 10 listen 23

Peerimus and Yorrick  d20+19=33
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 3:49:04 PM
The early morning Peerimus prepares quite different repotoire of spells and shortly after his devotions he casts some of them.
Filling a cask he Creates Water. He also places a Longstrider Spell upon himself and Greater Magic Fang upon Yorrick.

Sly's words spark a memory in Peerimus, "Was the crone in teh aftermath of the Archmage referring to others as Justice Wisdom and such. Could they have been trying to communicate to each other?"

"The interference and pan pipes could be from no other but Ebyron. Last night may have been the prelude to encounter. Be alert this day."

Peerimus suggests Jaeden and Yorrick be up front as guard, as the rest of them work the cart and its cargo. As the docks are approached and the bickering is heard, Peerimus almost muses aloud to the source, but decides it would be inprudent to do so. Peerimus stops the cart and with a slight head bob he and Yorrick move to look over the ledge. [Handle animal 33]
"Jaeden Yorrick nad I will check it out." he says to the others as he moves.

Level 0:
*Create Water Mending x2 Purify Food and Drink Read Magic Detect Magic
Level 1:
Endure Elements Faerie Fire Jump *Longstrider Obscuring Mist Pass without Trace Produce Flame
Level 2:
Barkskin x2 Bears Strength Lesser Restoration Cats grace
Level 3:
CMW *Greater Magic Fang Protection from Energy Nuetralize Poison Poison
Level 4:
Flame strike Freedom of Movement Dispel Magic x2
Level 5:
Animal Growth Stoneskin CCW
Level 6:
Mass CLW

Active Spells:
Peerimus Longstrider 11 hours

Yorrick Greater Magic Fang 11 hours


Firn'gaer 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 3:50:16 PM
Being very apparent that the two voices below are unaware of the group above them, Firn'gaer breaks the silence. "Why check it out. Let's just see if they need some help." Getting a lung full of air, Firn'gaer shouts down at the voice below. "You guys need a rope or something?" He looks up at the others after shouting below. "They did thank Domi. Means they can't be entirely bad, maybe a little dumb for landing in a bad spot."

Active Spells
extended mage armor -- 22 hours

Prepared Spells
0 -- dancing lights(r), detect magic x2, ghost sound(r), prestidigitation(r), read magic x2

1 -- elf sight, magic missile x2, mount, ray of enfeeblement x2

2 -- extended mage armor*, extended shield, mirror image, see invisibility, scorching ray, web

3 -- dispel magic, empowered magic missile x2, fly, heighten daze, slow

4 -- black tentacles, dimension door, empowered scorching ray, polymorph

5 -- empowered fireball, empowered lighning bolt, heighten slow

6 -- chain lighning, mage's lucubration

* -- Spells cast
(r) -- racial spells

Savin 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 7:18:10 PM
Savin wakes in the morning, does his normal stretches and performs his morning routines. Series of moves, kicks, and blocks to keep him limber and sharp.

As he is doing this, he thinks back on the last few days. Was it only 3 days ago that they were in the Ice Vein or was it four. It already seems like months.

As they move towards the docks, Savin will help haul the cart but keep an eye out for trouble. When Firn'gaer shouts after Peerimus says he will check it out, the young monk smiles and says, "Firn'gaer, Peerimus is our new leader. I am sure he will be glad to listen to your opinions but next time you should express them before you make the action."

Sly and Luke  d20+5=21
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 8:08:29 PM
As Peerimus, Yurrick and Jaeden passes by Sly will answer the leader. "I think so,Peerimus and I think we will find out soon."
Sly works with the others taking thing out and filling barroles.
But when Sly hears Firm-Gare yell at the Voices, and the answer he gives Savin was just too funny. Sly laugh until tears run down his face, "The a very good reason, Wizard! A very good reason. Tee hee HA HA Oh! My sides hurts."
"Jason Keep your eye on Luke,He'll tell you if they are enermy or just stupid!"

Luke who is in frount of Yurrick sniffs the dock.

Luke tracking 21

Two Men In a Boat (DM/Al) 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 9:25:14 PM
Luke smells the fresh crisp cold tang of the lake. That, and the odor of two humans down below. Jaeden steps to the fore, ready to draw steel, when Firn'gaer calls out in a voice surprisingly loud for such a small gnome.

The call is replied with a high-pitched squawk of surprise. A second squawk, even louder than the first, comes when Peerimus and Yorrick poke their heads over the edge. Some twenty feet down below, two men float in a small dingy.

"Bear! Bear, bear, bear, bear!!!" One man bolts for the stern of the small craft while the other, with a quick hand snatches him by the collar of his leather armor, pulling him back.

"It's alright. It's alright. I think it's alright." He turns the fleeing man around and points at Peerimus. "Bears don't talk."

"It's, er, safe up there! Right?" the second man calls out. "We could sure use a rope. Thank you. We're from the shore. How's the city? We've been sent back to see if things have cleared out. It's a losing battle against the Crying Woods. More and more people are dying every day. We were sent to find out if it's safe to return. Or at least safer than it is out there."

A rope is thrown down. And the two men climb up. They wear dirty, battered leather armor and bear standard issue short swords. Their faces carry the stubble of several days without a shave. Both look haggard. Happy explains the situation. The inn actually hasn't been attacked in two days. They saw nothing on the way from the Giggling Ghost to the docks. It may be alright to return. At least here, people would be fighting for their homes.

The barrels of night soil are emptied at western end of the dock. The buckets are used to wash out the two casks and scrub them clean. Then they are placed again, empty within the cart.

The funeral of the dead children is solemn, but performed with little ceremony. There has been so much death already, and sadness turns to numbness after a while. Happy says a few short words and the small bodies are set adrift upon the still waters.

The four empty barrels are filled at the far east end of the dock. Fresh water to add to that created by Peerimus earlier in the monring.

While this is going on, the two men wander through the great gateway entrance to the city. They return just as the group is finishing their chores.

"It looks safe enough," says the bolder of the two men. "I don't know what we're going to do with the Orcwort vines, though." The other man puts his hand up to his eyes and surveys the placid waters of the lake. His face shows a clear unease.

Jaeden Ohm 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 11:32:16 PM
Jaeden lets out a great laugh at the man's reaction to Yorrick. The sound is as much a release of tension as it is an expression of humor.

He lends a hand in helping the fellows up, a bit of mirth still in his eyes.

"I'm getting a bit jumpy..." he says to no one in particular.

Seeing no reason to suspect the men Jaeden goes about the chores, trusting Dalek to keep eyes and ears open.

At some point during the chores Jaeden speaks upo to the group as a whole. "So that dream we shared last night... well I've been thinking." he pauses in his work.

"When I first appeared here in this city I woke to the vague memory of a dream. With the battle raging in the inn and the subsquent goings ons I completely forgot about it. Now it seems it's coming back to me and I realize why that voice in the dream was familiar."

"That same voice was in my previous dream. Only then it was talking to someone named Far and Away." He pauses as something occurs to him. "In fact, I think it was this Far and Away that brought me to you... at Wisdoms request."

The warrior shrugs and returns to work. "So now we know three names..."

Firn'gaer  d20+8=26 d20+6=7
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 7:37:36 AM
Get back and know your place, monk! Rufus says comming out onto Firn'gaer shoulder and shouting in rodent to Savin.

Almost simultanious with his familiar, "Bite your tongue." The gnome says snappy to Savin.

I'll handle this. Firn'gaer comes back to his rat friend.

"This isn't a military outfit and your not my superior." He says again a little annoyed with the whole leadership thing within the group. His mood swings a bit with Sly's comment and his face breaks with a smirk.

I'll let their leaderships talk to the shoremen. He says to Rufus.

Firn'gaer makes himself busy for the duration of their stay at the docks.

[Listen DC26, Spot DC7]

Active Spells
extended mage armor -- 22 hours

Prepared Spells
0 -- dancing lights(r), detect magic x2, ghost sound(r), prestidigitation(r), read magic x2

1 -- elf sight, magic missile x2, mount, ray of enfeeblement x2

2 -- extended mage armor*, extended shield, mirror image, see invisibility, scorching ray, web

3 -- dispel magic, empowered magic missile x2, fly, heighten daze, slow

4 -- black tentacles, dimension door, empowered scorching ray, polymorph

5 -- empowered fireball, empowered lighning bolt, heighten slow

6 -- chain lighning, mage's lucubration

* -- Spells cast
(r) -- racial spells

Peerimus and Yorrick 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 8:03:45 AM
Peerimus smiles to himself and to Jaeden he says, "Wait til they meet Luke." Peerimus will offer assistance and also tell them that the fighting in the city with the plants has seemed to have lessend.

Peerimus shrugs at the orcwort vines. He has no idea what the city intended to do about them wither, but "We could escort you to Gold level and arrange for you to talk with a couple of the houses there. " The druid then looks to his companions to see if anyone has any other ideas, because he was out.

Level 0:
*Create Water Mending x2 Purify Food and Drink Read Magic Detect Magic
Level 1:
Endure Elements Faerie Fire Jump *Longstrider Obscuring Mist Pass without Trace Produce Flame
Level 2:
Barkskin x2 Bears Strength Lesser Restoration Cats grace
Level 3:
CMW *Greater Magic Fang Protection from Energy Nuetralize Poison Poison
Level 4:
Flame strike Freedom of Movement Dispel Magic x2
Level 5:
Animal Growth Stoneskin CCW
Level 6:
Mass CLW

Active Spells:
Peerimus Longstrider 11 hours

Yorrick Greater Magic Fang 11 hours



Savin 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 8:04:55 AM
Savin enjoys the breezes as he helps haul up the two soldiers from the boat below, his bulging muscles make short work of it.

As he then moves on to the other chores, some disgusting, others just sad, he will keep an eye out on the two soldiers. He calls out to them after they make their own observations, "The city has been quiet for the last couple of days. Still a monster here and there but nothing in force. They must have thought all the prey went to the beach. Still if the population comes back, the monsters will follow. We need to figure a way to free the city from the grasp of the Crying Jungle and move it farther out into the lake."

Savin then moves over to the cranky wizard, "Firn'gaer, I didn't mean to offend, but I also know that being thrust into a leadership role is difficult. Peerimus will have a tough time of it for a couple of months until he gets used to it. We need to be nice and easy going for him while he does. If you wanted the job, it was there for the taking. I would have supported you."

Sly and Luke 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 8:53:21 AM
Sly still doing the chores, will stand next to Firm-gare and Savin, " I would have followed Either one of you, if you has the post of leader. I'm glad I did not get to be leader, because I'm too young, I'm bearly 40, that's only 20 in human years. I don't have the experance that you people do.
Also I came to be in this party only by accedent, I was about to knock on the church door, to tell the warriers in side that the Crones wanted to meet them, when the bell of Chaos rang. But I'll never regret the accerdent, I've meet too many fine, good hearted Woldians in my short life. That is how I feel about all of you." Sly tell his friends.

Luke sniff the two men all over their bodies, then goes to Peerimus telling him, "There are not enermies, But the short one has to chang his pants! he smells!"

Catastrophic Momentum or A Cool Wet Distraction (DM/Al)  d20=3
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 6:47:55 PM
Opinions, discussion, and just plain casual conversation have filled the morning's work. Lady Silverhand has been particularly quiet, choosing to watch rather than speak. Her eyes seem to take in everything in their quiet way.

"Thank you, Sir," the bolder of the two men says to Peerimus in reply to his offer of escort. "But I don't know that we would be the one's to be speaking to the higher-ups on Gold Level." He looks nervous at the prospect. It's clear that class consciousness drives his discomfort. "But, maybe if we come back with Tom Hammish or Madam Captain Sywitch, we may take you up on your offer ... you're graciousness ... Sir."

The other man gives a strangled *yipe* as Luke pokes his nose at him and speaks. Stuttering and stammering, he hides behind his companion, pointing at the talking dog.

"Er, we'll be headed back to report now, if you won't be minding." The man pushes his frightened companion toward the rope. "Things look to be quiet enough. I think folks will be wanting to try and cross back after hearing what we have to say. Don't know what we're going to do about the vines though."

Far out on the water, Firn'gaer sees a dark shape move beneath the placid waters of the lake. The shadow of a cloud?

All of the sudden, a huge tearing noise rips through the air, coming from the far side of the towering city. The dock drops out from underneath everyone and there is the briefest glimpse of a maelstrom of swirling waters below as the docks along with the entire party drop down into the lake.

Water rages all around, white and angry. Each man, woman, bear, horse, dog, half-elf, gnome and rat struggles to hang on or keep their head above the water. The roiling waters wash the party in a jet of flotsam further out into the lake. The raging calms. The swirling currents slow. And then, up above, the towering city begins to swing back in a reverse momentum. From under the water, the docks rise up, white foam sprays upward in a gigantic arc. A huge wave sweeps outward. Waves lash the group. But, eventually, the waters still. Up above, the tower of the city is standing upright. The city has been released!!!

However, swept out into the lake, some in heavy armor, the Children of Chaos are about to learn first hand, that Water can be the deadliest of environments.

Make a Swim check. If you beat a DC25, you catch hold of a bit of the dock or a spar that arrests your motion. If you beat a DC20, you manage to remain above water and are swept 60 feet away from the dock. Less than 20 and you go under.

If you missed the DC25, you must swim in from 60 feet out to regain the dock. Please review the section on Swim. Also review the section on Drowning.

Please make as many swim checks as you need, now vs only a DC12, to determine whether you're getting back to the dock or you're drowning and really need help. Maximum 10. That should get a trend going.

Spells may not be cast unless you can speak Aquan if you go under. To cast a spell on the surface requires a Concentration Check of 20+Spell Level. Miss the check and lose the spell.

=== OOC === OOC === OOC ===

Next few days are going to be ... unusual. Both Daniel/Peerimus and Rich/Firn'gaer will be out until the 8th. I'll have to NPC their characters. Selena/Kristel lost their internet connection. That leaves only three characters playing. Still, let us not let this ... dampen our spirits. Play on. ^_^

BTW, this is in reaction to an event that happened on the Crimson Shields board.

Savin  d20+12=23 d20+12=29
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 9:30:50 PM
Savin is tossed out into the water and though he tries to hand on to the city, is shaken loose. He keeps his head above water without to much difficulty and scans the water looking for people in trouble. If he sees anyone in trouble, he will head in that direction to see if he can render aid. He will slip behind the person and grab them, using soothing words to calm them down and to relax them. He will then tow them towards the city.

OOC Double movement for Savin means he can swim 60' or 30' if he needs to grab someone who is in trouble

Sly and Luke  d20+7=22 d20+4=19 d20+5=13 d20+2=17
Friday November 4th, 2005 7:19:37 AM
Sly is thrown into the water, Tries to grab a empty barrel, but no good. He has his head above water, by doing the dog paddle. He will look for any one in trouble, Sly sees that Luke hitting the water, not too far from him. But the dog does not come up for air, Now sly will dive and try to grab the Dog (luke) and bring him to the serface.

Luke is thrown into the water, but for some reason un able to to rise to the serface.

Sly saving 22 - grapple 19.
Luke savine 13 - Con check 17.

Jaeden  d20=15 d20+20=26
Friday November 4th, 2005 7:42:50 PM
For the couple seconds it takes Jaeden to hit the water time seems to come to a crawl to the warrior. Oh by the gods I'm in plate armor... he thinks to himself with surprising calm.

He finds a bit of amusement in that calm. Here he is plummeting to what is surely his death...

Dalek is frantic. The horse is a strong swimmer and likely quite safe, but still panic flies off the horse in empathic projections that Jaeden can't help but feel consumed by.

Still, amusingly, he's calm.

SPLASH[

SPLASH[

In a dizzying rush time catches up with Jaeden as he hits the water.

A mouthful of water...

Being dragged by currents...

More panic from Dalek...

A lull, and a nice big gulp of air...

what...

Swept 60' feet out into the lake, somehow Jaeden stays on the surface [swim check = 20]. He paddles hard to stay that way and looks around for Dalek.

As Dalek hits the water his panick elevates for a few seconds but as the water calms the horse realizes that things aren't so bad... for him [swim check 26]. The horse is right at the cities edge.

Seeing that Dalek is ok, Jaeden starts swimming hard for shore [full round action swim = 1/2 move, take 10 = swim check 15, 4 rounds to go 60 feet].

After a difficult 40 seconds of strokes Jaeden makes it to the edge of the city.

If at all possible he pulls himself out of the water.

rolls and actions
Jaeden swim check = 20
Dalek swim check = 26
Jaeden additional swim checks all 'take 10' = 15

Calm, But Murky (DM/Al)  [Deluge Checks] Peerimus d20+6=17 Yorrick d20+12=19 Firn'gaer d20-1=19 Selena d20+5=25 Happy d20+12=13 Man1 d20+5=23 Man2 d20+5=15 [Swim Up Checks] Peerimus d20+6=25 Yorrick d20+12=24 Luke d20+6=21 Happy d20+12=32 Man2 d20+5=8 Man2 d20+5=24 [Visibility Underwater] 5d8(4+8+6+2+2)=22 [Mystery Check] d20=10
Saturday November 5th, 2005 9:49:50 AM
As the rush of dark lake water sweeps over the group, Firn'gaer and Selena manage to grab hold of something solid. They hang on for dear life as the powerful hand of the water attempts to pull them into the lake. Dalek hears a hoof strike the wood of the dock. In a panic, the horse scrambles for purchase against the sucking waters. When the lake subsides, all three, through luck and sheer power of will, are still on the dock. A small voice comes into from Firn'gaer's mind, and there is movement in the hood of his cloak. "What did you do? Don't do it again!!!"

Savin, Sly, and Jaeden, despite his immensely heavy armor, swim strongly and rides the crest of the wave as it sweeps them out into the dark waters of the lake. Along side of them, they see the bolder of the two men from the shore. 60 feet from the shore, Jaeden, encumbered by his armor, strikes out for the dock. (Yup. After swimming 60 feet in full plate armor, I think you can probably manage to pull yourself out onto the dock.) Savin and Sly remain out in the water. Peerimus, Yorrick, Luke and Happy are no where to be seen.

"Festus!" the man from the boat calls out. Looks like his companion is missing too. Sly is just about to dive for Luke.

A spray of water breaks the surface. Then another, and another. Peerimus. Yorrick. Luke. Happy. All come to the surface and take a deep breath of life-giving air. Where is the second man? Those who went under know how dark the water is below. Bits of plant debris fill the lake water, cutting visibility to little more than 20 feet all around. In a panic, one could very easily lose one's sense of direction and be unable to distinguish which direction was up.

Then, suddenly, another spray of water, and the second man draws a deep and panicky breath, gasping for air and paddling like mad.

All accounted for. The waters are now only moderately rough. Gentle swelling waves raise the party up and lower them down. But, the dock is only 60 feet away. And it is now level with the surface of the lake. The tower of the city rises straight up into the air. The vines on the other side of the city must have come away some how. It should be easy to swim back. (You can ignore the swim checks on the way back. Should be calm enough to Take 20.)

The barrels and the boat that the two men came in also float on the surface. It shouldn't be too difficult to bring them in to the dock as well. The cart, though, is gone. Lost on the bottom. Somewhere.

Time to swim back.

=== OOC === OOC === OOC ===

Those on the Shore Spot DC10 (That includes Jaeden)
Those in the Water Spot DC30 (That's most everybody else who's not an NPC)
Beat the DC to Spot the following:
Highlight to display spoiler: {Out beyond the party members who are still swimming in the water is a long dark shadow against the surface of the lake. It's big. It could be the shadow of a cloud above. It's *that* big. Or, it could be something lurking below the waves.}


Sly and Luke  d20+4=11 d20+7=21 d20+5=7 d20+5=16
Saturday November 5th, 2005 4:15:56 PM
Sly s about to dive and look for Luke, When Luke pop up to the serface of the water. Sly will serch the area around them, (11) and see that every body is accounted for, "Are you alright Luke?" he ask his dog first, When Luke answers "COUGH! SPIT! Yes."
Sly will chech on the others, "Is evwery body accounted for, "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Where the other guy who was in the boat? OH! there he is. Ok! let's swim for the dock.
Last one to get out of the water is a rotten egg!"
With a laugh Sly swins toward the dock.
Luke is paddling with all four paws, not wanting to be last.

Savin  d20+13=26
Monday November 7th, 2005 11:12:24 AM
Savin hears Sly's remarks and starts cutting through the water like a knife through butter. His powerful arms and legs kick and propel him throught the water very quickly.

He pulls himself up the dock area with a smile and says, "That was interesting. Jaeden, I had always heard that it was hard to swim with armor. Not for you, I guess."

Savin had glanced around at the other swimmers while he was swimming but didn't see anything out of the ordinary

Jaeden  d20+8=12 d20+5=22
Monday November 7th, 2005 2:00:53 PM
On the dock Jaeden stands with arms around Dalek's neck and head down resting against the horses head.

At Savins approach and words Jaeden looks up at the monk. He looks haggard.

"I... it was hard. Very hard. To tell you the truth I thought I was doomed. I've done a decent amount of swimming but I thought for sure I'd go under in full plate."

He shrugs as indication that he didn't know it was possible.

Suddenly Daleks thoughts penetrate the warriors mind trouble in water. friends in trouble.

Jaeden stands up straight and peers beyond Savin, where he too sees the darkness. "Everyone swim hard!" he shouts. "Trouble in the water. Swim hard for the dock!"

The warrior wipes away his fatigue, grabs his bow and proceeds to prepare for battle.

He does however back up a bit. Not wanting to be at the end of the dock where he may have to put his swimming to the test once again.



Sly (AC 25 85/85 hp) and Luke (Ac 21 65/65 hp)  d20+7=26 d20+5=10
Monday November 7th, 2005 2:31:07 PM
Sly swing for all he's worth, but for some odd reason Luke Going under, Sly has to stop and help the dog out.

OOC: Sly Swim 26

Luke is very tired and keep going under the water. "Help!" he cries.

OOC: Luke swims 10

Panic In The Water (DM/Al)  d20+6=16 d20+6=16
Monday November 7th, 2005 9:24:11 PM
The Children of Chaos swim back toward the dock. Savin, as usual, is the swiftest. Luke has trouble, and requires help from Sly.

Happy makes for one of the escaped barrels, hoping to tow it back to the dock.

The two scouts from the shore make for their boat instead.

All Dalek, Jaeden, Firn'gaer and the Lady Silverhand, already on the dock, spot the long dark shadow against the surface of the lake. It's big. It could be the shadow of a cloud above. It's *that* big. Or, it could be something lurking below the waves. Jaeden shouts a warning, and draws his sword.

Happy stops and looks back in the direction in which Jaeden is pointing. "A Turtle?" he shouts back. Still, the warrior is shouting with such insistence, that he breaks off his pursuit of the barrel and makes for the dock with as much speed and calm as possible.

The two men are nearer the boat. One of the two men begins to thrash and fight his way, clearly in a panic.

Peerimus, Yorrick, Sly, Luke, and then Happy all pull themselves up onto the dock. The two men gain their boat. The more fearful one hauls himself in, and then draws a dagger. He stands in the dangerously unsteady craft, and faces out toward the lake, panting with fear and exertion.

The dark shadow on the lake ... does nothing. The waters of the lake continue to roll in the aftermath of the release of the city. Soon, the shadow shrinks or fades until it is unclear whether or not it was really actually there, or whether it was the result of an overactive imagination.

What is plain and clear, an undeniable reality is that everybody is wet. Those that went swimming in the lake are really wet. Those who brought gear with them, will find that water has gotten into most everything. Even Heward's Handy Haversack has not proven impervious to the water. (See below for the effects.)

But everyone is standing on level ground. For the first time in days ... level ground. Looking back through the Gate and into the city, though, is an exercise in despair. Select buildings remain standing like the few remaining teeth in the mouth of a hag. All else is rubble. A landscape of blasted rubble.

"We'll send some people back!" The voice comes from the water. And at turn reveals the two men paddling around the city, returning to the shore.

Some things come. Some things go.

=== OOC === OOC === OOC ===

Peerimus, Savin, Jaeden, Sly, Dalek and Luke, some of your items will have become ruined. If you were carrying scrolls, water has soaked into the outermost of the roll of scrolls. Number the scrolls 1-20 then roll 1d6 (for the number of ruined scrolls) and 1d20 for each of the ruined scrolls to learn which ones were lost. Ex. 1d6=2, 1d20=1 (Scroll of Alarm), 1d20=16 (Scroll of Jump)).

Any trail rations would now be waterlogged. You can try eating them now, but they won't last through tomorrow. Dalek's feed would be ruined.

Savin, your spices would be ruined. The healer's kit is also soaked, a lost cause.

Sly, anything in the Ivory and Gold snuff chest would be fine, even if you had it on you. If you had your spellbook on you, the edges of the pages are now wet and stained. But the spells are still readable. Your jerky is ruined along with the trail rations.

Where to now? Back to the Giggling Ghost? To Gold Level to see if answers are still to be had there? Where to?

Sly and Luke 
Tuesday November 8th, 2005 9:13:46 AM
Sly is buzy looking through his back pack, Sly goes through his belonging every thing is wet, except the arrows that was wrap in a oil cloth sack, with the arrors was his magic book, the pages are a little damp. "Oh! Goodness the book is not ruin. But the ration are damp.
Luke want some rations before they spoil?"

Luke is going throudh is own saddle bags. "Every thing is alright in bag, SoupBone, Potion, OK! Food better eat now. Chew! chew Gulp!"

Sly will start to take off his clothes to Dry, will also look for some thing to wipe his weapons and armor dry.

Luke will go to Sly ask "Take off this thing. Want to dry and roll in the grass!"

Jaeden 
Tuesday November 8th, 2005 12:07:12 PM
"Perhaps it was nothing..." Jaeden states as he helps each of the party climb up to the dock. "There was a dark shadow just under the water... it may have been no more than the shadow of a cloud but no need to chance it."

The warrior joins Sly in going through his gear and weeding out the ruined goods. He looks curiously at Luke.

"You know, I haven't really had the chance to ask. And I mean no offense by this. But, well... whats your story? Not every day I come across a talking dog."

He listens raptly to to any answer offered by Luke or Sly.

***

With his gear sorted out and the bulk of the water wiped from his armor Jaeden begins to address the parties current situation.

"Ok so, as I understand it we still have work to do here. From what you all have told me the crones will move us from place to place as our efforts are needed in different areas."

"Yet we remain. Which tells me that there remains a task to do here. We have the artifact but we don't know much about it. It seems we need to speak to Lord Lorbius and find out if he knows more. Additionally, if the noble family had this item it stands to reason that they may have one or more of the other artifacts we are after."

"So unless anyone else has an idea I say we head on up to Gold Level straight away."

Savin 
Tuesday November 8th, 2005 1:14:08 PM
Savin checks his belongings and makes sure that he has everything including the artifact after his dunking.

He pulls out the artifact and holds it up for the others to see. "Do we want to start experimenting with this? Does the city have a library where we could do some research on it? Its an artifact. Stands to reason something should be known about it. I am a little concerned that it effected the Lady Celines brother so strongly. Wonder why it isn't effecting me? Wonder if it is because I am a monk or that I am Lawful Good."

Savin will offer the item up and ask, "Anyone else want to hold it?" With a wry grin, he adds, "Thought not. Lets get Happy back to his fine establishment and then see if we can find anyone still alive in this mess. These people have years of rebuilding ahead of them. Still they seem a hardy people and will weather this storm. I think we need to go see Lord Lorbuis and find out any information he can tell us. Since we know his secrets, he might help us to move on our way."

Return to House Stizein (DM/Al) 
Tuesday November 8th, 2005 8:48:31 PM
The Children of Chaos catalog and handle the water damage. While cleaning his armor, Jaeden asks about Luke and his ability to talk.

Happy dives back into the lake to retrieve the six barrels. The waters are calm now, and nothing rises to hinder or molest him. By the time all is done it is fully noon, perhaps a little after. Without the cart the Children of Chaos have to carry the barrels. A little sweat and hard work seems a small thing, though, after a battle with thirty or more werecreatures.

The group treks through an empty wasteland of fallen brick, riven timbers, and shredded planking. Oddly enough, the strange magic that paints the sky upon the ceiling still functions perfectly, shining down upon the eerie quiet and blasted landscape. Navigating in the city is now no longer much of a problem. Few buildings are standing, and walking to them is now no more than a matter of walking over the crumbling ruins. The Giggling Ghost is one of the buildings that has survived. Inside, the inn is once again a mess. The stairs have collapsed. And, if there had been any furniture intact before, there seems to be none now.

Happy shoos the group out the door.

"Report to Lord Malneth on Gold Level. He will want to know how things are down here. The Lord with organize relief. It's the best thing you can do for me now. Really." As the group leaves, the see a dark haired woman, beautiful and translucent, emerge from the wall, Daphne, the Giggling Ghost. She casts her gaze about the inn with a look of sadness. "Oh Happy," she says.

The Ramp in the Central Stairs isn't hard to find. And the Ramp itself, when compared to the rest of the City, is in remarkably good shape. It is fairly free of rubble. And the vines appear to be dying away. The group emerges onto Barracks Level, where the City Guard is stationed. Here too, most of the buildings have been completely flattened. One notable exception is the hulking mass of what must be the Gaol. Prionel, the captured elf would be there. If he survived the release of the city.

Suddenly, the ground jerks. This time, however, it is a gentle motion. Again. The feeling of motion. Could the city be moving? Nothing threatens, and so the group moves on.

Paradoxically, Merchant Level, the next level up, seems to have come through in better shape. Though higher up and subjected to the greater swing of the tower, the buildings seem of better construction. Pity, though, the people trapped within the buildings. For though the buildings may be of finer craftsmanship, the people are still people.

At last, the group emerges out onto Gold Level. The blockade of House Guards that the group left two days ago at the mouth of the Ramp is now gone. Even more buildings stand upon Gold Level. Here, there is movement. A runner moves through the streets, delivering a message from one place to another. Within the gates of one House compound people can be seen moving about. No one stops the Children of Chaos, as they move to Gold Lane in the South, tracing their way back to House Stizein. It is early evening now, and the light from the ceiling/sky is dimming to dusk.

"Halt!" Three guards emerge from the front gate. In triangle formation, the foremost guard wields a longsword, while two others flank him with spears. "This is the Compound of House Stizein. You may not enter."

=== OOC === OOC === OOC ===

Hopefully Daniel and Rich should be back tomorrow.



Jaeden Ohm 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 12:02:55 AM
Hands empty and held slightly to the side Jaeden takes a single crisp step forward, placing him in front of the group. He address the longsword wielding guard.

"Sir, we are friends of Lady Celine and have come to see her and Lord Tarleth. If you are under orders of no admittance we understand and will wait here but please send a runner to inform the Lady and Lord of our arrival."


Jaeden Ohm 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 12:02:55 AM
Hands empty and held slightly to the side Jaeden takes a single crisp step forward, placing him in front of the group. He address the longsword wielding guard.

"Sir, we are friends of Lady Celine and have come to see her and Lord Tarleth. If you are under orders of no admittance we understand and will wait here but please send a runner to inform the Lady and Lord of our arrival."


Sly and Luke 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 9:43:35 AM
As Sly dries and gets to pot his armer on again, He tell the story of how Luke got the gift of speach. "We the Children of Chaos was in the Forest of the Elves, There was this Driad, an evil vampire Driad. We had to find her tree. We were almost there when we almost killed her, But you cannot kill a Driad, you must kill her tree in order for her to die.
Luke was hurt very badly, coming to the resque to the party and a few Fairies. We saw the White Stag, the one of ledgions. He stands there in the mist. then there was a little light that flew to Luke and disapered in side his body. We went on to find the entrance to the Driad's tree. We killed the tree with the driad inside.
We were going back to Gateway Downs, when Luke started to speak simple Yes and No words at first. That's when we realise the the spirit that entered the dog. Never left Luke and is still in there now."

At this point Sly, Jaeden and the rest of the party arrive at the gates of the Stizein estate with the Three guards.

Luke ask Jaeden, "Now What?"

Sly and Luke 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 9:43:35 AM
As Sly dries and gets to pot his armer on again, He tell the story of how Luke got the gift of speach. "We the Children of Chaos was in the Forest of the Elves, There was this Driad, an evil vampire Driad. We had to find her tree. We were almost there when we almost killed her, But you cannot kill a Driad, you must kill her tree in order for her to die.
Luke was hurt very badly, coming to the resque to the party and a few Fairies. We saw the White Stag, the one of ledgions. He stands there in the mist. then there was a little light that flew to Luke and disapered in side his body. We went on to find the entrance to the Driad's tree. We killed the tree with the driad inside.
We were going back to Gateway Downs, when Luke started to speak simple Yes and No words at first. That's when we realise the the spirit that entered the dog. Never left Luke and is still in there now."

At this point Sly, Jaeden and the rest of the party arrive at the gates of the Stizein estate with the Three guards.

Luke ask Jaeden, "Now What?"

Jaeden Flashback 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 12:02:37 PM
Before arriving at the guards...

With Sly's explanation given Jaeden looks at Luke with a new level of respect. "The White Stag you say...? I've heard mention of that creature in tales. And of course there is that song about Harit the thief where he turns over a new start after running into the stag."

"I didn't ever consider that the White Stag might really exist. Interesting..."



Savin 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 6:56:35 PM
Savin comes up behind Jaeden and taps him on the shoulder. "My good fellow. Don't you think that you should tell these fine gentlemen who we are? Right now they are going to tell the kind Lady Celine that some scruffy vagabonds are at the gate."

He turns his attention to the guards and smiles his boyish smile, "My name is Savin. This somewhat slow fellow is called Jaeden. Please forgive him his lapses. He was recently in battle with some werebeasts. An evil cleric seized control of his brain and I don't think he has totally recovered. Still with the Lady Celine's help, we were able to recover her brother. Can you tell them that her friends the Children of Chaos are here?"

Jaeden (third illegal post) 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 8:17:37 PM
Jaeden turns his attention to the monk, his face neutral. He searches the monks face for indications of how the comment was meant.

For now the warrior decides to give the benefit of the doubt and returns his attention to the guards.

"As my companion says she may know us as the 'Children of Chaos'. If not, you could always fall back on good ol descriptions."

It is likely the warriors sarcasm is not meant for the guard.

Lord Tarleth (DM/Al) 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 8:49:30 PM
The group faces the triangle formation of guards. Inside the courtyard, more guards turn. Some, on their way to various errands, slow their pace to watch. A voice cuts through the early evening gloom.

"Hail! Hail and thank you. The Children of Chaos, am I correct?" A pale thin man with a shock of red hair steps from behind a small knot of guards. His clothing is richer than last he was seen. But this is hardly difficult as last he was seen he was naked. It is Tarleth, Lord of Stizein and brother to Lady Celine. His arm is in a sling. Not a wound he had when the group had left the Trash Level the day before.

"Come in. Come in. It's alright. They're friends. Rescuers in fact. And they might very well sweep the courtyard with your carcasses if driven to it." Tarleth gives a hearty laugh and claps the leading guard on the shoulder with his good hand. "Good work. Carry on." He gestures for the group to follow, and he heads to the front door of the manor. As the group crosses the courtyard, the guesthouse where they had stayed before comes into view. The entire building is collapsed like a house of cards, folded over and leaning against the outer wall of the compound.

"I suppose you're here to see my father," Tarleth says over his shoulder as the group marches into the front doors. Inside, pallets line the hallway, upon which wounded men and women lie. An occasional groan escapes the lips of those bloody and bandaged, with broken bones and crushed body parts. "Father is rather busy right now. He's organizing emergency and relief efforts with the Temple of Alemi. Celine is somewhere about, tending to the wounded. If you wish to speak to either of them, you might have to wait for morning. We can offer you some meager accommodations for the night. We don't have much space available. But I'm sure we can find something."

"Or, maybe I can help you. I ... I never got the chance to truly thank you. It ... " the Lord of House Stizein turns inward with a pained look. "It's amazing really. How something so small and foolish can put so many lives at risk. I'm not sure that I'll ever live down the shame. I just couldn't ... I couldn't change back. Thank goodness you where here to pull me out with not many the wiser."

"I'm sorry. I'm going on. You wanted something?"

Sly and Luke 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 7:26:57 AM
Sly step forward with a respecful bow. He will speak to Lord Taeleth. " Lord Tarleth, borther of Lady Celine, favored Son of Lord Stizein. I have a favor to ask of you, information about an Elf that is or was in one of your prison. Iwould like to free this Elf.

You see, My Lord! I'm a Bladesinger. I have taken an oath to fight and resque Elves and Halve-elves, Ofcourse any victims where Chaos exixt. Even if it means my life. Can you help my Lord?"

Luke look at Sly asking, "What Elf? Oh! Yes that elf!"

Savin 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 9:05:49 AM
Savin stamps his foot and murmers, "What is it about names with our spokespeople!" He steps forward and interjects. "Sir, the elf she refers to is a political prisoner being held by Lord Peremon. The elf's name is Prionel and he is an elder of a village of elves that resides in the Crying Jungle.

We were also asked to report in to a Lord Malneth and give a report on the city.

I would also like to talk to your about the artifact we wrested from your grasp. Anything you can tell us about its powers, if it has motivations, or anything we should just worry about having it in our possession?"

Jaeden 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 12:44:06 PM
Weary from his burdened swim and the march to Gold level, Jaeden is content to let the groups excitable monk lead the conversation.

He listens to the others discussion and does his best to take it in. 'What Elf?' he wonders.

Place For the Night (DM/Al) 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 8:38:12 PM
Glowing globes of permanent light, clean burning, are brought out and placed in wall sconces as the party chats in the busy main entry hall filled with injured people. Most of the Children of Chaos are quiet. Water is a powerful force, and fighting it can be more difficult than one imagines. Add to that the scene of suffering that surrounds them, and their solemn, perhaps weary mood is quite understandable.

"Listen," Lord Tarleth looks about himself, "lets find some place where we can speak with more privacy, shall we?" He leads the group toward a broad set of grand stairs that curve up the walls to the floors above. Heads turn as the group, with dog, bear, and horse all ascend. People passing on their way down try *not* to stare. Tarleth seems to think nothing of it.

"I've heard about the elf," Tarleth says over his shoulder. "Didn't know it was Perimon holding him, though. I imagine father knows what's up with that though. Perimon's a bugger, he is. Only one I know stubborn enough to try and put a settlement in the Crying Woods. I heard about this elf of yours. Spoke up on behalf of Ebyron the Sleeper. He has some connection to the Crying Woods itself. Could be tough to get him free. You're going to have to think of a better reason to set him free than your Bladesinger's oath. You can talk to my father about that tomorrow if you want to get something done. I think my father is the only one with enough clout to handle Perimon."

The group climbs the stairs past the second floor and onto the third. Tarleth grabs a glow globe from off the wall and leads the group through a set of double doors into a large dark room with a checkered floor. At least, this would be a room if the roof were still on it. The entire upper corner of the room has been ripped away as though struck by something hard and massive. The room is open to the air, and stars can be seen above.

"You can spend the night here if you'd like," Lord Tarleth offers. "Because the roof's off, it won't be used for the wounded. Doesn't get very cold here at night. Should do, you think?"

"As to the Bane ... " Tarleth lowers the glow globe and his face hides wreathed in shadows, " ... I ... you'll have to speak to Lorbius about that. He'll most likely be around tomorrow as well. To see my sister, you know. Yes, I suppose you do know." There is a moments pause in the still shadow of dusk. "I can tell you, though, that the Bane did nothing to me until I put it on. What a grand and terrible name for such a silly little trinket, I thought. Then I put it round my neck and I couldn't change. I was stuck, frozen in a form that would spell doom for the Houses should I be found out." He lapses once more into silence. "Now I think I know why they call it the Bane."

"Well. Yes. Enough of that, eh?" Lord Tarleth starts up again as though to banish his mood. "Kitchens downstairs on the first floor. Help yourself if you'd like. I don't expect there will be much in the way of service here for a while. I must be about the rounds myself, must needs check the guards at the back gate. I'll tell father you're here, and that you have a report on, what did you say, the city. Right."

"Will this room be alright? Is there anything else you need before I go?"

=== OOC === OOC === OOC ===

Well, I guess I misread the date that Daniel and Rich would be back. Looks like not until the 11th. Oh well. That's alright. Lets just carry on.

Savin  d20+9=17
Thursday November 10th, 2005 10:28:51 PM
Savin looks around the room and shrugs, "Well that sort of sucks. I am not just gonna stand here while people are suffering in the courtyard below. I will go offer my healing skills." Savin is put into a bad mood because he wanted more information about this possibly dangerous artifact he is carrying around. Still he supposes he won't put it on.

He looks to the others and says, "Anyone want to go with me?" Savin jogs down to the courtyard and looks for a priest or healer in charge. "I have been trained in the healing arts? Can I be of some assistance? I will need supplies since I was dunked into the lake.

Savin rolls a dc of 17 for healing

Jaeden Ohm & Dalek 
Friday November 11th, 2005 11:19:37 AM
"I will join you in about a half hour Savin. I just need to see to Dalek and give my armor a final once over. I don't have any knowledge of healing but I can help move and carry things or people if needed."

Jaeden immediately strips off his armor and arranges the inner padding to dry. He sees to Dalek's needs and goes over his armor with more care then he was able to use earlier.

Finally, he finds Savin and assists as he can.

encounter notes
*Jaeden is currently unarmored
*Sword is still on his back
*Gauntlets hung from his belt

Sly and Luke 
Friday November 11th, 2005 12:21:21 PM
After hearing about theEldre Elf, he just stands there for a moment, then turns to Luke "Oh! My Goodness! If that Elder Elf, and just because he was speaking out on behalf of someone named . . . I don't remember, was thrown in the dungon. "OH! Luke do you under stand this Elf is an Elder, I'll bet you that He Being an Elder of the elves, He came here by the Elvin Highway???
That means that this Elf could have saved countless lives when the trouble started. The Sin of all those lives are on their leaders shoulders."

Luke listens to what Sly is saying, "Yhe Magic Road?? Up in the Sky??"


Working Into the Late Evening (DM/Al) 
Saturday November 12th, 2005 11:27:16 AM
Receiving no further questions or requests, Tarleth places the glowing globe in a scone in the open-air room and departs. "I will no doubt see you in the morning," are his last words before he leaves.

Sly ponders upon the nature of the elf who's cause he has championed. An Elder. What could that mean? The group is far away from home. What could that mean here in this northern land? Could he have come to Floating City by the Elven road? Speculation could go on and on. Only the morning would bring a real chance to find out more.

Savin heads downstairs, while Jaeden an Peerimus see to their animal friends. Firn'gaer settles in a corner, Rufus hidden away in the folds of his clothing. Lady Silverhand is nowhere to be seen - as it seems, is often her wont.

Down on the first floor, a priestess of Alemi puts Savin to work. He moves from pallet to pallet, each with a wounded man or woman lying upon it. Most bear the distinctive marks and calluses of those who spend most of their time in armor. Male or female, they must be guards or fighters of some kind. Savin even recognizes a few of the rogues from the Trash Level. All seem to have been bandaged with consummate skill. All wounds have already been treated with herb poultices to protect against infection and speed healing.

Jaeden and Sly come downstairs, and together, they tend to the needs of the wounded, bringing water and what food can be taken in, changing bandages, and simply sitting with those in pain, giving words of comfort. From the patients that are able, the two receive smiles and words of thanks. Guards, house functionaries, and the Cleric of Alemi all turn to watch the three as they pass by. Many give nods of approval.

In the end, however, it is Savin who decides that not much more can be done. To provide the Long Term Care that these patients require would mean sacrificing a night's sleep. And sacrificing a night's sleep would mean a day of Fatigue come tomorrow.

(Your choice, btw. You can continue to minister to the wounded through the night. In such a case, they will recover twice the normal hp. But you will be fatigued tomorrow.)

Sly and Luke 
Sunday November 13th, 2005 10:04:44 AM
Sly will go to Savin, "Is there more i can help you with? I only need four hours sleep because of my being an half elf." Sly sees that his friend is getting a little tired.

Luke ask Sly, "Can me go to the hurt children?"

Sly answers his faithful friend, "But ofcours Luke! That is a very good idea."

Peerimus and Yorrick  d20+10=18
Sunday November 13th, 2005 12:33:48 PM
OoC howdy all

The deep shadwo within the lake obviously has had the druids attention over the past several hours. He has siad little and kept his thoughts private, never a very good sign.

Despite his feelings towards most he has encountered within the Floating City personally, Peerimus is quick to decide that those lying wounded and in pain about him are in need of his skills, meager as they may be when compared to the priests about the room. But his help will allow at least one priest to get the rest needed to pray for and recieve the healing spells these people may so desperately need. With that thoug in mind, Peerimus moves to one of the clerics as evening waxes, "I will stay with them this night, you should rest for your morning prayers." [Heal check 18]

Selena 
Sunday November 13th, 2005 7:28:37 PM
Selena after getting back she checks her gear making sure nothing is lost or damaged, changes into a red silk dress that turn any mans eye and heads down to help the best but will get a bit of sleep as well
If she can will try to find some replacement silver arrows

OCC Selena 
Sunday November 13th, 2005 7:39:45 PM
OCC
do you guys use aim msn or the like if so can you eather email or post you account name so i can add you guys to my lists i am on aim right now but i have the others too
drifterjchaos is my account
thanks Jon


Savin  d20+11=23 d20+11=30
Monday November 14th, 2005 7:02:58 AM
Savin sees that the men are well taken care of and wants a good night sleep, so he decides to entertain them for half and hour or so and then make his way to bed.

He will first juggle some simple colored balls while telling some off color jokes. He then will pull out his pipes and serenade the gentlemen to sleep.

Though his juggling was good (really rolled a 21, gave myself the masterwork item in error) the pipeplaying was a fit for the nobles. One of his better performances. dc 30 check

Firn'gaer  d20+8=15 d20+13=28 d20+8=24 d20+8=10
Monday November 14th, 2005 9:30:07 AM
Firn'gaer settles in for the evening and sets to drying his remaining possessions the old fashion way. He is thankful for the extra-dimensional space he keeps most of his things.

Rufus very distraught, a drown rat one might say, complains through most of the evening until exhausted from his rants he finally goes to sleep.

After the drying is done, he starts to sift through his mind about the shadow that was all too obvious in the lake.

Knowledges:
- History DC15
- Local DC28
- Nature DC24
- The Planes DC10

Jaeden 
Monday November 14th, 2005 11:26:39 AM
Eventually Jaeden's weariness catches up with him. Funny how a swim while fully encased in metal armor can do that to a man...

When he can keep his eyes open no longer he retires to the groups roofless room. He gives horse and armor a final check before laying down to sleep.

Wonder what strange dreams will come for us tonight? His last thought before he drifts away...

Sly and Luke 
Monday November 14th, 2005 3:27:05 PM
Sly keep his word, he stays with the people until they all fall asleep. By this time Sly is getting tired. Luke comes over to him, lays down beside Sly side. They both drift off to sleep...

Must Give Us Pause (DM/Al) 
Monday November 14th, 2005 3:37:27 PM
Savin entertains the wounded. Those passing through the hallway stop and watch for a while as well. All smile. Some tap their feet to his music.

Peerimus, Jaeden and Sly continue to move among the patients, tending to their needs. Luke finds a small room with two wounded children stretched out on beds. Both bear the distinctive red hair of the Stizein line. One boy has a broken leg. The other boy a head injury. Both are asleep. There are no other children. Perhaps the rest of the children had been sent away earlier. It is difficult to imagine that many children would have survived the shaking of the city unless they were somehow tougher than ordinary children.

Lady Silverhand changes into a red silk dress, a stark contrast to the battered and suffering people around her. As she goes about the business of aiding the wounded, she asks one or two people about Silver Arrows. One or two eye Lady Silverhand suspiciously and tell her that she will find no Silver Arrows here. A few, however, recommend a shop called The Catacombs. It's a special story, they say. Even after the destruction of the city, they say it may still be open for business.

Finally, Savin, Jaeden, and Lady Silverhand ascend to the room upstairs. Sly follows after a few hours, needing less sleep than they. Upstairs, they find Firn'gaer pondering the dark shadow on the lake. Legends of Floating City say that it was once on the Plateau of the Elennaian Kingdom. But years ago it was moved north, lake and all. Grand turtles live in the lake and are often used as ferries by the Turtle Wranglers. But surely a turtle could not be so large. In fact, Firn'gaer's knowledge of the natural world tells him that things that large simply do not exist in fresh water bodies. Size is the realm of the deep sea. Truly a puzzlement.

Finally, all succumb to sleep. Even Peerimus, still at work below, stops to sit, and drifts off into ... dream.

The darkness returns, though faintly, weakly. The sound of water against stone. "Huh? What?" It's that same voice. "Wait. Don't go. Don't leave m ... "

A feeling grows. A feeling of approach. As the approach draws nearer, the sense of each other grows within the dream for the Children of Chaos. The tattoos, stylized fists (Justice ... Righteous Strength) rise into view. They come together, clasping each other in unity. The fists bond, and the universe explodes.

Light and color. The air is full of color, colored air. A riotous carpet of multi-colored flowers stands knee deep below and stretches outward to the visible horizon. Sly, Savin, Peerimus, Firn'gaer, Jaeden, and Selena. All stand within the chaos of color and light.

There is much confusion in the color and light that it is easy to miss the thing that is lacking. Sound. It is so easy to miss the silence, until it is gone. A single note floats on the colored air. High and pure. The sound of a pipe.

Everyone:
First, Roll a d6 for one of the following
1 Dance
2 Sing
3 Weep
4 Laugh
5 Sit in Bliss (Prone)
6 Quake in Fear

Then roll a Will Save vs DC13 or be unable to do anything except the action listed after the number that you rolled.

Savin  d6=1 d20+10=29
Monday November 14th, 2005 3:49:31 PM
Savin foot start tapping and he looks down at it wondering why. He stills his foot and looks around at the colors and the strange silence. He tests his voice and asks, "Is everyone all right?"

He wonders why they can never seem to get a normal night sleep anymore. First dreams and now this. He come to the balls of his feet and readies his staff, distrusting this strange sensation.

Selena  d6=4 d20+4=21
Monday November 14th, 2005 5:31:13 PM
Selena sits up right thinking of the pretty colors that single pipe note floating about on the air and starts laughing, shakes her head and stops not unsure why she was laughing to start with.
Quickly changes from her night clothing and back into the red silk dress, she also slips her daggers into there holsters


Sly and Luke  d6=4 d6=6 d20+7=9 d20+5=12
Monday November 14th, 2005 8:50:50 PM
Sly wakes with a start, He looks aroung but there's something wrong? He cannot hear anything? Then off in the distance there's a musical note, Sly starts laughing, at first he giggles, then it grows into a big fat belly laugh and tries to answer Savin's question, "Hee! Hee! Ha! Ha! Yes Friend Savin, We're alright, even your dancing is funny, He! He! Ha! Ha! Just ask Lady Selene."

But not so funny for Luke, he shakes in fear, "Wimper! Awooo! Wimper! Oh! that weard noise, it hurts my ears, Make it stop! Please! Wimper!" Luke begs and tries to hide behind Sly.

OOC: Sly rolled a 4 - Will save of 9
Luke rolled a 6 - Will save of 12

Firn'gaer  d6=2 d20+11=21 d20+1=11
Monday November 14th, 2005 9:05:22 PM
The gnome ponders the information he recalls. For long hours he thinks pipe in hand. Into the smoke he looks as if he is divining his answers in the light gray swirls of smoke. For a while he does this until finally satisfied he know no more than he can recall settles in for a few hours of rest.

The dream comes?!

The light comes and goes and as Savin starts to tap his toes and Selena giggles, Firn'gaer starts to hum a tune. At first it's a hum but very quickly it becomes a low song with pitch that rises until he goes into a chorus line...then stops. "What the hell was that!" He says stoping himself and looking about at the others.


Jaeden  d6=1 d20+4=20 d20+8=10
Monday November 14th, 2005 11:17:32 PM
The pipe note floats in on the colored air, high and pure. Savin bursts into a few steps of a dance and Jaeden feels the urge to do the same[1].

But the warrior was expecting the dreams...

He shakes his head clear [will save = 20] and does his best to scan the confusing array of color [spot 10].

Peerimus and Yorrick  d6=3 d20+14=29
Tuesday November 15th, 2005 9:20:07 AM
Peerimus moves from patient to patient doing what he can through the longing hours of the night. At least it seems to be helping, most are resting more comfortably then before. Yorrick sleeps deeply in the corner and the druid moves to his friend and sits down For just a moment then Sleep takes him quickly and the dreams come again. A small part of his mind rebels, remembering the men he was watching over. The dream is broken and again he tries to place the voice, nothing. Color explodes about him or rather flashes for thier is no accompanying sound. A mulitude of color swrils by and envelops him. The druid moves his head side to side, his hands slowly moving as if of thier own accord and then a single note of song reaches through the sea of chaos. Pure and infinitely sad and that note touches his heart with the sense of more profound loss then Peerimus has ever known.

Peerimus drops straight down onto his knees and weeps. For the loss of god he weeps. For the loss of Mother and Father he weeps and then merely because he can now. He senses those around him [Will 29], but chooses instead to lose himself more completely in that note of sorrow.



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