Dragonhawk: Before we start, you need to roll fort saves for Vari until he beats 12
Dragonhawk: the objective is to see how many rolls it takes
Vari: « 1d20+3 = 9 + 3 = 12 » Fortitude
Vari: ((Want me to keep going?))
Jessaila has connected.
Dragonhawk: nope, that does it
Dragonhawk: Vari also takes no more poison damage, and will be fully healed from the poison after a good night’s sleep.
Dragonhawk: Jessaila likewise shrugged off the poison while hiking back out of bandit territory, so everyone’s good as far as that goes.
Isabis: “…so I won’t have to spend all my downtime brewing antidotes, which is nice.”
- Vari gives Isabis a messy lick/kiss in thanks
- Isabis laughs and pats Vari
- Malaina gives Isabis a hug in thanks, “Hope you don’t mind that I don’t kiss you, but thank you so much!”
Isabis: “You know, I keep forgetting how young you are…only a halfling, really.”
Malaina: “Heh, that is he, I’m older then him.”
Isabis: “Aye, and he has a longer childhood – er, such as it is – to live out.”
Malaina: “Yes, I try to make sure he does right.”
- Isabis nods
Isabis: "Our group really should keep him in mind though, and try to do a better job of keeping the kid out of the middle of battles.
Malaina: “Heh, good luck, when he sees a fight, he thinks he has to be in the middle of it. But we are going to work on that, aren’t we Vari?!”
- Vari pouts…it looks funny on his face
Seiankornai: “Yes, he has much to learn in the ways of combat.”
Grok has connected.
- Vari feels like he getting picked on, poor Vari
- Malaina giggles and hugs his leg
Isabis: “Don’t feel bad, Vari. Everyone has their times when they have to retreat or hold their fire or whatever, so they can fight more effectively another day.”
Isabis: “Even when it’s not really battle, we do. Sometimes.”
Malaina: “She’s right Vari, I want you safe and alive for as long as possible.”
Isabis: “You’re not grown yet, so right now you have a lot of those times – but if you live to grow up, you’ll be able to do much better.”
- Grok lopes over to Jessaila with Seiankornai following behind
- Jessaila looks up at the ogre.
Dragonhawk: ((welcome – free-forming while we wait for the rest of the players))
Grok: Speaking to Jessaila “É erro un trazo Elf natural, ou é un elfo Norna débil?”
Seiankornai: “He wishes to ask you a question.”
Malaina: ((Still waiting to hear from Bandit))
Seiankornai: “He asks, ‘Is deceit a natural elf trait, or is Norn a weak elf?’”
- Dragonhawk snorts
- Vari pouts as he lays in front of Isabis, “I’m big…”
- Isabis snorts ((also))
- Jessaila pauses to consider Grok’s question.
Isabis: “I don’t know about deciet. I have noticed that an awful lot of elves are prone to, shall we say, excessively technical formulations of the truth.”
Jessaila: “I have met elves who were deceitful, and elves who were honest beyond any expectation of honesty.”
Isabis: “Not always when prevaricating either. Never met anyone like an elf for being pedantic.”
- Seiankornai translates for Jessaila, as well as Isabis
- Isabis nods at Jessaila
- Malaina snorts a bit, rubbing at Vari’s snout
Jessaila: “Norn is not the best elf I have met, nor is she the worst.”
Grok: “Debo esperar elfos mentindo entón?”
Jessaila: “…not even close to the worst.”
Isabis: "I think the gaunt elves have a local monopoly on “worst” here."
- Jessaila looks at Isabis.
Seiankornai: “He asks if he should expect elves to lie to him.”
Isabis: “By ‘here’ I mean ‘the thousand-river valley and surrounding environs’ – I don’t know if there are gaunt elves other places.”
- Jessaila looks at Grok. “Would you trust the word of an elf as to whether or not elves are trustworthy?”
Isabis: “Grok, don’t be silly. You can’t tell whether anyone is honest by what species they are.”
Isabis: “I mean, look at you. You’re an ogre, and you’ve hardly lied at all since I’ve met you.”
Jessaila: “It is an elven saying – humans have adopted it – ‘trust but verify.’”
Grok: “Un ogro que está ao seu clan é un ogro, feble deshonrada”
Seiankornai: “He says that an ogre’s clan considers him weak and dishonorable if he lies.”
Isabis: “Huh. That doesn’t match up very well with what I’ve read of ogre dealings in the GronVer, but then, I’ve never dealt with them before myself, so I guess I can’t prove the objection.”
You are walking along the road towards habitation, talking as you go.
Dragonhawk: ((are you still towing three captives?))
Thurirl has connected.
- Vari happily having Mala ride in her saddle on his back
Thurirl: ((sorry I’m late))
Malaina: ((No problem))
Seiankornai: ((only a little, and you’re not the last ))
You whisper to Thurirl: I was just saying: You are walking along the road towards habitation, talking as you go.
Dragonhawk: ((we’re having a little RP while we wait for the latecomers, discussing elves and racism at the moment))
- Thurirl walks behind most of the others, deep in thought.
Jessaila: “My advice to you, Grok, is to always evaluate the words of another for truth, whether they be elf, human, ogre, or goblin.”
Dragonhawk: ((so the captives: when you went into VenVellesin’s house, you left three bandits trussed up on horseback outside…still got ‘em?))
Malaina: "I wouldn’t trust a word that comes out of a goblins mouth. The only good thing that comes out of their mouths are the screams as they die."
- Seiankornai translates for Jessaila, though adding that he doesn’t have to worry about drakes. They’re always honest and blunt.
Grok: “Grok drake gusta”
Seiankornai: ((I do beleive we’d still have the bandits))
- Seiankornai replies in Woanish “And you’re probably among the first ogres that drakes could like.”
- BanditMage grumbles around his gag, incomprehensibly of course
- Jessaila turns to Malaina. “I knew one that told the truth – and not even under duress. It was an unpleasant truth, though.”
- Malaina snorts and looks away, having absolutely no love for goblins whatsoever
Isabis: “I suppose there /might/ be goblins /somewhere/ that aren’t evil, though. All the ones we know serve the crone, more or less.”
- Jessaila lapses into silence.
Thurirl: “It is likely inevitable. Only a truly passive race would submit to long enslavement without complaint.”
Seiankornai: “Goblins came when you humans did. I’ve never seen nor heard of them before.”
Seiankornai: ((I’m => we drakes))
Isabis: “Eh. We were trying to escape them and their mistress, and they chased us. It’s a terrible misfortune that they were able to settle in and take hold in this world too.”
Grok: ((called Isaac, said he had it backwords.))
Isabis: ((backwards? as in, which game takes weeks off and which is every week?))
Jamshid par-Bahadur has connected.
Thurirl: “Not an intended result, I’m sure. When one plans to escape, it is unlikely one would take into account the chaotic nature of life.”
You whisper to Jamshid par-Bahadur: You are walking along the road towards habitation, talking as you go.
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((my apologies, I forgot the time))
Thurirl: “Besides, if the crone as wicked and cruel as the legends say, she would not easily surrender a major part of her labor force. It would set back her construction plans far too much.”
You whisper to Jamshid par-Bahadur: The current topic is an offshoot of the question ‘are all elves liars,’ and now we’re considering the nature of goblins
- Jessaila stirs uneasily.
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “The intelligence of the goblins themselves should not be underestimated — I have known them to be cunning and capable foes”
Isabis: “Hah. We humans were the labor force. Anyhow, it’s been what…67 years since the last time she got through so much as a messenger?”
Isabis: “And over 200 years overall, and she’s /still/ trying to either come out and take us or haul us back in.”
- Jessaila shudders.
Jamshid par-Bahadur whispers: whose habitation?
Seiankornai: “And may as well take some others while she’s at it.”
Thurirl: “I rather doubt she would stop at just the humans. Besides the dwarves and their history with her, there are also the other races on our world.”
You whisper to Jamshid par-Bahadur: An excellent question, not entirely answered as yet.
- Malaina doesn’t even want to imagine what she would do with the drakes
You are all walking “away from that awful Norn” in the general direction of North, that being the general direction of the Riddlemasters’ college and the contact on the card she gave you.
Thurirl: “I don’t know how she would use the Rootwalkers though. They might wither without sunlight, especially over months or years of deprivation.”
Jessaila: ((Did we go back to get paid?))
Seiankornai: ((after we went back to collect our pay ))
Malaina: ((Did someone go back and get the payment?))
BanditMage: ((you haven’t done that yet; IC nobody has noticed yet.))
Thurirl: ((sneaks back and steals the payment))
- Jessaila frowns.
BanditMage: ((feel free to roll notice to realize what you did before nightfall.))
Seiankornai: “Eh, the rootwalkers, besides the few Green Erron, would see he as an ally, maybe.”
Jessaila: “Hey, weren’t we supposed to get… paid?”
Malaina: “…..we were suppoed to get the money, weren’t we?”
Seiankornai: “But their treegod, I do not know what it would do with the Crone.”
Thurirl: “…the matter slipped my mind completely.”
Seiankornai: “I flew back and got the payment.”
Jessaila: ((Aw. ))
Seiankornai: ((like I said I did last time ))
Isabis: “Oh. Thanks. …you didn’t try to set fire to her house again, did you?”
Seiankornai: “Of course not.”
- BanditMage laughs himself silly from his position slung across the horse
- Malaina grumbles
- Thurirl sidles up quietly and gives the Bandit a smack on the head.
- Vari swipes his tail awfully close to the banditmages head
Seiankornai: “I’ve no intention to kill her or greatly destroy her property. Her punishment deserves something a bit more creative.”
- Jessaila turns back to the prisoners to see the bandit get smacked.
- Thurirl is very glad he was on the other side and not in the way of Vari.
Isabis: “Speaking of punishments, where shall we drop off these three monsters?”
Malaina: “Whoever deals with getting rid of criminals.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “An excellent question.”
Seiankornai: “That would likely be found in the local town.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((which skill replaces K: Local in this context?))
Isabis: “Well, if we’re heading for the college, we could just take them there. Long ride tied up sidesaddle, but who cares? We’d have to feed them, though.”
Seiankornai: “If we were back at the mountains, it’d be much quicker to deal with them.”
Malaina: “Heh, so very true, no one would know.”
Seiankornai: ((K:local = 1d20+int+number of studies))
Isabis: “Or if we want to give them to central authority, there’s always a minor detail to Caskennoth.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: 23
You are in the foothills, almost due north of Arun, and will have to cross the Morubraid late this evening or tomorrow morning, depending on when you make camp.
- Jamshid par-Bahadur points this out and suggests that we make camp on this side of the t tonight and cross by daylig
Jamshid par-Bahadur: *daylight
You whisper to Jamshid par-Bahadur: You can turn them in to any of the noble clans’ forces, which means in any reasonably large town.
Jamshid par-Bahadur whispers: any towns on our route?
- Jessaila is amenable to that.
Seiankornai: “That is reasonable. Though Vari and I could fly all but Grok over, and he could probably wade easily enough.”
- Malaina agrees
- Grok swims through the river
You whisper to Jamshid par-Bahadur: There are two or three valley settlements on your way if you walk. It also occurs to you that you can take a river boat to Caskennoth, and hike into Arun from there. There are a number of smaller towns on the river also.
Grok: Carrying a rope.
Isabis: ((in the dark?))
Grok: ((if we are still moving.))
Jamshid par-Bahadur whispers: Jamshid doesn’t trust boats and WON’T make that suggestion to the others
Isabis: “Are we in a hurry? I mean, it’s not so close to winter we need to rush just to make it before the passes close.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((going AFK for 10 minutes))
Thurirl: “I must agree. Haste can cost lives just as easily as it saves them.”
Grok: ((Grok will wait then.))
- Jessaila once again takes charge of cooking.
You whisper to Malaina: if you think about it, you may realize there’s another way to get to Caskennoth than hiking the whole way. You can roll k:local or check the map (adventure companion p78) if you care to pursue that.
Seiankornai: “So, who shall take the first watch?”
Grok whispers: Dragonhawk
You whisper to Grok: Yes?
Grok whispers: Grok has a fair chance to fall asleep during his watch, just so you know.
Player “Heh,” is not connected.
You whisper to Grok: Heh, noted.
Isabis: “Nobody who’s recovering from poison!”
Jessaila: “You sure?”
Isabis: “They need a /full/ night’s sleep to recover.”
Thurirl: “I will second watch, so the rest of you can sleep better.”
Isabis: “I’ll stand first watch, if you like.”
- Vari finds a comfy spot to sleep, holding one of his wings up and letting Mala curl up against his side before hiding her behind his wing, laying his head down.
Seiankornai: “I should probably take first watch, and you third.”
Seiankornai: “Otherwise you’d have to wake me when I’m sleeping. You don’t want to do that.”
Isabis: “Very well. Jamshid, Grok, if you take the later watches we’ll only have to stand for two hours each.”
Grok: “Grok take last watch”
Thurirl: ((am I getting a watch or not? just curious))
Malaina: ((You get the all night watch!))
Seiankornai: ((you got the second one))
Isabis: ((I believe you took 2nd))
Jessaila: ((You get the swiss watch.))
You stand your watches, giving Jessaila, Vari, and Mala (who didn’t sleep at all last night) a chance to heal up.
Seiankornai: ((five watches total, so we each can get 8 hours sleep))
BanditMage: ((Grok: give me a will save vs. 15))
- Jessaila pulls her cloak-like blanket over her and falls asleep quickly.
Grok: « 1d20+6 = 15 + 6 = 21 »
Grok was just starting to drift back off to sleep when he suddenly notices that one of the bandits is doing something funny with his hands
Malaina: ((quick, break his hands!))
- Grok goes over and investigates
Grok: ((if I need to, I will))
Jessaila: ((Eat his hands!))
- Bandit has been fraying the ropes near his hands against a rock, and is all of 20% through.
- Grok pummels the bandit
- Bandit babbles at Grok in Melios, for all the good it does
Grok: for « 1d4+8 = 2 + 8 = 10 » damage times 3
Grok: ((subdual, btw))
Seiankornai: ((so 30 damage, so DC 25 damage save))
- Bandit saves for « 1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11 » vs 25
Malaina: ((You lose))
- Bandit falls conveniently unconscious, and only manages to yell once
- Grok growls at the other two bandits
- Jessaila doesn’t even wake up.
- Grok then returns to his rock and sits back down
BanditMage: “Whuff a’ the ‘oise a’ou’ ?”
- BanditMage blinks blearily at Grok’s back, glances at his bruised, sleeping companions…finds nothing newly out of the ordinary and goes back to dozing
- Grok towers over bandit mage and raises his massive fist threateningly
- BanditMage pretends to be already asleep again
- Grok returns again to his rock
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((back))
BanditMage: ((wb. Grok is abusing prisoners while you sleep))
Grok: ((you haven’t missed much. I’ve just been abusing prisoners))
- Seiankornai snorts in his sleep, and rolls on his side, but doesn’t wake
Dawn finds Grok just in time to keep him from drifting off to sleep again, and the light in his eyes keeps him upright until the rest of you begin stirring.
- Grok tells Jamshid to retie the ropes of the one that tried to escape
- Jamshid par-Bahadur goes over and does so
- Isabis dresses, washes her face in the river, and pulls out her map
- Malaina cleans up with her waterflask and waits for Vari to get warm enough to move
Seiankornai: “Oh, an attempted escape?” he inquires of the bandits
- Grok swims the river after breakfast, carrying one end of a rope
Isabis: ((it is not unlike the map on AC pg78, though it has a lot more marked on it.))
- Thurirl gets up without much noise, doing a little meditation and stretching to start the day.
- Vari stretchs his wings and does a big, yawn of a roar, the sun warming him up fast
Vari is happy to discover that once he warms up properly, that annoying stiff + dizzy combination that was troubling him most of yesterday has worn off also. Jessaila is similarly recovered.
- Vari seems to do a little drake type dance now that he doesn’t feel sick anymore, almost hitting the others with his tail
- Isabis ducks
Malaina: “Oh Vari, what have I told you about dancing in public.”
Seiankornai: “Feeling better, Vari?”
Isabis: “Hey, watch the documents! This is an expensive map, you know.”
- Vari finally calms down and nods
Seiankornai: “That he should dance in the air?”
Jessaila: “Looks like he feels better.”
Malaina: “Thats even worse, you haven’t seen his dancing, have you?”
Isabis: “Nothing wrong with dancing in public, but not in a crowd!”
Seiankornai: “No, I haven’t.”
Malaina: “Feel lucky.”
Isabis: “Aw, what’s the matter, Vari? Got two left wings?”
Seiankornai: “Ah, he just needs a teacher then. Sadly, I am not of such skill that I could teach.”
- Vari looks confused
- Isabis rolls up her map and winks at Vari
- Vari still looks confused
- Seiankornai explains to Vari that it’s a varient of a human saying about ability to dance
- Grok holds onto the rope on the other side of the river
Isabis: “So if we’re going to the big city, the easiest way to get there is to follow the river.”
- Vari gives a childish frown because he thinks his dancing is sublime
- Thurirl goes about the perimeter without a word to the others, testing his stealth skills by making sure there isn’t another ambush waiting… or spies of some sort. Who knows what’s out there.
You can see a road along the south/western back from here
Isabis: “But if we’re in a hurry, or worried about flooding (joke) then there’s a two-pass trail that loops west instead of east.”
Jessaila: “Why wouldn’t we take that one?”
BanditMage: ((and by “back” I meant “bank” ))
- Jamshid par-Bahadur votes for the trail
Isabis: “Because the river road is /flat/ and the mountain path is more likely to have bandits.”
Isabis: “Now, if we’re tired and willing to spend coin to save labor, we might even take a boat. We do have considerable goods to carry.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “Yes, but any bandits along the road will be ready for large caravans, plus we aren’t very encumbered here, we can move quite quickly along a mountain trail”
Malaina: “And if need be, me and Vari can fly over head and keep an eye out”
- Thurirl comes back without a word, picking a random spot to stand to see if anyone notices he was gone.
- Isabis eyes the stack of 17 leather breastplates that Grok carried here
Seiankornai: ((do I notice « 1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7 » ))
Jessaila: “Everything okay, Thurirl?”
- Seiankornai is oblivious to Thurirl’s movements
Jessaila: ((Oh, fine, I’ll roll too. ))
Thurirl: “The perimeter does not appear to have been breached by hostiles.”
Isabis: ((« 1d20+10 = 5 + 10 = 15 » do I?))
Jessaila: « 1d20+10 = 10 + 10 = 20 » Notice
BanditMage: ((roll your sneak, Thurirl))
Malaina: ((Are we all rolling?))
BanditMage: ((whoever wants to have a chance of having seen Thurirl coming or going))
Seiankornai: ((just a minor roll, to notice Thurirl sneaking around ))
- Malaina punchs Thurirls shoulder for sneaking up on her again
Thurirl: ((you really want me to roll Sneak? =P))
Thurirl: « 1d20+11 = 14 + 11 = 25 » Sneak
Isabis: ((heh, nobody saw you this time ))
Isabis: “Well, I guess we can haul this loot up the trail if the big backs don’t mind doing the hauling.”
- Vari is up for carrying stuffs
- Thurirl endevors to be a little noisier in the future, to avoid startling his allies into attacking.
Seiankornai: “Eh, I guess. And I won’t even charge an exorbitant amount for it.”
Isabis: “We should stop off in Caskanneth, though. It’ll be the best place to sell most of it, and we can go shopping, spend the night in a good inn – just for a change from sleeping on the ground.”
Seiankornai: “Why are you always so sneaky, Thurirl?”
Malaina: “Because he is Thurirl, that is all you need to know!”
- Isabis laughs
Thurirl: “Thurirl ar Sjachi.”
Thurirl: “The very rough translation into your tongue sounds something like ‘friend of shadows’. To be honest, I think it loses much of its meaning.”
Malaina: “I say we make it our side mission to sneak up on you, Thurirl.”
Thurirl: “You are welcome to try. Even teachers can learn from their students and colleages.”
- Malaina gives him a look
Thurirl: “Have I said something wrong?”
Jessaila: “Oh, just made a dare.”
Thurirl: “Ah. A dare. I remember when my peers would try the same with me.”
Seiankornai: “We shall see if it can be done. But later. For now let’s get to that town. There’s a keg of rum somewhere in there with my name on it.”
Thurirl: “They stopped after I started winning, even with near-impossible conditions.”
Isabis: “We’re not flying Seian. The closest town that will have drakish rum available is a two-day hike.”
- Isabis sighs
- Malaina looks on ahead, sitting comfortably on Vari’s saddle
Isabis: "I guess we better get at it. I’ll just keep reminding myself, ‘tomorrow is downhill’ "
Jessaila: “Drakish rum is actually pretty good.”
Thurirl: “An admirable philosophy. Though its opposite, to see every day as an uphill climb, has its own rewards.”
Malaina: “I don’t know if Vari is old enough for alcohal.”
Jessaila: “I’ve always favored it, myself, though I was forced to drink a lot of elven glueberry wine when I was… with them.”
Seiankornai: “The dwarves don’t see it that way, but they have strange tastes. I don’t particularly care for their stuff either.”
Isabis: “I wouldn’t know. I swore off all rum forever after my dormmate got sick on it and failed her semester practicals.”
- Vari whines cause he wants to try rum now
Jessaila: ((Oh dear. ))
Seiankornai: “Oh, he should be fine. Even near hatchling drakes can drink it. Much like how your young can eat chocolate, while for us it’s sickening.”
- Malaina still looks unsure, like a mother thinking over what a child is whining for
- Thurirl says nothing, having no strong opinions on the matter of strong drink.
The new game of ‘sneak up on Thurirl’ keeps you occupied all the way up the mountain. You camp uneventfully just short of the pass, and move on to hiking downhill for the third day of your walk.
The end of a long day brings you to a sleepy valley town, apparently the trade center for the terraced farms that fill the rest of the valley.
- Grok wonders what his companions are doing hiding behind things
- Jessaila seems to be happier in the forest, and occasionally ranges off the road with an oddly warped stick in hand, returning later with food.
- Thurirl finds the game amusing, though he does actually lose at least once or twice.
- Malaina is flying around with Vari
The town boasts a drake-accessible inn, complete with rooftop landing zone on the drake wing, a tavern or resteraunt that is /not/ the inn, and assorted tradesmens’ shops.
Jessaila: “Well, let’s get rid of these smelly idiots.”
In all, it’s not the big city, but it beats the sunlight out of any place you’ve been in the last month or two.
- Malaina cheers he can go into the inn with Mala
- Vari cheers he can go into the inn with Mala
- Grok looks for a place to deposit his stack of leather armor
BanditMage: ((do you all want to divide up the loot now, or wait until you hit a larger market?))
Jessaila: ((No opinion.))
Grok: ((how large is this market?))
Grok: ((and how far away is the larger market?))
You are pleased to note that there is also a chapter-house bearing the shield of the Order of the Swift Arrow and a sherrif’s star on it’s sign board
Dragonhawk: ((the capital of the region is on your way, about 4 days hike yet from here))
- Jessaila leads the horses with the bandits still on them to that place.
Dragonhawk: ((you can sell anything you want there; you WILL find a buyer in Caskenneth))
- Malaina finally consents to let Vari try a little rum
Jamshid par-Bahadur: 7
Dragonhawk: ((what did you just fail to do, Jamshid?))
- Jamshid par-Bahadur wonders what prices we will get at this market relative to others in the area (Haggle)
Jamshid par-Bahadur: …and doesn’t seem to remember much about prices in this area
Dragonhawk: ((you estimate that you will have an easier time getting fair prices in the city, and have more options if a certain shop won’t give you a fair price))
- Jessaila speaks with the sherrif.
- Seiankornai orders a bowl of rum for him and Vari
Seiankornai: (a bowl each)
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((Grok shot the sherriff…))
- Vari waits eagerly
- Malaina sits between them, arms folded
Grok: ((No I didn’t. I threw a rock at him. Winged the deputy too.))
- Seiankornai asks Grok if his kind gets drunk like humans and elves do, or if he can injest strong drink just fine
Grok: woanish “Grok never drunk. He just sometimes can’t remember night before.”
- SirHomer greets Jessaila and examines the bandits, then a book of outstanding warrants
- Grok peeks in the kitchen, trying to catch a glimpse of the cook.
- Thurirl decides to amuse himself by wandering around town and not attracting attention.
- Jessaila speaks with Sir Homer.
- Jessaila makes sure to point out the mage in the group.
Seiankornai: ((/me votes Thurirl attracts teh attentions of a stray cat that won’t leave him be while he’s in town))
SirHomer: “Hmm. Nobody looks familiar. You pick up these three all by your lonesome, lady?”
Jessaila: “No sir. They ambushed my travelling party one evening. We had an extended fight and these were the survivors.”
Thurirl: ((roll to avoid stray cat? =P))
SirHomer: “Hmm. Not sunchasers, then?”
Jessaila: “We are, of a sort. Yes sir.”
Thurirl hides so well that the local priest of Avva walks right into him.
SirHomer: “Oh? New to the trade, are you?”
Jessaila: “Yes sir.”
Avvist: “Oh dear! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there at all! Pardon me, pardon me.”
- Seiankornai follows Grok, best to be nearby to explain that he’s a non-hostile ogre, and to translate
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “Chased it fore some years myself … still haven’t caught it yet”
- Malaina gets some good food
Jessaila: “We were working for Norn VinVellissin.”
- Jessaila watches for a response.
- SirHomer looks confused
- Grok leaves disappointted if he doesn’t find a pech cooking in back
SirHomer: “So you’re travelers’ guards, not sunchasers, then?”
- Jessaila blinks.
Grok finds /two/ pechs in the kitchen, a man and wife.
- Thurirl apologizes to the priest and continues his walk-about.
Jessaila: “…no, we’re sunchasers. We were working for Norn.”
- SirHomer seems to feel that the sunchaser/not sunchaser distinction matters.
- Grok pulls out a book with pech recipes and quickly falls into conversation about food with them.
Seiankornai: “Ah, I guess I won’t bee needed for translation. This is a rare friendly ogre, his name is Grok.” me says to the pechs
SirHomer: “Ah. Well, OK then, if you’re sunchasers then you qualify for the sunchasers’ service bounty even though they don’t have outstanding warrants.”
- SirHomer counts out 90 silver
SirHomer: “Be sure to divide it up fair, now.”
- Malaina finds it so cute Vari is enjoying himself
Jessaila: “Absolutely, sir.”
Jessaila: “Do you need me to make any written statements as to the events of their capture?”
- Seiankornai returns to his drinking bowl, and advises Vari not drink his so fast.
Jessaila: “I am willing to do so, if it would be of service in their trial.”
PechBaker: (woanish) “Eek! An ogre!”
- Seiankornai shouts “Friendly ogre!”
- Vari looks ready to guzzle it down, but a smack on his leg from Mala causes him to calm down and take a sip
PechChef: “Quick! We’ll run to the…what? Friendly to who? And what are you doing in the kitchen?!?”
Grok: woanish "Pech make good food?
- Seiankornai laps up the rum in his bowl
- Seiankornai shouts “First ogre sunchaser.”
SirHomer: “Aye, there’s a form… you write good Melios?”
- Vari coughs a bit
Grok: Woanish “You know lamb al le batica?”
Jessaila: “It’s my native language, sir. I think I can manage it.”
PechShef: “Er, well…I like to think so. Yes, I know lamb al le batica. Don’t have any lamb here, though.”
- Vari slowly laps at the rum, trying to get use the taste and burning sensation
PechShef: “You take goat al le batica?”
Jessaila: ((It’s also ‘chef’.))
SirHomer: “Not everyone writes… just put your statement here and sign at the bottom.”
- SirHomer hands Jessaila the form
Thurirl: ((not everyone spells with a “c” y’know XD))
PechChef: ((…one typo ))
- Grok pages through his book, looking for a goat picture that is his way of telling recipies apart.
Thurirl: ((awww, I liked it))
- PechChef stands on tiptoe to see over the edge of the book
Grok whispers: this is a book of recipies written by my pech friend. Any good recipies Grok finds, he has them written in here, with an animal picture so he knows what it is.
- Jessaila writes out a detailed account of the party composition, Norn’s mission, the ambush and it’s causes, and details of the treatment of the captives, then gives her forwarding address in case the court requires further details.
- Grok shows the pech his book, written in Woanish
- Jessaila is extremely thorough.
- Isabis gets all the party’s gear stowed in the back of the girls’ room (as the one with the most free space) and “guards” the loot over a sumptuous, if slightly ogre-delayed, dinner
- PechChef points to a picture of a goat
PechChef: “Oh, I can make that! Rotisserie goat with root vegetables.”
Grok: Woanish “Grok love Rotisserie goat!”
PechChef: “Excellent. I shall prepare it at once. Just, ah, wait in the dining room please.”
- Jamshid par-Bahadur heads over to the tavern and begins spreading the word about Norn’s business practices to anyone who will listen, focusing on those who seem particularly likely to spread rumours
Grok: Woanish “Thank you.”
Seiankornai: “Getting to work already, Jamshid?”
- PechChef switches to Melios and yells to his boss at the bar, “I’m changing the supper menu to feed the ogre and those drakes that checked in! It’s rotisserie goat and root veggy skewers.”
Seiankornai: “Ah, goat, delicious.”
PechChef: ((« 1d100 = 54 » askin gthe dice – Are there any experienced sunchasers in town?))
- Vari wishs they had cow
- Thurirl feels a bit hungry and tries to sniff out the best place to eat.
Jamshid gives the local gossips something to talk about for the week.
Thurirl ends up joining Jamshid, since the cook in the dedicated eatery has more to work with, even if he’s not a pech.
Dragonhawk: ((at least, Thurirl eats at the same place ))
Thurirl: ((works for me))
- SirHomer takes Jessaila’s statement and reads it over.
SirHomer: “Huh. You say a wisewolf set them on you? Never heard that one before.”
SirHomer: “…Estolin? One of the house is travelling with you?”
Jessaila: “That would likely be heresay evidence in court, sir, and I cannot verify it’s absolute veracity.”
Jessaila: “And yes.”
- SirHomer puts down the statement and pulls out a scroll, scanning quickly down the columns
- Seiankornai teaches Vari a drakish drinking song
Jessaila: “Is that something of particular interest, sir? I am not a native of this area, and unfamiliar with the peculiarities.”
- Vari sings along with Seian
SirHomer: “Isabis, Isabis… Ah, here we go. Daughter of Scholar Halwell of the house, known to be pursuing sunchasing. Huh.”
SirHomer: “Her…let’s see…her uncle, it would be. He’s the patron and leader of our order.”
- Grok sings along as well, terribly off key
SirHomer: “I was checking to see if she was a member, but it says here she’s working independent.”
Jessaila: “Ah. A most illustrious and well-connected person, then.”
SirHomer: “Well, yes. This generation we have the kingship you know,” he adds with pride.
Jessaila: “Ah; I didn’t know that, but I shall make an effort to remember, sir. As I said, I’m not from this area.”
SirHomer: “No offense taken, Miss.”
SirHomer: “I would take it kindly if you would greet Miss Estolin for me, and rest assured we’ll take very good care of these ruffians.”
Jessaila: “I will do so, of course sir.”
- SirHomer calls his squire and a junior knight to come take away the prisoners
SirHomer: “I wish you a very good evening, then.”
- Jessaila rises, gives the formal elven half-bow, and heads out.
Isabis: ((by the way, I propose that any silver that would produce rounding errors in party shares be given to Vari))
Jessaila: ((Very well.))
Isabis: ((for his cow fund ))
Seiankornai: ((fine with me))
Jessaila: ((Incidentally, Jessaila is going to hold on to the silver until all of them are together and Not Inebriated In Any Way. ))
SirHomer: ((Fair enough.))
Seiankornai: ((so where is everyone currently? Seian, Grok, Mala and Vari are at the inn; Jamshid and Thurirl are at the restaurant; Jess is at the sherif’s; where’s Isabis?))
Grok: ((But how are we supposed to spend it on mass quanities of alcohol?))
SirHomer: ((I’ll let those of you who are buying food and drink roll it into your upcoming downtime losses))
SirHomer: ((unless you go really overboard, of course))
- Isabis is in the inn, writing in her journal and guarding the loot
Jessaila: ((That’s why you go out the next day to have another drinking binge, Grok.))
- Jessaila returns to the inn.
- Isabis sings an odd-sounding song in Kamil
- Jessaila enters the “girl’s room” and finds Isabis.
Seiankornai: “Enjoying your first rum, Vari?”
- Isabis breaks off, looking embarassed
- Seiankornai lips a few drips from his maw
- Vari almost done with his bowl
- Jessaila glances at Isabis and whistles the rest of the stanza.
Jessaila: “Hey, you actually know the words for that.”
- Thurirl enjoys a small meal with a pleasant drink, then later heads for the inn to catch up on sleep.
- Isabis drops her jaw in absolute shock
Thurirl: ((and for some reason, “Pop Goes the Weasel” appears in my head))
Isabis: “You’ve HEARD that tune before? WHERE???”
- Grok looks around, hoping for a barfight to cap the night
Isabis: ((think more like ancient hymnody,actually))
- Jessaila takes a short breath. “Um. I heard it when I was… when I was with the gaunt elves?”
- Seiankornai could tell Grok that a barfight is unlikely in a place like this, if he knew that that’s waht Grok was looking around for
Isabis: “Oh. …no wonder you don’t know the words.”
Jessaila: “No, I’ve never heard the words.”
Jessaila: “But I liked the tune.”
Isabis: “The /gaunt elves/. I can’t decide if that’s great or horrifying.”
- SirHomer comes into the inn and calls for a beer. Now there’s someone in the dining room who’s not a member of your party!
- Seiankornai asks Grok how many other ogres he knows of that share his outlook
- Jessaila sits down on one of the beds and looks distracted. “Sometimes both.”
Seiankornai: “Hello sir, pay not much mind to the ogre, he’s friendly.”
Isabis: “Eh? Er. What I meant was, ah… it’s an old hymn. If the gaunt elves know it, then that’s evidence in favor of a pre-cataclysm provenance. But…gaunt elves. Not the best reference on relgious matters.”
SirHomer: “One Grok, I presume.”
Grok: W “Some ogres, someday. Not many right now. Most under influence of Crone.”
- Grok looks downcast
Jessaila: “Well. I didn’t hear it from them – I heard it when I was with them.”
Jessaila: “Sheet music. No words.”
SirHomer: “Traveling with a certain Isabis Estolin of the house, and the elf Jessaila, who was at my sherrif’s lockup not an hour hence.”
Grok: W “Grok change that.” Grok brightens at the thought.
Seiankornai: W “Well, the ogres that came with the Crone, yes, but the ones in the desert serve their own gods, or whatever they are. Not pleasant such that I hear, though.”
Seiankornai: “Yes, this is Grok, I take it Jessaila visited you to drop off those Bandits?”
You whisper to Jamshid par-Bahadur: Bah, I can’t remember the word I need… the name for the large-print “hymnal” from when they used just one, hand-copied, for the whole choir. Do you recall it?
Isabis: “Aah. I learned it from sheet music myself. My copy had words though. Heh, large words.”
- Isabis looks sad
Isabis: “It was an amazing find. I keep it in a high-security deposit box so nobody will damage it.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur whispers: we can’t remember either (which is bad since we have a page from one)
- Jessaila appears skeptical. “That amazing?”
You whisper to Jamshid par-Bahadur: Heh, oh well. Guess it’s just too late for vocabulary checks
Isabis: “The only piece of parchment in the entire ruin that hadn’t been burned!”
Jessaila: “You’d probably have loved to see my… see Logair’s collection.”
Isabis: “Pre-cataclysm, though only just, we think. The scholar’s theory was that the fighting that led to the burning was related to the cause of the cataclysm itself.”
Isabis: “Heh, I probably would, if I didn’t have to see the gaunt elf with it.”
Jessaila: “You won’t have to see HIM ever again. Not in this lifetime.”
- Jessaila finally injects a bit of fire and venom in her voice.
Isabis: “Oh? Was his collection lost at the same time, or scattered among the rest of the gaunt, or is it actually still there to see somewhere?”
- Isabis carefully does not ask “why” she won’t see him.
Jessaila: “I’m… not sure. I was not so interested in his collection as much as I was interested in getting away from…”
- Jessaila gulps.
Jessaila: “…the Knight.”
Isabis: “I understand, I…wait…the Knight? What knight?”
Jessaila: “One of the Ninety-Nine.”
Jessaila: “I don’t know which one.”
Isabis: “You actually /saw/ one of the 99? Dare I hope he and the guant did each other in while you escaped?”
Jessaila: “I saw one as clearly as I could… bowing on the floor. Logair worked for him.”
Jessaila: “Maybe I need to tell you the entire story.”
Isabis: "…worked…for the…even a /gaunt/…
- Isabis is approachign speechless
- Seiankornai teaches Grok the words to the song in Vidoss
Jessaila: “Yes, you need to hear the story.”
- Isabis listens to a story ((insert side log here))
Isabis listens to a story.
Jessaila “I grew up in the GronVer, you know – my parents were human. Found me alone in an empty boat and adopted me – they figured I was under two elven years old, then, or a year by human standards.”
Jessaila “I got married when I was thirty-four. That’s also pretty young for an elf. You probably know how our lifespans work.”
Jessaila smiles. “His name was Ardun – my neighbor. Younger than me – only twenty. We had a son named Osin.”
Isabis “Human fellow?”
Jessaila “All the girls thought Ardun was hideously ugly – they called him the Beast. They couldn’t imagine why I’d dare to speak with him, let alone marry him.”
Isabis “Mm. Shortsighted types, I percieve.”
Jessaila just nods.
Jessaila “Osin – our son – took after his father. I didn’t care – he was my boy.”
Jessaila “Then Logair showed up.”
Jessaila “Gaunt elf. He was nice in a very creepy sort of way. He was travelling through the area.”
Jessaila “Coming back from one of his Acquisition Trips.”
Jessaila “I attracted his attention. He talked to me about the glories of the ancient Elven Empire and how he hoped to help restore it. Offered to teach me everything he knew about elven culture, if I’d go with him.”
Isabis rubs the goosebumps on her arms.
Jessaila “I was interested, of course – I’ve always been interested in elven culture. But he treated Ardun like he was a… some sort of unintelligent animal. And the look he had when he saw Osin… I declined.”
Jessaila “Ardun didn’t think we’d see the end of it. So he got a boat and insisted that we run somewhere to hide. He was a scout in the GronVer – knew all the places.”
Jessaila “I thought he was being a bit silly, but I went along with it.”
Jessaila “I thought he was being a bit silly right until Logair murdered him.”
Jessaila seems remarkably calm telling this story.
Jessaila looks at Isabis to gauge her reaction.
Isabis looks rather pale
Isabis “You must have been beside yourself.”
Jessaila “I didn’t have time for it.”
Jessaila “Logair took Osin from my hands and demanded that I join him – or my son would pay for my resistance. I couldn’t say no, though I knew it was only a matter of time before… the inevitable.”
Isabis “I can’t even imagine.”
Jessaila “It’s best that you cannot.”
Jessaila “I went with Logair back to where he lived. The High Tombs.”
Jessaila sighs. “I must admit, I was rather surprised by how well he treated me. He taught me to speak, read, and write Kamil, and not just the modern kind – he collected pre-cataclysm items and kept them in a secret vault beneath the house. I learned to read Kamil on those documents.”
Jessaila ((That’s where I had that we ended.))
Isabis ((my log agrees))
Isabis “Wow. Talk about good source material. I’d practically be jealous if it wasn’t for the whole… evil, kidnapping, murder, and worse, part.”
Jessaila “That’s where I saw the sheet music for that song you were singing.”
Isabis “Hm. Music only, with no words on it? It must have been an instrumental part.”
Jessaila “Yes, music only.”
Jessaila “I’ve actually invented a bit of words to go with it.”
Isabis “Heh, really? What are your words about?”
Jessaila looks embarrased. “It’s about a kingdom of… ducks.”
Isabis “Sounds like it was written for getting your mind off serious things.”
Isabis tries to imagine a song about a duck kingdom set to that music and ends up looking a little crosseyed
Jessaila notices the look. “You have to think in terms of Kamil poetry – it’s supposed to be a rhymed puzzle.”
Jessaila shrugs. “But I was telling the entire story.”
Jessaila “Logair taught me quite a lot; and in more ways than one, I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for what I learned from him.”
Jessaila “I don’t really know how to say this, but… I find it hard to hate him. What he did to me, yes… but…”
Isabis “I don’t understand it, but…bitterness eats the soul. It’s just as well not to be hateful, right?”
Jessaila “His mother, though. I hate her.”
Jessaila “Logair gave Osin to her – he didn’t wish to leave him as a hostage in the same house I was imprisoned in.”
Isabis "Oooh. Did they let you see him at all?
Jessaila “Not many of the gaunt elves liked having a half-human around.”
Jessaila “Or rather, tolerated.”
Isabis “That…strikes me as an understatement, even yet.”
Jessaila “Logair’s mother was one of the leaders of the gaunt elves, and she didn’t want to deal with Osin.”
Jessaila “So when he got sick, she just let him go.”
Isabis “Let…him go where?”
Jessaila “She let him die because she couldn’t be bothered.”
Jessaila “Logair was actually quite furious – and he was terrified of telling me. Took two years before he worked up the courage.”
Isabis “…and then he told you your /son/ had been dead for /two years/ ?”
Isabis “…/did/ you kill him?”
Jessaila looks away. “Eventually.”
Jessaila pauses for a few moments then looks back at Isabis. “I knew before he told me. It’s just one of those things that… I could tell when it happened from the way they treated me.”
Isabis “That must have been the worst part.”
Jessaila “I always hoped I’d guessed wrong.”
Isabis “Suspecting, but never sure…”
Jessaila “I played the good little elf girl. Learned Kamil, learned everything Logair could teach me about elvish history and culture – or rather, what he knew of it…”
Isabis “From what I can tell, the gaunt have an intersting, ah, twist on things even aside from the plain unavoidable gaps.”
Jessaila “Logair tried to teach me about how great the elves once were, and how great he hoped to restore us… them… us.”
Isabis “And how /did/ he hope to restore…things?”
Jessaila “He had a sort of mental energy most elves lack. He was almost human in the scope of his ambitions, but he was planning for centuries.”
Isabis “That, at least, I can believe was a common trait once.”
Jessaila “He planned to restore things through a deal with the Crone.”
Isabis “He thought the crone was going to make something?”
Isabis “…well, I guess he studied the wrong history to know how ridiculous that sounds, but yikes.”
Jessaila “He expected the Crone to double-cross him, actually. He was planning on it.”
Isabis “Ah. Well at least he wasn’t being…well, not completely stupid then.”
Jessaila “I only learned all this when one of the Knights showed up to talk with him.”
Isabis “That must have been a whole new layer of terrifying.”
Jessaila pauses and breathes deeply for a few moments.
Jessaila “Even after Osin died, I kept on playing the good little elf that Logair wanted me to be.”
Isabis listens patiently
Jessaila “I’m ashamed to say I passed up… quite a lot of opportunities to escape. I didn’t want to be there, but it was so much easier than trying to escape.”
Jessaila finally looks bothered by the story she’s telling.
Jessaila “I was there five years before I learned about Logair’s dealings with the Crone, and if you’d seen me then, you’d probably have presumed that I was just another one of the gaunt elves.”
Isabis looks like she’s going to say something for a moment but reconsiders and just waits for Jessaila to be ready to go on.
Jessaila “Then the Knight came, and Logair told me his plans that night.”
Jessaila “I think he meant to calm me down, but the more he told me, the more terrified I was.”
Jessaila “So when he fell asleep that night, I… strangled him.”
Jessaila “And then I ran.”
Jessaila “I don’t know if the Knight ever chased me, or cared to try, but…”
Isabis “…but you ran, through the High Tombs at night, right after killing a sapient being for the first time. I think I’m impressed that you’re still alive. And sane at all.”
Isabis “I mean, killing is hard, even in self defense. Like, not always at the time but after…and you may be safer in the Tombs area alone than a human would be but still.”
Isabis “Do the gaunt even call it that?”
Jessaila ((Do they?))
Isabis ((honestly not sure. If I was an insane racist who thought the area was going to be the birthplace of the new civilizaion, probably not…but then, if there are actual royal toms or somethign there maybe.))
Isabis ((Let’s go with “yes and no” as in, they call the empty ruins “the High Tombs” but the region something else))
Isabis ((like…looking something up…))
Jessaila “They call the ruins the High Tombs, but the general region is the Erlyn Jute.”
Jessaila ((I made something up faster.))
Jessaila ((We can fix it in post!))
Isabis ((heh, yeah. New ___ where the blank is the name of the dead civilization
Isabis ((BRB must visit the room of resting))
Jessaila “And getting out of the Erlyn Jute wasn’t as bad as it could have been.”
Jessaila “Since I grew up in the Gron’Ver, I wasn’t completely incompetent in the woods.”
Jessaila “I did run into a patrol of gaunt elves, but by then I’d made a spear for defense – that’s how I got this sabre.”
Jessaila pats the sabre she’s still wearing.
Isabis “Spoils of victory, eh?”
Jessaila “Tools of survival. Logair taught me fencing.”
Isabis “Ah. One of the skills of the nobility, verily.”
Isabis ((let the record show the name of the dead civ was “Faer Wernan” ))
Jessaila “In his mind, it was just that.”
Isabis “I don’t suppose he thought much on /why/ the nobility made that one of our prized skills. Most people don’t – even nobles.”
Isabis “Heh, /especially/ nobles.”
Jessaila “Probably not.”
Isabis “So, then you were free, out of gaunt territory, and in possession of a sword and the skills to use it properly.”
Jessaila “But he taught me the sort of tricks that are actually useful in a real fight – none of that silly showmanship stuff I see people trying to do, with all the whirling and twirling.”
Jessaila “Yes. I went back to the GronVer – if nothing else, because it was the only place I knew to go.”
Jessaila “My parents were still there, and they were glad to take me back.”
Isabis “Was there still home there?”
Isabis “Or had it become ‘the place where my parents live’ already?”
Jessaila nods. “I got back about three years ago, now. It was good to be… be in a place where I wasn’t always afraid.”
Jessaila “But both of my parents, being humans, were in poor health by the time I got back. Mama died a year after I got back, and Papa died three months ago. Old age.”
Isabis “Ah. …My mom went about the same time as your dad.”
Jessaila “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Isabis “Thanks. It’s …weird. I took a year off from sunchasing to help dad take care of her in her last illness, and now that it’s over and I’m ‘getting back to my life’ I almost feel guilty that I am.”
Jessaila “I’m not sure how it’s different for humans to morn, but I’ve always known I’ll outlive… everyone.”
Isabis “I’m glad you got back to your parents in time to say goodby to them properly.”
Jessaila “I knew when I married Ardun that someday he’d be dying of old age and I’d still look, well, like I do now.”
Jessaila “And I was glad I got back to my parents in time, too.”
Isabis “…yeah. Well, even humans expect to outlive their parents. You mourn but keep moving. The Avvists say, ’Even as Avva rises each morn no matter how grievous the sins of the night, so also we must move through grief and continue to pursue good.”
Isabis “But the truth is, I’m not as sure about getting to heaven through Avva’s favor as I used to be, so thinking about that kind of scares me too.”
Jessaila looks wide-eyed.
Isabis "The reason the Avvists don’t want me talking about things is ‘cause they think I’ll “damage the faith of the weak” and stuff. Nobody’s helping /me/ find any actual /answer/ though, you know?"
Jessaila nods slowly.
Jessaila “I think I know what you’re talking about.”
Isabis (sounding frustrated) "The servants of Avva are supposed to “welcome the light of Avva’s truth with gladness” – not buty their heads in the sand"
Isabis ((bury, even))
Isabis “How do you know? From those texts you learned to read in?”
Jessaila recites an moderately lengthy Kamil poem.
Jessaila finishes, then looks at Isabis. “Tell me, scholar Isabis, does that poem say what I think it said?”
Isabis “I don’t know what you got out of it, but I think it said that Avva is God’s /servant/ instead of calling him an actual god.”
Isabis “Just in case we missed it the first time.”
Jessaila “Three times, actually, if I’ve solved the riddle of the poem correctly.”
Isabis thinks it over again.
Isabis “What do you make out as the formal answer?”
Jessaila “Precisely what you said. It referred to ‘God’ and ‘Avva’ as separate people.”
Jessaila “…you don’t know how relieved I am that you didn’t automatically presume I made that up.”
Isabis “Mmm. I think…the /formal/ answer has to be a name of God, with Avva as a specifically wrong answer, no? What I wouldn’t give to know how the author would have recorded it…”
Isabis “Um. Would you like to hear the song again?”
Jessaila “Yes please.”
Isabis sings in Kamil (it loses something in translation of course)
Isabis "We praise you God, Creator, and offer gratitude
Isabis "for Avva in his courses, directed there by You
Isabis "We praise you for the heavens, and thank you for the care,
Isabis "In sending mighty Moru to raise her lantern there.
Isabis "We praise you God, creator, and offer up our praise,
Isabis "For Firey mountain glories that glow on dimmest days.
Isabis "We praise you for the oceans, for Sasha’s might tides,
Isabis “For sending us Torrnu’s rains and Rodon’s mountain rise.”
Isabis jumps in startlement, interrupting the song, at the sound of Grok shouting something drunken-sounding below.
Isabis “Er. Ahem. Well, you get the idea.”
Isabis “We don’t even know who some of the people in that song are – but! The masters of the elements, and yet, the song writer thanks God for /directing/ them to help the people below.”
Isabis “And Avva and Moru are both mentioned specifically as being directed and sent by…the Creator. Whatever His name is.”
Isabis gets up, pacing in tension/excitement
Isabis “And the more you look into this in the old scrolls, the more you see it!”
Isabis “Except that people don’t /want/ to see it, but that’s a problem with their eyes not the data! Er, metaphorically their eyes, anyway. I think.”
Jessaila “Logair didn’t want to see it either.”
Isabis “Confidentially, my eyes have been different since the day I stormed out of the temple of Avva…so maybe there IS something wrong with their eyes.”
Jessaila “That poem I recited – I asked him about it. He refused to discuss it and threw the paper in the fire.”
Jessaila “Told me to stop asking idiot questions.”
Jessaila “But I’d memorized it before I asked.”
Isabis “I suppose when you are determined to believe what you want in despite of evidence, it’s easier not to let anyone present evidence to you.”
Isabis “Could you write it down for me? I would be very grateful.”
Jessaila “Yes, I will.”
Jessaila “I didn’t find very much in Logair’s collection to support what I thought it said.”
Isabis “Mmm. I…I think someone was trying to hide it, on purpose, back before the actual cataclysm.”
Jessaila “He had a lot of very old papers, and I never read through them all.”
Jessaila raises an eyebrow.
Isabis “The temple I found the music in, it had been raided and deliberately burned.”
Isabis “You know how the ancient construction is, you can’t just set fire to a wall and burn it all down, it’s all stone.”
Isabis “Someone went through it and started fires. Libraries, offices, pews…I don’t know what there was to burn in the pews, hymnals maybe?”
Isabis “They were stone too, after all.”
Isabis “Some of them must have had a symbol the invaders didn’t like on the ends, though, because every fifth one on the right side had the end pulled off and broken up.”
Jessaila “That sounds like…”
Isabis “Symbols we would recognize today on the ends of the other 9, you know?”
Isabis pauses “Like what?”
Jessaila “Someplace you’ve never been and aren’t likely to be going.”
Jessaila “The place Logair found the parchment that I read.”
Isabis "If it sounds “like” that maybe it’s someplace I /want/ to go. But this place…"
Isabis “Everything burnable in the place was burned, except this one chair.”
Isabis “There was a vestment draped over it, and someone did set the hem of the vestment on fire, but it didn’t catch properly, so it didn’t burn up and light the chair it was over.”
Isabis “And when I lifted it? There was the scroll, underneath, where the choir leader left it after morning services and never put it away because he got distracted by the invasion, as likely as not.”
Isabis “Under his robes. Which didn’t burn, for reason unknowable.”
Isabis “I think this God wants to be remembered, and someone else wants not.”
Jessaila “I’m all at once frightened and curious.”
Jessaila “That sounds like the place we found the parchments. It was a part of the High Tombs. Logair convinced the other gaunt elves to open the place up, and I was with them when they did.”
Isabis “Yeah. Me? TERRIFIED, yet desperate to know.”
Isabis “Wow. You got to be with a first-in team in the High Tombs? OK, now I’m practically jealouse in /spite/ of the evil gaunt elves thing.”
Jessaila “It wasn’t all that I expected.”
Isabis “One big fat mess, I assume?”
Jessaila shakes her head.
Jessaila “There was a big stone someone had placed over the mouth of the tunnel, and it looked like they’d poured water in through the cracks.”
Jessaila “There was another blockage further in, where the ceiling had collapsed.”
Isabis “Huh. Intentionally collapsed, accidental, or water damage?”
Jessaila “I don’t know if there was any way to tell.”
Isabis “Ah. Heh, I don’t suppose guant /would/ be the type to bring a dwarf along to evaluate those things.”
Jessaila “Past the second blockage, we found a dozen bodies in various states of decay. Logair believed they were pre-cataclysm.”
Isabis “We found a lot of skeletons.”
Isabis “I figured us lucky none of them were animate, not matter how much the lead reseracher insisted that that’s soooo rare.”
Jessaila “There wasn’t much that survived – the chamber probably flooded at some point. But there were scrolls sealed in clay pots, and some of them had survived the flooding.”
Jessaila “Most weren’t very interesting, though I didn’t read them all.”
Isabis “Business records and so forth?”
Jessaila “Personal journals.”
Isabis looks like she disagrees, but that’s a scholar for you
Jessaila “The bits that survived seemed to be more gossip than anything else.”
Jessaila “I suppose you can learn something even from that, but Logair was disappointed. He’d expected to find something bigger in the chamber.”
Isabis “I can see how that would be less interesting than things like, oh, a description of the cataclysm or something.”
Isabis “Heh, which is what most of the student researchers think they’re going to find.”
Jessaila “Logair wasn’t looking for anything like that. He was looking for a library.”
Isabis “A specific library, or just the lost literature of his – your people?”
Jessaila “A specific library. He thought that somewhere in the High Tombs was the royal library of Faer Wernan.”
Jessaila “Not one they’d just let anyone walk into, either.”
Isabis “Ah. That…seems unlikely. The royal library /should/ be out in the desert somewhere. But very like them.”
Jessaila “His theory was that part of the library survived the cataclysm and ended up in Faer Wernan. He never explained his justification for that to me, though.”
Isabis “Hm. I have heard that there’s supposed to be a huge library somewhere in the valley, that nobody’s found yet. It’s one of those rumors that the younger researchers don’t take seriously because it’s just too fantastic, but the seniors have seen the references and secretly hope.”
Jessaila “He was arguing to have access to another set of sealed chambers when I… well, killed him and escaped.”
Isabis “Ergh. Did the /Knight/ want to see this stuff?”
Jessaila “I don’t know.”
Jessaila “I don’t think Logair was interested in showing that sort of stuff off, considering that he planned to double-cross the Crone anyway.”
Isabis “Figures. Just as well, if you ask me. The crone is bad enough without involving whatever caused the cataclysm.”
Isabis Outside in the hallway, someone goes by trying to sing through the drunkenness
Jessaila “Logair kept all of his collection in a hidden chamber underneath his house.”
Jessaila “It’s probably all still there – I only knew about it because that’s where he kept me.”
Isabis *Outside voices: “Thisss ha’way is toooooooo small. Wha’sa madder wif it? Itz small.” “Sir, you want the other wing. Come this way please.” “I’m nodda sir, I’mma…I’mma Dred, dred…somethin’.” “Come this way, Dread Master. Watch your step, these stairs are small for you.” “Yeah, dre’ masser.” ROAR trip CRASH
Isabis “We’ll, ah, have to go have a look at it sometime, if we can figure a reasonably non-deadly way into the area.”
Jessaila “Oh dear, that sounded painful.”
Jessaila “If you were an elf, we could probably bluff our way in.”
Isabis “Hmm. Disguises, maybe with a little magic thrown in to hide put the shine on the costume paste as it were?”
Isabis “Something to think about, anyway.”
Jessaila thinks for a few minutes.
Isabis ""…if some drake has managed to get drunk, though, it must be late. They have a wild high tolerance for alcohol."
Jessaila “Now that I know at least one other intelligent person has come to this conclusion about a God/Creator and Avva, I… have to know.”
Isabis “Heh, when I stormed out of the temple, I swore – this was before I left, not very wise or diplomatic, it’s probably a big part of the reason I’m still persona non grata there -”
Isabis " – I said, “I swear to Avva’s master, I will learn his name, and you won’t stop me!”
Isabis “What a thing to tell an Avvist temple master, eh?”
Isabis “Er, temple father.”
Isabis “You know what I mean.”
Jessaila frowns. “If this god really exists and if you think he wants to be remembered as something besides a dead god,,. I hope he’s willing to arrange things to make that happen.”
Isabis “He arranged for one piece of unburnt paper in the midst of a conflagration.”
Isabis “And he arranged for one honest reader in a den of gaunt elves.”
Isabis “Whatever else he is, he’s master of circumstances. Which god have you heard of before that claims that for himself?”
Jessaila shivvers again.
Jessaila “I think that’s among the list of titles the Knight claimed for the Crone.”
Isabis “Mistress of circumstance?”
Jessaila “Among others.”
Isabis “Hah. Hahaha! The Crone can’t even get out of her own hole in…reality. Whatever the underdark is under. Did she master the circumstances of our escape?”
Jessaila “Maybe the Crone is just a dark copycat.”
Isabis “Maybe. A…dark copycat who knows the name we’re denied!”
Isabis “Ooh, that burns me up.”
Isabis “Still…maybe…maybe he’s a little like Thurirl. Maybe he doesn’t throw lightning bolts and shout because he wants people to make the effort of looking.”
Isabis " /Someone/ strengthened my eyes, after I made that oath. I think we’ll find him. I do."
Isabis "When we’ve done our part by “turning towards the light of truth with gladness” then Avva’s master will show himself, and we won’t be blinded anymore."
Isabis is paraphrasing Avvist scriptures there
Jessaila “Yes. Yes… I hope so.”
Jessaila “You know, I’ve always hoped that somehow, my experience with Logair would have been somehow turned for the good.”
Jessaila “I know I wouldn’t be here today – not as I am now – if not for that experience, but…”
Jessaila “If this is true, it puts a whole new spin on things for me.”
Isabis “Yeah. Well, if it’s true, it’s a whole different world for everybody, I guess.”
Isabis “We’ll be walking a long way in it tomorrow, one way or the other, though.”
Jessaila “We will, at that.”
Jessaila comes to a resolution. “Very well. Here’s what I have to say for last, then.”
Jessaila looks up a bit. “Mysterious god, if you’re there and if you’re listening, we want to know your name. If you want to be remembered and known, please tell us. Um… amen?”
Isabis readies her bed.
Isabis “It is SO nice not to be alone on this anymore!”
Jessaila “Does your father know?”
Isabis “Um. He knows and avows himself skeptical. Between you, me, and the woodwork, I think my mother’s recent passing has more to do with that than pure logic.”
Jessaila “I understand.”
Jessaila “Well, bedtime then.”
Jessaila “Good night, Isabis.”
Isabis “Goodnight, Jessaila.”
Isabis Two doors down, Grok is immitating a saw-mill again, but being used to it by now the women fall asleep quickly.
Isabis *END LOG SUPPLIMENT**
Jessaila: ((We’re going to run that conversation on the IRC, for those interested.))
SirHomer: ((things seem to be slowing down. Do you want to divide loot here before we close up for the week?))
SirHomer: ((Or would you like to keep goign in the dining room for a while?))
- Seiankornai turns his attention to the sheirf during a pause in the singing, “So, sherif, anything for Sunchasers areound here?”
Grok: ((Can we run downtime?))
SirHomer: ((I was expecting you to take downtime in the city, but if people want to spend their free time in this town we can run it here.))
SirHomer: ((Actually, if people confirm the downtime-in-the-city plan, we can run it anyway))
Grok: ((can we continue to the city?))
Malaina: ((I am down for that, maybe if Mala has enough, she can get her katana))
Seiankornai: ((let’s see if the sherif has anythign and if not, then continue on to the city))
SirHomer: “Not that I know of. There might be bandits across the passes, of course.”
Seiankornai: “Very well, just a relaxing night for us then, and a bit mroe silver in the inn keeper’s pockets.”
- Jessaila will divide the reward as soon as everyone’s all together, so they can see it’s being done fairly.
Thurirl: ((I dunno what Thurirl would do for downtime… perhaps see how many places he can get in and out without being noticed, and generally contemplating life, the universe and everything…))
Seiankornai: ((coming to 42?))
Jessaila gives you each 12 s (and Vari 6s)
Seiankornai: ((on to the city now?))
From the bandit loot, Isabis produces 98s each, and 5 for Vari
After four more days of hiking the mountains, you are more than ready to spend some of that on soft beds again.
Malaina: ((So each of us get 110s and Vari’s cow fundage is at 11?))
Fortunately for you (but unfortunately for your purses) Caskenneth has more than enough soft beds for all
Seiankornai: ((sounds about right))
Grok: ((poor vari. going to be a small cow))
Dragonhawk: roll for dibs on loot (1d20), Mala and Thurirl are out of the first round due to having last picks previously.
Isabis: « 1d20 = 18 »
Seiankornai: « 1d20 = 2 »
Grok: « 1d20+0 = 2 + 0 = 2 »
- Seiankornai is always impressed when he comes to one of the human cities; it’s so big and there’s so many of them
You whisper to Grok: What’s your lifestyle total?
Grok whispers: 1
Malaina: ((adds Vari’s Cow Fund in OP))
Dragonhawk: ((Seian wins the tied dibs roll with higher lifestyle (seemed the most logical substitute for a mod))
Dragonhawk: ((nobody else wants dibs on the loot?))
Grok: ((What is the loot, anyways?))
Jessaila: « 1d20 = 10 » Though what are we picking from?
Malaina: ((chuckles over what she put*))
Dragonhawk: a single gem worth 100s, a tunic worth 5s, and sized for a human or elf, a pair of surprisingly fine gloves in perfect condition, worth 190s (!) sheet music worth 200s to the correct buyer, a tin of fancy expensive tea, still sealed, labeled “Morning Sunrise” Superior Saber, Quarterstaff
Dragonhawk: 1 scroll labeled “Tinker I”
Malaina: ((Mala wanted to sell the gloves))
- Jamshid par-Bahadur rolls: 1d20 => 11
Grok: ((Since it is just money loot, can we just sell it and split the silver?))
Dragonhawk: 7 Partial leather armor including those taken off the prisoners. (20s each, 340s total), 1 moderate leather armor (50s), 9 empty vials, Three vials of “goblin-willow extract:” Fast-acting Disorienting poison (fort dc12, 2 temp dex impairment, 1 minute incubation; 100s per 3 doses), 6 daggers (15s each, 90s total), 10 short swords (25s each, 200s total), 1 Mage’s pouch, 2 healing potions, 1 mana potion, saddlebags x 3, horses x 3, riding saddle x 2, pack saddle x 1, 1 backpack
Seiankornai: ((yeah, sell it all, before those potions go bad))
Dragonhawk: ((Basically, the loot pick is to determine if it’s money loot or not. Isabis, for example, may take the sheet music instead of selling it. Someone may want the tea. I’m pretty sure seian is keeping the gem unless someone else beats him to it))
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((does the Morning Sunrise give a better stat bonus than ordinary tea does?))
Dragonhawk: ((If everyone passes in a given round, then we sell what’s left))
Malaina: ((Do me and Bandit get to roll?))
Dragonhawk: ((yes, roll))
Dragonhawk: ((The tea also provides a +1 gear bonus to relax checks, in addition to what coffee/tea normally does))
Dragonhawk: ((Or a +1 to impress checks if you serve it to whomever you want to impress ))
Malaina: « 1d20 = 11 »
Thurirl: « 1d20 = 17 »
Jamshid par-Bahadur: (tie-breaker roll vs. Maliana « 1d20 = 14 »)
Dragonhawk: Isabis, Thurirl, Jamshid, Mala, Seian, Grok (skipping Thurirl and Mala in the first round only)
- Isabis takes sheet music
- Jamshid par-Bahadur takes a healing potion
Jessaila: ((I rolled too, I believe?))
Dragonhawk: ((oops. right, you’re next))
- Jessaila will select the remaining healing potion.
Seiankornai: ((I’ll take the gem, sure))
Grok: Grok passes
- Isabis picks the tea
Seiankornai: ((I’ll pass for the rest as well))
Dragonhawk: ((I note the continued presence of a mana potion))
Thurirl: ((I like the look of that Disorienting Poison… I could make use of that in my arrows…))
Thurirl: ((or that =P))
Dragonhawk: ((either way. You can take all 3 vials unless someone objects))
- Jamshid par-Bahadur will pass on the rest
Thurirl: ((Then I will take the poison to keep for when I wish to use it on my arrows. All 3, unless someone objects?))
Dragonhawk: Mala, then
Malaina: ((Hmmm, everything got taken I had my eye on, I’ll pass, any silver I get fromt he split will go to getting her katana))
Jessaila: ((Um, moment.))
- Jessaila will take the mana potion (though I don’t know OOC what it does. ))
Dragonhawk: ((gives you spell points))
Jessaila: (( Works for me then.))
Isabis: I’m ready to pass.
Isabis: Thurirl and Jessaila, last call.
Thurirl: ((I’m not sure what else I’d take…))
Seiankornai: ((does Isabis and Thurirl want some horses for extra speed?))
Thurirl: ((horses are terribly noisy though))
Seiankornai: ((distraction ))
Malaina: ((And they have to eat))
Isabis: ((Oh, right the horses…hard to take on ruin delves. I’ll pass for now, unless the group wants to keep them for packing loot around ))
Isabis: ((the one did have a pack saddle, after all))
Jessaila: ((I’m probably fine.))
Dragonhawk: OK, loot picking is closed. Do we want to keep the horses as a party item, or sell them?
Grok: or eat
Grok: fine either way
Malaina: I say sell or Vari will eat them
Thurirl: I’m not opposed to keeping them
Thurirl: but I doubt I’ll use ‘em =P
Dragonhawk: heh. OK, sell it is.
Grok: Cool. Grok is going to be looking for a small cannon in the big town
Malaina: ((Remember, Vari is taking donations to his cow fund!))
Grok: ((does he share? Grok like cow.))
Malaina: ((Perhaps, if he gets two, he will give a cow to Grok, if Grok is good to him))
Grok: works for me
Dragonhawk: OK, while I’m adding up money, what do you all want to do with your week of down time in the city (besides haggling?)
- Grok look for cannon, look for work moving stuff or other str/atletics based thing, if that doesn’t pan out, go out hunting for food.
Jamshid par-Bahadur: buy armour or make it himself if he can get the use of a tanner’s workshop (and if he has enough time — will check that)
- Malaina will be looking for a katana
- Jessaila will assist with Malaina’s shopping – sounds interesting.
Grok: ((girls shopping together00
Dragonhawk: someone roll me a haggle for the sabre
- Vari will be following Mala
Jamshid par-Bahadur: Haggle 19
« 80*.95 = Invalid expression: 80*.95. »
« 80*0.95 = 80 * 0.95 = 76.00 »
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((definitely not enough time to make armour, so I’ll be looking for some dwarf-made hardened leather armour to purchase
Jamshid gets 76s for the sabre
Jamshid par-Bahadur: nice!
Dragonhawk: everyone who wants to buy unusual items, check the book and figure out what the “complexity” of your desired item is.
Thurirl: ((nothing comes to mind for me))
- Thurirl keeps himself busy by exploring the town and countryside, and checking possible weak points in the defenses. He also amuses himself by following random people without being seen.
- Malaina is shopping with Jessaila, looking for a place to buy an exotic type weapon
Dragonhawk: ((hmm, apparently saddles come with their animals in this system…))
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((interesting — the torso piece has base complexity 10W but the torso+legs has a complexity 10M — does that mean the legs alone would have a complexity of 30W?))
Grok: complexity of 12
Seiankornai: ((the number is not the time it takeS))
Dragonhawk: then you roll haggle…
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((oh right))
Seiankornai: ((the time it takes is the the letter; which is the minimum downtime needed))
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((ok, so in that case the torso piece has a base time of 1 week and the legs a base time of 3 weeks?))
A day in the marketplace nets you each 2324 s (and vari 2 s)
Seiankornai: ((the horses were expensive ))
Malaina: ((Looking for a Katana: 80s, with Bleed: 50% and Grip: 25%))
Dragonhawk: OK, here’s the painful part.
Grok: ((what’s the size of this place?))
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((anyway, I’m looking to buy a set of dwarven-made hardened leather leg pieces, which would have a complexity of 15))
Dragonhawk: Add up your spending money…and then make the downtime cut X(
Grok: ((before spending it?))
Dragonhawk: Sadly, yes.
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((downtime cut is different from adventure end cut right?))
Malaina: how do we do that?
Grok: Grok went on one wild spending binge
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((or is this both?))
Seiankornai: ((they’re they same))
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((ah, ok))
- Isabis saves « 2801*0.35 = 2801 * 0.35 = 980.35 »
- Jessaila buys spices and camp cooking gear.
- Isabis had some coin in hand before now
Malaina: can someone tell me what i need to do to put my silver into savings before I go buying anything?
Seiankornai: « (2324+110+20) * 0.15 = (2324 + 110 + 20) * 0.15 = 368.10 »
Dragonhawk: multiply your total coin in hand by your prudence benefit
Dragonhawk: so if you have prudence 4, then it’s (Coin x 0.35) to save 35%
Malaina: My prudence is 5
Grok: Grok just spent 2000 s in one week, and all I got for it was this t-shirt.
Dragonhawk: this accounts for trail rations, incidentals, room, board, and alcohol (9.9) at the inn, as well as whatever you’re doing during downtime itself.
Grok: Wait, I didn’t even get a t-shirt
Thurirl: ((crap. you’re talking about money again… do I have to add to my bank account?))
Malaina: ok, what do i type to multiple?
Seiankornai: ((you did, it was just a wild night at the tavern))
Dragonhawk: After you calculate your wild partying losses, earn your downtime income
Grok: ((did I buy the tavern and lose it in a game of card?))
Seiankornai: (( you use * to multiply))
Grok: ((downtime income from panche, or from downtime work we have done?))
Dragonhawk: ((Thurirl yes, you do…or in Grok’s case, to his hole in the ground. The good news is, you jingle less now, and are less interesting to highwaymen etc.))
Dragonhawk: ((both, as appropriate))
Malaina: « 2781*.40 = Invalid expression: 2781*.40. »
Dragonhawk: ((you CAN find a job moving heavy boxes at the waterfront, by the way))
Grok: ((Still looking for a complexity 12w cannon, are they commonly available, or do we have to make a group haggle check?))
Dragonhawk: ((malaina, you need the zero, it’s silly about a period next to the operator))
Dragonhawk: « 2781*0.40 = 2781 * 0.40 = 1112.40 »
Dragonhawk: round your fractions up
Seiankornai: ((/me votes that Vari was able to buy a few cows with the money spent on downtime))
Malaina: so 1112s goes into stake?
Grok: ((Athletics to move massive boxes repeatedly « 1d20+19 = 3 + 19 = 22 »
Malaina: Once she gets her katana, she will be putting alot of silver into Varis cow fund
Grok: Grok apparently chipped in and bought Vari a cow or two. Maybe one for Seian too.
Malaina: ok, so what is the total I would need to get a katana?
Malaina: oh Grok, your such a gentleman
Grok: Gentle Ogre
Dragonhawk: considering the vast losses of downtime, I think it is perfectly logical to assume that someone bought Vari a cow in the course of the partying
Malaina: A cow or two!
Malaina: Vari missed out when they were at the mines
Dragonhawk: …beef cattle are not listed in the source book for some reason I declare them 150 s in price.
Malaina: hmmm, well, if someone can tell me the total of a katana with those upgrades, I will spend the silver for the cow or cows
Seiankornai: ((the upgraded katana was 160s))
Dragonhawk: no, I mean the cow(s) are part of the silver you don’t get to save.
Malaina: well, she has 1669s for coin in hand
Seiankornai: no, that’s spent on downtime
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((ok, so I’m looking for a tanner or armoursmith who might have some dwarven-made hardened leather leg armour for sale — do I need to roll anything?))
- Malaina is confused
- Thurirl decides, on a lark, to try and explain the concept of “subtlety” to Grok, through a translator.
Seiankornai: ((she had a lot of coin in hand, then we enter downtime, some goes to you stake, the rest goes poof; spent on stuff to support your character, such as rooms at the inns, food, etc, etc))
Seiankornai: ((taxes even))
Dragonhawk: Jamshid, that’s a haggle roll…
- Grok asks why he would want to conceal his actions
Malaina: So she has no silver to get her katana and cow or cows for Vari?
Jamshid par-Bahadur: Haggle 14
Jamshid par-Bahadur: (if that’s a fail I’m spending an action die)
Grok: ((what size city?))
- Thurirl ponders this for a whole day before getting back to the ogre.
Seiankornai: ((she should have enough to get the katana, and I’d think it reasonable for the downtime stuff to have gone to get a cow for Vari))
Malaina: So how much coin on hand does she have left?
Seiankornai: ((it’s an RP thing, not something that’s of a game mechanic benefit))
Dragonhawk: so Jamshid, what’s the complexity value of what you’re looking for?
- Thurirl soon admits that the ogre, in his case, would probably not wish to conceal his actions, even from enemies. He then gives up trying to explain.
Jamshid par-Bahadur: (10 normal, 15 for dwarf-made)
Dragonhawk: you are currently finding things up to complexity 24
Seiankornai: ((she would have no coin in hand left after teh downtime tax; at start of the next adventure, she’ll get whatever income she has from her panache as coin in hand))
- Grok is more confused after his talk with Thurirl
Thurirl: ((no use wasting energy on an argument when he can just demonstrate subtlety in battle))
- Malaina goes to add the katana
- Grok looks for cannon « 1d20+11 = 20 + 11 = 31 »
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((in that case I’m adding 5 to the complexity and 300 to the cost to have it custom-fitted))
- Grok apparently finds his way into the royal siegeworks armory
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((wait, ignore all that, I’m a moron))
Grok: ((only sometimes))
Grok somehow stumbled into the genius of mentioning Isabis by her full name.
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((I forgot I ended up with magic full armour, only version 1.0 of Jamshid had partial armour))
Thurirl: ((holy crap… did the ogre just roll a Natural 20?!))
For some reason, people suddenly want his business, and have stopped asking awkward questions about why he needs a cannon.
Grok: ((which is incredible considering he didn’t know she had a last name.))
Dragonhawk: ((oh, she does. It happens to match the last name of the KING.))
Thurirl: ((oh crap))
Grok: ((who’s that?))
Seiankornai: (( O_o ))
Malaina: ((cracks up))
Isabis: " King Orran of House Estolin is the current ruler of the Matha" (AC pg 83)
Thurirl: ((I think “subtlety” is pretty much lost entirely on the ogre by this point…))
Grok: Grok’s adventure into the city has left him even more confused about civilization, but he does have a cannon now.
- Thurirl notices the ogre walking through the streets with the cannon… and can’t get his jaw to close for a full hour.
Yes, Grok has achieved his years-long dream of owning a cannon, and the dealer that sold it to him didn’t even try to cheat him on the price!
- Thurirl is not religious, yet he is tempted to start uttering prayers of deliverance and protection…
Dragonhawk: ((don’t forget to buy shot, this favorable situation may never occur again ))
Grok: ((i couldn’t find the price of cannonballs in the book, go figure))
- Isabis hears (a translation of) the story, and accosts Jessaila. “Did you tell that ogre to go dropping my name? Who told him that?!?”
Malaina: ((There, added the katana))
Jessaila: “Not me.”
Malaina: ((Now she can slice and dice while in the saddle!))
Jessaila: “I don’t want to encourage Grok too much on that particular count.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((question: can I earn reputation through crafting in this town?))
Dragonhawk: ((Grok, call in 4 times the price of small arms powder & shot))
Dragonhawk: Jamshid, you can, if you have time.
Malaina: ((Can I say she got enough for two cows?))
Malaina: ((Or did someone buy Vari a cow as a present?))
Isabis: “Argh. ARGH. What if my cousin hears about this? I’ll never hear the end of it! Argh.”
Grok: ((Grok did))
- Malaina pats Isabis’ shoulder
Seiankornai: “A particular cousin in mind?”
- Thurirl finds the others.
- Jamshid par-Bahadur befriends the local leatherworker and assists him with a special order for the Lord Mayor (or other notable). Crafting 11
- Grok passes by, completely unaware of Isabis’s torment
Thurirl: “I see our ogre friend has acquired himself a firearm.”
- Jamshid par-Bahadur ruins the order and has to let the leatherworker finish it for him
Thurirl: “…..I am still unable to fully accept the reality of this situation.”
Malaina: “Sometimes, you just have to…”
Seiankornai: “Hello Thurirl, the cannon? Yes, we’re all a bit, perturbed by it.”
Thurirl: “Is this why so many humans possess a tendency to… what was the phrase? ‘Go get blind, stinking drunk’?”
Thurirl: “I have newfound admiration for that sentiment. I may even indulge in it.”
Malaina: “You would probably be a fun drunk”
Malaina: “As long as you don’t take off your cloths”
- Thurirl gives Malaina a bewildered look.
- Jessaila cackles.
- Malaina chuckles
Jessaila: "You’d probably wake up tied to the roof beams of a tavern ceiling.
Seiankornai: “I doubt very much that him taking off his cloths would reveal much.”
Thurirl: “Seeing as few people notice me most of the time, I fail to see how going around naked would be a detriment. Except for the lack of armor and my preference for decency.”
Isabis: “Still, getting blind drunk would /not/ help one dodge cannon shot.”
- Malaina looks around, expecting a delivery
Thurirl: “I was not intending to indulge on the battlefield. Perhaps in a quiet, out of the way spot outside the city… or a rooftop, if no one minds…”
- Thurirl sits down somewhere to think, shutting up to give his brain time to process Grok’s purchase.
Malaina: “No Thurirl, you are staying where I can see you.”
- Seiankornai addresses Grok, W “So, finally obtained a lifelong wish?”
Isabis: “I am going to be avaoiding cousin Rayan like the plague.”
Seiankornai: “The king’s son?”
Seiankornai: “The king is your uncle?”
Malaina: “Oh, Isabis, didn’t you want to talk to your father?”
Isabis: “Yes. Oy. Spoiled brat thinks he’s the crown prince, too.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((It’s getting late here, or rather early … I’d better sign off for the night))
Seiankornai: ((ok, goodnight))
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((see you all next week))
- Grok hefts his cannon. W “Yes. All ogres should fight like this.”
Isabis: ((see you then))
Grok: ((night Isaac))
Isabis: “Oh, my father’s not in town. He’s a professor at the college, in Arun.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur is disconnected.
- Malaina smiles, almost shoves folks out of her way as she see’s a couple of farmers walking a couple of cows down the street
Seiankornai: “I did not know you were so closely related to the king.”
Jessaila: “I knew! …I had to be told.”
Isabis: “Eh. I’m an Estolin. Everyone with that name is related within two or three steps.”
Seiankornai: “I knew from her last name that she was of some relation to that house, but I didn’t thihnk it was a very close one.”
- Malaina makes her way back to the others, a large grin on her face, holding the ‘reins/whatever’ of the two cows
Isabis: “Personally, I doubt we’ll keep the kingship next generation, though. People don’t like to let the same house go twice in a row.”
- Thurirl is still lost in thought, somewhat oblivious to his surroundings. Good thing he blends in so well.
Seiankornai: “Oooh, cows.”
Isabis: “If people are right about the crone breaking out in two-three years, I’d bet on the next king to be a Faran. People will be wanting someone calm in charge.”
Seiankornai: “Thurirl, want to hear even better news? Grok thinks all ogres should fight with those.”
Malaina: “No Seian, these are for Vari, he has been so good lately and he didn’t get any cow when we guarding the mine, except the bronze one.”
Seiankornai: “Ahhh, yes, he should get them.”
- Thurirl is still processing. He does not register the comment.
Grok: ((too bad. That one might have put him over the edge))
Isabis: “Man. I hope I don’t get blamed for starting a revolution in ogre warfare.”
Thurirl: ((when he comes out of it and someone mentions it again, then he’ll get drunk =P))
Isabis: “…although, if they point them at the croneists, I’ll take it.”
Seiankornai: “Depends, maybe we can convince more to be like Grok and fight the Crone.”
- Vari is so happy, he gathers Mala up into his arms and hugs her
- Cows low desperately and try to flee
- Cows don’t get too far with their lead lines running under Vari’s claws, though.
- Vari keeps his grip on the lines
Malaina: ((Sorry cows, you’re being sacrificed for a noble cause))
Seiankornai: (feeding drakes is a very noble cause))
Seiankornai: ((so say the drakes))
Grok: ((no surprise))
Somebody has written names on the lead lines in a childish hand. One reads “Hamburger” and the other says “Steak”
Malaina: ((Approriate names))
Thurirl: ((darn it, now I want meat))
Malaina: ((*cracks up cause she just did a troll face and said ‘Problem cows?’))
Seiankornai: ((I’m getting hungry again too))
- Vari looks to Grok and Seian to see if they would like to go off with him to feast on ‘Hamburger’ and ‘Steak’
- Grok joins Vari for his feast
- Malaina tells them to go outside the city or someplace they won’t be seen to eat
- Seiankornai agrees, this is a primarily human settlement and even though they live very close to the drakes, they probably aren’t used to their feeding habits
- Grok helps drag the animals outside
- Vari noms on cow when they are out of the city
- Grok chews on a bone with a haunch of meat on it
You have earned 1965 XP
Grok: ((Didn’t know cow was worth that much exp
Grok: ((let’s go find some more to eat))
Malaina: ((Cool, we are close to the next level!))
Grok: ((How much to next level?))
Isabis: ((you got about half of what you needed to level. Probably if you take The Job, that will get you to a level))
Isabis: ((need 1710))
Malaina: ((We are at 13290 xp))
Isabis: ((I believe next level is 15000))