Seiankornai has connected.
Jessaila has connected.
Malaina has connected.
Host has connected.
Thurirl has connected.
- Seiankornai awaits the scene setting
When last we saw our heroes, most of them were checking into a tavern in the Matha hamlet of Three Springs, and thinking hard about how to convince a cranky recluse to let you have something that…well, he doesn’t think he has to give.
Dragonhawk: (But I think Malaina went off to ask her Aunt something?)
Seiankornai: ((that is what I recall))
Malaina: ((Yea, she did))
Seiankornai: ((what was the place name we discovered in the writing?))
Dragonhawk: (( Draconic, translates “Cloud-River Delta” ))
Thurirl: ((Curious name. Wonder where it is? Or was?))
Dragonhawk: roll a Knowledge check, Thurirl
- Thurirl tries to recall if he knows anything about this Delta. « 1d20+7 = 18 + 7 = 25 »
Seiankornai: ((oooh, good roll))
Malaina: ((Very good))
Malaina: ((Can someone center me on my token on the token holder map?))
Dragonhawk: ((sure, one moment))
Jessaila: « 1d20+8 = 3 + 8 = 11 » Knowledge check
Seiankornai: ((are you having interface problems, Mooch?))
Malaina: ((Thank you and no, just don’
Malaina: ((Just don’t have my mouse with me right now, the roller is what lets me zoom in and out))
You whisper to Thurirl: Cloud-River is an oooold fashioned term for what humans in a certain other world call a jet-stream; a delta is where a river meets an ocean…If you look at the region map, and follow the southermost branch of the mountains up north towards the place where there’s a little island just off the coast, you will be looking at a place where a “cloud river” meets an ocean. Might be a useful area to check first when you try looking up the place on older maps (+3)
You whisper to Thurirl: You even recall hearing tell that this particular cloud-river splits at the coast due to a high peak off-shore. Maybe that’s the island on the map.
Thurirl: “Seian, a moment. I believe I have vital knowledge that may aid our quest.”
Seiankornai: “What is it?”
Thurirl: “I believe I may know where this ‘Cloud-River Delta’ may be. I shall have to consult some maps of the local area, yet I feel confident it is worth investigating.”
Seiankornai: “Where is it?”
You whisper to Thurirl: Way west of here, beyond the throne of the Drake King
Thurirl: “A small island on the coast, far to the west. When we have access to maps I shall point out its location, and make certain all our number know of it.”
Thurirl: “It may provide us something to barter for the scroll, if it does not yield the scroll itself.”
Seiankornai: “Perhaps. Unlikely that it’ll be there of course. I’m suspecting it was his and his family’s home, but was overrun by goblins.”
Seiankornai: “With him being the only survivor.”
Seiankornai: “And perhaps some of the locals will know a bit about him. I should ook for some elder drakes in the area.”
Thurirl: “Overrun? How? Tunnels from the mainland, risking flood and ruin?”
Isabis: “The inkeeper gave me directions to the town hall – he says if we want old maps, the records room is our best bet.”
Thurirl: “Excellent. Though I am certain of our destination, it will not harm my pride to consult the maps.”
- Jessaila has the companionship of a bottle of the inn’s weakest wine / grape juice.
Thurirl: ((water it down enough and there’s not much difference =P))
Jessaila: “So, shall we go to the records room?”
Isabis: “Works for me. Two blocks down and take a left…”
- Isabis leads the way
- Thurirl follows along, in his usual silent way.
- Seiankornai trots after them
- Jessaila looks a bit anxious.
Thurirl: “Is something wrong, Jessaila?”
Jessaila: “Yeah. I don’t want to get this close to collecting all four pieces and then fail because of some crazy drake.”
- Seiankornai turns an eye towards Jess but continues walking
A bored clerk greets you with ill-grace at the town hall’s records office.
Thurirl: “I’m not sure I understand. Failure is worse the closer you are to your goal? Is not being closer better than failing at the beginning?”
- Seiankornai wonders if that’ll make him less bored
Clerk: “Closing in half an hour. What can I do for you /quickly/ gentlefolk?”
Seiankornai: “We need to see some old maps.”
Jessaila: “We’re looking for some regional maps.”
- Jessaila asides to Thurirl. “No – it means that even though we gave it our best effort, we still failed. I hate to fail.”
- Thurirl considers her opinion odd, but sees no reason to argue. He instead waits for the clerk.
Clerk: “Maps, huh… come this way…”
- Clerk leads you down a short hallway and into a room that isn’t dusted enough. The walls are lined with cabinets full of wide, flat drawers – perhaps 3 feet long, but only an inch or two deep.
Clerk: “City on the left, region on the right. No documents may be removed from the records area. Copying is permitted, damage will be fined. Knock yourselves out.”
- Seiankornai pulls a draw out with a claw tip to look in it
- Jessaila starts searching.
- Thurirl tries not to breathe too deep. He’s accustomed to air filled with water, not dust.
Seiankornai: “So it’ll be on the right.”
- Seiankornai looks through map that have big bold titles
Thurirl: “It should be west of the Throne of the Drake King, perhaps north of the jungle… if we do find it…”
Sure enough, it’s full of maps. The drawers are labeled things like “Trader’s Hall, Reconstruction permit, Spring 117” on the left, and on the left “Almanac update maps” and “Roadway project of 82” and “Two Kings’ Census, 100 – 200”
Clerk: ((er, on the right are almanacs and census…i?))
- Jessaila searches. « 1d20+11 = 15 + 11 = 26 » (Search)
Seiankornai: « 1d20+9 = 13 + 9 = 22 » search
Seiankornai: ((and someone should probably roll “Investigate”))
Jessaila finds a census map that mentions Cloud-River’s Delta
Thurirl: ((my Search is higher… want me to roll both?))
Seian finds it on a map of drake-mail routes
- Jessaila checks something out. « 1d20+9 = 17 + 9 = 26 » Investigate
- Jessaila gets right down to work.
Clerk: ((what are you trying to learn besides where the place is, Jess?))
Jessaila: ((Where it is, what it’s history is, whether or not it has any special significance to drakes, what happened to it since the goblin attack, etc.)
- Seiankornai looks over the mail maps, since the others found something promising
- Thurirl looks over the map with Jessaila. « 1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24 » Investigate
Seiankornai: « 1d20+0 = 18 + 0 = 18 » (untrained investigate, just idle curiosity)
Seiankornai: (so 15 on the mail map)
Jess learns: Cloud-River’s Delta was a moderately prosperous village, larger than this one, from the earlierst census map available here until a little over a century ago. Then it abrupty drops off all maps. Prior to the disappearance, it was about 75% drakish, 15% pech, and 10% human.
It was a minor distribution node for the drake-mail system, and was replaced by some kind of outpost on the island just offshore of it (which apparently was not inhabited to any significant degree). A new village was founded some ways north about a quarter-century after the disaster, this one over 50% pech.
Thurirl: ((That’s not gonna make any drake real happy, I’ll bet…))
Seiankornai: ((pechs are on more friendly terms with drakes than in most settings with dragons and halflings))
Clerk: (On the mpa: Red X is the old site of Cloud-River’s Delta; green X is the new place, “Fisherman’s Cape”)
- Jessaila uses her spell to copy up the map and info.
There is a good road to the new place, which also appears on trade-route maps marked for fish, shellfish, and…seaweed?
Thurirl: “Excellent. It is as I remembered. How useful random knowledge can be when the trail begins to cool.”
Thurirl: ((I think Thurirl would like sushi. X3 It’s raw enough.))
Isabis: “True that. This is why scholars make good sunchasers, even though people who come in through the warrior side always think we’ll be too weak.”
Thurirl: “A difference of opinion, though I can see why they would hold that one.”
Seiankornai: “So shall we go find Malaina, or will she check on us in the morning?”
Thurirl: “I would prefer to let Malaina come to us. She is talking to family. She should be allowed all the time she wishes.”
Jessaila: “I think she’ll check in tomorrow morning. I hope.”
- Thurirl almost gets a wistful look on his face. Almost.
Seiankornai: “Right. Then, perhaps we should see about acquiring some food next.”
Seiankornai: ((I’m ready for a scene skip))
Clerk: “You lot done in there or what? It’s 5 minutes past quittin’ time already!”
Thurirl: ((I think the Clerk is too. XD))
- Thurirl heads for the inn, liking the idea of food.
- Seiankornai looks for some other drakes to hang out with while eating a meal of freshly caught critter
- Malaina flies into town with the Varis, wishing she could have stayed longer, but needing to see if the others found anything
The map-reading party heads back towards the inn, which conveniently leaves them visible from the air (well, except Thurirl of course) where Malaina can find them
- Malaina hops down to the ground once they have landed and waves as she heads over
- Thurirl is reminded for some reason of the pain-staking work that went into assuring his clothing hid him from above…
Seian follows his nose to a hole in the mountain bearing a tavern sign; the picture is a drakeling trying to make a killing bite on an ember strider. The drakish text translates “Hungry enough to eat a horse: An eatery for those who don’t overcook their food.”
Thurirl: “Greetings, Malaina. I trust your meeting went well?”
- Seiankornai thinks he’s founda very good spot
Malaina: “Yes it did, learned a bit more about Jillintkivan.”
Thurirl: “Excellent. What have you learned?”
Jessaila: “And we learned more about his hometown.”
Malaina: “I think it’s the same things you heard. His hometown got destroyed while he was gone, so he collects things to remember….everything.”
Isabis: “The things are supposed to keep him from forgetting anything?”
Thurirl: “Mmm. A troubling habit. Yet… I can see why he would do so. Nothing is as troublesome as our tendency to forget.”
Thurirl: “I believe that may be one reason we are having so much difficulty with the scroll.”
Malaina: “More like he doesn’t want anyone to forget them, including himself. So he collected everything from his home…and everything from everywhere.”
Thurirl: “A sad fate. But understandable. I hope I do not suffer such a loss as to engage in similar mad pursuits.”
Malaina: “I’m just lucky Auntie didn’t go down that road. His story matchs her a bit too much for my liking.”
Isabis: “Unnerving, yes. Are you doing OK?”
Thurirl: “I have heard it said that five men will do five different things for the same reason.”
- Malaina smiles in assurance and nods, “Yea I’m fine, ready for some dinner though.”
Thurirl: “Agreed. I believe Seian has already found his own. We could join him, or perhaps go back to the inn.”
Jessaila: “It’s been awhile since I’ve tried drake food.”
Isabis: "Well, I’m not interested in the place where Seian turned in – a drake’s idea of “overcooked” is my idea of “too raw to eat,” mostly. Let’s see how our tavern’s dining room does."
Malaina: “Vari, why don’t you two go in and join Seian, it would do you some good to eat some drakish food for tonight.”
- Malaina looks a bit unsure, as does his twin, but goes to the place that Seian went to after some shooing
Malaina: ((Opps, didn’t click impersonate))
Thurirl: ((s’okay; we know who ya meant))
- Jessaila decides to go to the regular tavern, but does order some of the dragonsbreath ale.
Thurirl: ((brb; greeting Mother’s return))
- Malaina orders some stew with extra meat and some freshly baked bread
- Isabis orders a chef salad and small beer
Isabis: “OK, so we know where it is and what it’s primary industry was prior to the goblin attack.”
Malaina: “Think we will have any luck there? My Auntie made a good point, anything he didn’t take with him when he left, the goblins probably snatched for themselves afterwards.”
- Thurirl asks about the cuts of meat available, and chooses one that sounds cheap yet filling.
Thurirl: “It is unlikely the scroll itself will be there. However, we may as yet find some precious item we can use to barter for it.”
Jessaila: “Right. Maybe so.”
Malaina: “But it doesn’t hurt to look or ask.”
Isabis: “If there was anything important there, the people who founded the new town might have heard.”
Thurirl: “We may as well ask there first, and increase our knowledge. If that does not yield results, we shall investigate the ruins.”
Malaina: “Sounds like a plan.”
Thurirl: “And should we locate any goblins still there… perhaps we shall have a few fresh trophies to offer as well…”
You whisper to Jessaila: Dragon’s Breath Ale is /spicy/ – it makes you want to get a drink. Wait…
- Malaina sips her ale, but she certainly doesn’t disagree
- Jessaila knocks back that dragonsbreath ale.
- Jessaila starts sweating like a pig and her eyes get a bit bloodshot.
Jessaila: “Another, please.”
You whisper to Jessaila: Ooh, you drank it pretty fast…you feel a belch coming on.
Bartender: “…you sure, miss?”
Malaina: “I think you’ve had enough…”
Thurirl: “I was about to muse aloud of the lack of wisdom in such an act…”
Jessaila: “Burp. Yes please.”
Malaina: “No please, I think we should get her to bed before she does something she regrets in the morning.”
Jessaila belches a small fireball
Jessaila: “Also, would you happen to have any cloves of garlic I could use for garnish?”
- Thurirl is surprised at the fireball… before his mind turns, for a moment, to tactical applications of Draken draughts…
Bartender: “…one Dragonsbreath, with garlic chaser, and an ‘overhang reduction platter,’ coming up.”
- Jessaila is also surprised, but laughs. “Bring it on, barkeep.”
Thurirl: “A curious name for a dish. What do you suppose she meant?”
- Jessaila peels the garlic and pops a clove in her mouth. In a moment she stops sweating.
- Bartender brings a large soup bowl surrounded by crackers – apparently the idea is food for ballast, and soup for hydration
- Thurirl isn’t quite sure he understands, but finds the dish fascinating. He wonders if he shouldn’t consider a little cooking on the side, perhaps to discover new forms of alchemy…
Thurirl: ((and new ways to poison, but he doesn’t say that =P))
Seiankornai: ((I feel like we should be advancing the main plot here a bit, but don’t want to skip on the drake tavern; shall we time advance here while continuing the drake tavern RP? (since it’s in the serpate channel)))
Malaina: ((Sure if you want))
Bartender: ((Do you want to discuss further or do other things ‘tonight’ in town?))
Thurirl: ((think Jessaila is over with discussion for now… =P))
- Jessaila downs the second ale without incident.
Jessaila: “It’s the garlic, you know. A classic poison-prevention food for elves.”
- Jessaila is at the center of an increasing bubble of people who are trying to get upwind of her.
Thurirl: “I shall keep that in mind.”
Host: * Jessaila still burps another small fireball
Jessaila still burps another small fireball
- Malaina slowly shakes her head at Jess
- Thurirl says that with a tone that doesn’t make it clear whether his keeping the knowledge is for good or for harm…
Jessaila: “Aside from the flammability issue, really rather mild.”
- Thurirl sticks to his goat steak. Unusual taste, but it is meat, and that is good enough for him.
- Malaina uses her bread to mop up the rest of the stew in her bowl
Jessaila: “Anyway, jolly good ale, barkeep. Jolly good.”
- Thurirl idly wonders if Draken ale can be weaponized…
Seiankornai: ((depends, do dwarves think it’s ok or weak? :P ))
Bartender: “And people wonder why my fire insurance is so expensive…”
Seiankornai: (I’m surprised he doesn’t have a stone backwall and counter :P ))
Everyone manages to get back in one structure for the night
Thurirl: ((Some less sober than others…))
Bartender: (who says he doesn’t? Metal at least. Probably the source of this world’s “Mirrored back wall” tradition ))
- Jessaila is stone-cold sober.
The next morning sees you all eating eggs in the dining room of the inn you slept in
- Malaina asks if there is any sausage or bacon…or both
- Seiankornai and Vari came back late last night, after the others had bedded down for the night, having had a good time with the other drakes at the tavern.
- Bartender provides sausage and bacon, seperately and as omlettes
Jessaila: “You know, are we sure we’re not actually wasting our time with this trip?”
- Malaina asks for it in an omelette, a big one
- Seiankornai is happily groggy in the morning. Drakes don’t get hangovers, they just get a little silly. “Good morning everyone, we had a goooood time.”
Malaina: “Well, it’s the next best lead we got if he can’t find it in his cavern.”
Thurirl: “One can never be certain of waste until one has spent the time and energy.”
Jessaila: “I heard you having a good time, Seian.”
Isabis: “It’s a long flight though. I like it better as a plan B than as a plan A.”
Jessaila: “Then what should be our plan A?”
Malaina: “See if one of us can look through his collection? See if we see something through a new set of eyes?”
Seiankornai: “We learned some things about Jillintkivan, that his clan name was quite possibly Jillinthashne, and that in his home town there was a grand librarian, Lethesilvex.”
Jessaila: “All right. Let’s go ask, then.”
- Vari whines, “Do we have to, he’s so grumpy…”
Thurirl: “I shall not be joining you even on the doorstep. I fear my presence would exacerbate the situation further.”
Seiankornai: “Then one of the other drakes bumped someone and we had a good old barfight! Fun all around, then another round of drinks when things settled down.”
- Vari isn’t scared of him, just finds him grumpy and thinks he needs some sun
Jessaila: “I’ll ask. See if I can’t try to cheer him up.”
- Jessaila brightens. “Actually, I think I know just how to ask, too.”
Seiankornai: “You do?”
- Malaina chews on her omelette as she looks at Jess
Jessaila: “Yup. You said he collects stuff to remember the lost?”
Isabis: “Everyone seems to agree on that part, yes.”
Jessaila: “Play off of that. Share information so others can remember, too.”
Malaina: “I…I could tell him about my village…”
Seiankornai: “Yes, you shold.”
Jessaila: “Yeah, that’s it, exactly.”
Isabis: “Hmm. And offer to tell other people about what Jillintkivan’s got, maybe.”
Malaina: “That’s a good idea!”
- Thurirl eats his own breakfast, not really paying attention. He instead thinks of where to hide outside the lair in case of some random ambush…
Jessaila: “Let’s do it.”
- Malaina finishs her omelette and gives her compliments to the cook
- Seiankornai heads out in a hurry to go and do it!
Thurirl: “I see one of our number is eager to start the day’s activities.”
- Isabis finishes her omlette and picks up her bag
Isabis: “I’m ready.”
Isabis: ((so, trying Jillint first, then?))
Seiankornai: ((I guess so))
Seiankornai: ((OOC I’d prefer to check out the town first, as to possibly get some more clues, but Seian is fine with going to see Jillint first))
Jessaila: ((I think trying Jillint again first is best.))
Malaina: ((Jillent first))
Thurirl: ((Fine with me. It’s sorta on our way anyhow.))
You pack up your gear and return to Jillinkivan’s door.
- Isabis rings the bells in their sorrowful chord
Jillintkivan: “Go a-WAAAAY! I just had visitors YESTERDAY, why are so many – oh, it’s you again.”
- Vari has to stop himself from rolling his eyes, so he snorts out from his nose
- Seiankornai lets Mala and Jess do the talking
Jillintkivan: “Look, I…I looked. I don’t have it! I don’t think I have it…I didn’t find it anyway.”
- Jillintkivan mutters something hard to hear (dc 20 notice check to make it out)
Malaina: « 1d20+13 = 19 + 13 = 32 » Notice
- Jessaila has keen elven senses. « 1d20+13 = 2 + 13 = 15 » Notice
Seiankornai: « 1d20+11 = 8 + 11 = 19 » Notice
Thurirl: « 1d20+11 = 18 + 11 = 29 » Notice
Jessaila: “Could we help you look for it? We’re generally pretty good about finding things, particularly those things left behind as a legacy by those long-departed.”
Jillintkivan: (whispered) “Never found the index either…so many scrolls…”
Jillintkivan: “How can you be especially good at…at that?”
Malaina: “And we know you collect things, things so no one forgets and we wanted to share our things and stories with you, so they won’t be forgotten either.”
Jessaila: “Well, Isabis and I have found information about a God who has been – for all intents and purposes, forgotten.”
- Thurirl is interested in the index…
Jessaila: “It’s amazing some of the things you can discover in the most astounding of places. Relics that survive fires – a snatch of a song…”
Jillintkivan: “A…a /god/ that got forgotten? How does a … huh. Must’ve been the Dragon’s Master…”
- Jillintkivan looks at Seian
Jillintkivan: “…forget I said that…”
Thurirl: “Dragon’s Master?”
Jessaila: “No, please do share!”
- Thurirl is very interested all of a sudden.
Jillintkivan: " /I didn’t say that! DON"T LET HIM HURT ME!!"
- Jillintkivan retreats from the door
Thurirl: “Who? Who would hurt you?”
Jessaila: “We’re trying to find out more about the Forgotten God – and he is NOT going to hurt you.”
- Malaina archs an eyebrow
Jillintkivan: (says something muffled from too far inside)
- Thurirl races forward, yet doesn’t go inside, merely shouting.
Thurirl: “My people worship the Dragons! Who! Who is so mighty that they would worship him?”
Thurirl: “Who is so mighty… to see even the Unseen?”
Seiankornai: “I definitely heard ’Dragon’s Master’, please, tell us.”
Jillintkivan: “I don’t wanna talk about it to a priest of the dragons, please, let it be!”
- Jillintkivan sounds like he’s come about halfway back
Seiankornai: “I’ve already been exposed to this. It would be good to find out more.”
Thurirl: “I am no priest! Look… all my life… I have been unseen… even unwanted…”
Jillintkivan: luck: « 1d10 = 1 » is good on 10
Thurirl: “…then this one found me… twice! Who is he?”
Jillintkivan: “That red guy’s a priest!”
Thurirl: “Then I shall speak alone! May I come in?”
Seiankornai: “I am not going to hurt you regardless of what you say.”
- Thurirl looks very emotional.
Seiankornai: Impress « 1d20+8 = 13 + 8 = 21 »
Jillintkivan: “I… i… I…”
Thurirl: “Please… I need to know.”
Jessaila: “We promise you – our friend will not hurt you for sharing truth with us.”
- Jillintkivan is resolute?? « 1d20+14 = 4 + 14 = 18 »
- Thurirl waits for the answer.
Jillintkivan: “…all right, come in…”
- Seiankornai smiles encouragingly as well (using Charming, +5 o NPC dispostion)
- Thurirl sighs and walks in before the others react.
- Jessaila makes a face that says “Yay!”
- Jessaila enters.
- Seiankornai enters
- Malaina heads inside with the Varis right behind her
Jillintkivan: “You’ve, uh, you’ve actually heard of the Dragons’ Master, huh?”
Thurirl: “I regret being so insistent… I am… not normally so… passionate.”
Thurirl: “I have heard of other names… and… have met his followers…”
Jessaila: “Including some of our number.”
Jillintkivan: “You’re his /followers/ – really??”
Jillintkivan: “Can you tell me about him?!?”
- Vari looks around, trying not to step on anything
- Jillintkivan pauses at the back of the ‘head’ room.
Thurirl: “I know… little, I fear. Some call him the Most High, as if he is above the other gods.”
Seiankornai: “And when we finally find Razylymingeir Uryteuraka, who we know hte location of, I intend to ask her about him myself.”
Jessaila: “We know that He created Sun and Moon – and Morru and the other guy’s servants acknowledge Him as their Master.”
Thurirl: “This I know: he has found me twice. Two different men in two different towns, each dressing alike, each with cryptic messages. That is no mere coincidence. I am not easy to spot, even when I am moving.”
Jillintkivan: “Yeah, the scroll I found him in says that. The Most High, the Dragon Kings’ own King, Master of all Creation.”
Thurirl: “…all Creation? What does that mean?”
Jillintkivan: “Do I sound like someone who knows this stuff?!? It’s a /burned scroll/ barely any of it’s readable…”
Thurirl: “I see. Do you have any information on… how to find him? Or where?”
Jillintkivan: “I’d give /anything/ to…well, ok, maybe not /anything/ but anything that isn’t part of the memory collection – to know the rest of that scroll. It says he holds his followers in his hand forever, and death cannot touch them!”
Jessaila: “May we see the scroll?”
Jillintkivan: “I..eeyeeee…maybe. If you’re VERY VERY VERY VERY careful of everything.”
Thurirl: “Curious. How curious.”
Jessaila: “I shall look only – I shall not touch.”
- Thurirl sighs and sits down somewhere clean and not on anything precious. He needs time to think.
- Seiankornai nudges Mala and whispers “Perhaps while Jess is looking, you cna talk to him about your similar pasts?”
Jillintkivan: “Ok, I…you have to promise not to /tell/ either, I don’t want to be overrun with goblin-brin…er, human. Human scholars, had to threaten them with eating to make them stop last time.”
Malaina: “If he’s willing to listen, sure.”
Jessaila: “I understand.”
Jessaila: “If we must tell anyone, then I promise you we shall not associate your name with it, and shall maintain your privacy.”
- Jillintkivan leads you through the door, then left through another, into a wide curving hallway. To the left again, a wide hole has been rather crudely hacked into the neat dwarven masonry, and a much rougher hallway leads down a ramp through it before curving off in the same direction as its smoother parent above
- Jessaila keeps her eyes open.
Jillintkivan: “OK, so…I have, I have… I have all of Lethesilvex’s library. I have all of it. Plus some more than my cousins added as a memorial after he died. Plus, uh, the town library mixed in I think…it was an accident, I just put all the scrolls in one room.”
- Thurirl considers following, but decides he’d rather stay where he is. He’s trying to get his emotions back under control…
- Seiankornai looks around as they travel at all the odd stuff as they travel
Jillintkivan: “I can’t /find/ the index, I must have it somewhere! I don’t KNOW!”
Jessaila: “What a magnificent thing…”
- Vari goes to find some place to lay down, leaving this to those that know what they are doing
Each room you pass is full of stuff. It’s all neatly laid out, but in no particular order: treasure boxes next to washbasins next to nest pads next to books, in whatever order Jillintkivan reached it
The rooms aren’t sorted by type that you can tell, until you reach the very furtherst point of the upper wing, and Jillint lets you into a huge … pile of written material
- Jessaila glances over to Isabis and says quietly “If I ever tire of being a sunchaser, I am going to come back and offer to be his housekeeper and archivist…”
Isabis: “soooooo many books /and no shelves/ it’s a …”
- Malaina doesn’t see what the big deal is, it’s just a pile of paper in her eyes, more like a mess
- Isabis chokes off the word “crime” before she can offend their host
Jillintkivan: “They’re grouped by shelf. I think. A few of the shelves might’ve gotten mixed up in transit.”
Jillintkivan: “…if you find the index, well, that’d help a lot. Plus a lot of people want to copy it, and so forth…”
Jillintkivan: “The scroll about the Dragon Kings’ Master is over here in the damaged section…”
- Jillintkivan directs your attention to a table piled with torn, scorched, or once-sodden scrolls and codices.
And with that, we leave Isabis to recover her blood pressure. Tune in next week to make the research rolls of your lives!
Jessaila: I’m gone the next two weeks…
Jillintkivan: ah, yes…
Seiankornai: oh right, in Israel
Seiankornai: shall we do a couple weeks of side tales or just take a break?
Jillintkivan: Maybe the rest of the party can leave Jess and Isabis sorting scrolls and go look at the village site?
Seiankornai: or that
Thurirl: Yeah. We could do that.
Malaina: Sure, seems like a good idea
Jillintkivan: or we could do a side-quest, but you’re overdue for a battle this unit anyhow, and you can definitely find some goblins to slay at the old village site 9.9
Thurirl: And in a week, Thurirl should be over his embarrassment over his behavior… =P
Malaina: Are we able to level?
Jillintkivan: …you just DID level, didn’t you?!?!
Jillintkivan: at the end of the dwarf-ruin part?
Malaina: we didnt level or get the treasure amount
- Seiankornai is level 9
Jessaila: I levelled.
Jillintkivan: I think you might have missed a level up for malaina
Jessaila: I wouldn’t mind levelling again.
Thurirl: I’m pretty sure I levelled, though I dunno if I finished the math.
Thurirl: Bleh. Math.
Malaina: she’s level 9
Seiankornai: I’m pretty sure we did level when we left Khundrukar
Jessaila: After the dwarf ruins, yes.
Seiankornai: we were level 8 for ages
Jillintkivan: That’s when I took my level of Deadeye, I’m almost sure
Thurirl: anyway, popping off for the night; cya tomorrow!
Malaina: Are you sure? Cause i remember DH saying we would level after the drake
Seiankornai: goodnight Bandit
Thurirl is disconnected.
Seiankornai: well, it’s not been after the drake quite yet ;)
Seiankornai: unless you were thinking of Nightscale
Jillintkivan: I think it’s possible you’ll level again after this, you were a good piece of the way to 10 already when I finally added up the XP and gave you 9
Jillintkivan: I just didn’t want to level in the middle of the dungeon
Jillintkivan: …plus laziness in not adding up XP
Malaina: i guess we did, we are 67901 and we need 80000 to level
Jillintkivan: yeah, that’s what I have
Jillintkivan: you’re earning quest XP right now
Malaina: ahhh, ok
Jillintkivan: for talking your way into the Jillint’s lair, and finding out about him and his town and stuff
Jillintkivan: technically you could possibly level without hitting another foe
Jillintkivan: but what fun is that?
Malaina: yea, i gotta try out my new weapons
Jillintkivan: and I missed the chance to have you attacked by goblins on the road, ‘cause Helga’s territory is Very Very Goblin Free
Jillintkivan: as you’d expect
Malaina: of course!
Seiankornai: good for Helga ;)
Malaina: She’s still got it!
Seiankornai: I expect Jillintkivan’s is similar
Helga: “I’m not crazy at all, no ‘issues’ on me – is that a goblin?!? DIE DIE DIE D- oh, a shadow. Ahem. As I was saying, nope, not crazy at all…”
Seiankornai: so, we shall go investigate the old town next week, deal with goblins, and definitely finish any combat by the end of the second week :P
A small troup of goblins sneak back down the way they came before the crazy human lady can get them
Malaina: hehehe, I see where Mala gets it!
Seiankornai: ((if we reach the end of hte 2nd week still in the middle of combat, I say we invoke “rocks fall, the goblins die”))
Helga: heh, OK, I’m getting off this channel. See you in IRC
Seiankornai: ((perhaps have the fight take place in some rubbleish terrain so we can actually cause it? :P ;) ))
Malaina is disconnected.