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Seiankornai has connected.
Jessaila has connected.
Host has connected.
Thurirl has connected.
GM has connected.
GM is disconnected.

  • Seiankornai awaits the setting of the stage
    Tak has connected.
    You have in your posession four, count them, ALL four fragments of Snowblades Scroll on Moonpools
    Jessaila: “Woohoooo!”

Seiankornai: ((technically we still need to go back to Faer Pahdris and get their fragment, as they only agreed to give it to us if we gave them copies of hte others, and I don’t think we did that yet))

Dragonhawk: Actually, mostly you have copies, and one is sort of a promisory note rather than a scroll per say – you should probably visit them next. After that, though, you can get paid by the original customer.

Isabis and Jessala, being the scholarly sorts they are, have taken the liberty of preparing copies for themselves as well

  • Jessaila kinda wants to, you know, READ IT herself.
    Seiankornai: “Well, now time for a long, liesurely trip back up north… then allllll the way back down here south… maybe we should go to the Riddle Masters first and get someone to go along with us, or something to activate a sunpool to take us right back here, or something.”

You have extricated yourself from Villintkivan’s lair (leaving at least one room in better shape than you found it in) and stopped back at Helga’s cottage for the night. Malaina is predictably monopolizing her aunt.
Isabis: “It’s not that far – not like we have to go all the way back to Talu Muan, just Faer Padris.”

  • Jessaila thinks it’s good that Mala is bonding with lost family, though she is a bit subdued at remembering her own lost loved ones.
  • Jessaila breaks her funk and nods to Isabis. “And it’s downstream the entire way. Easier travelling.”
    Isabis: “Maybe the Riddlemsaters’ agent will still be there, and we can turn it over to him.”

Isabis: “Or…there again. It’s been months.”

Seiankornai: “True.”

Isabis: ((anyone opposed to visiting Faer Padris first?))

  • Jessaila is fine with that.
  • Thurirl has no strong objections.
    Thurirl: “We still need to return to the dwarves. I believe they will want their fragment back, and may pay handsomely for it.”

Seiankornai: “Long liesurely river trip it is.”

Morning comes, and you resolve the destination debate on the way over the next pass. Your route to Faer padris takes you through Riverheim, where you take passage on a river boat. It’s not as fast as panicked flight drake-back, but it’s a lot more relaxing (especially for the drakes!)
Isabis: (you probably hear news of the other sunchasers there too)

  • Thurirl takes advantage of the river trip to get some swimming in.
    The Library of Kings allows you to copy their fragment in exchange for the other three copies, as promised.
    You whisper to Jessaila: You and Isabis can’t help noticing that…well…putting the fragments together doesn’t seem to have improved the readability of the scroll as much as you’d hoped.
  • Jessaila tries to puzzle-piece the four fragments together, and gets frustrated.
    Seiankornai: ((hmm, this is just after the other group visited the drakes, and before the events up in Faer Pahdris with the attempted assassination of the thoguth to be Raven King; though if the liesurely river cruise takes a month of more, then it might bring use close to the timeframe of that event))

Jessaila: “Isabis, is it just me, or does fitting these together… just as confusing as the four pieces apart?”

Isabis: ((it will take more like a week than a month))

  • Seiankornai is a total layabout on the barge down the river during the trip
    Isabis: “Well…the sentences that continue from one fragment to the next all make sense individually…”
  • Isabis sighs
    Jessaila: “But it doesn’t really contribute to the understanding of the whole.”
  • Jessaila has copied down a long section and is trying to work it all out.
    Isabis: “I think maybe dividing the scroll was redundant. It already had… a code? Something hiding the overall meaning.”

Seiankornai: “Ooh, riddles?”

Isabis: “Look, I’ve got our copies of this fragment, and I’ve confirmed it’s non-magical like the others. Let’s just get out of here before someone gets funny ideas about what we gave them and comes after us.”

Isabis: ((you may make investiage checks to learn the whereabouts of the agent, vs. 15))

  • Jessaila checks something out. « 1d20+9 = 19 + 9 = 28 » Investigate
    Player “Word” is not connected.
    You whisper to Jessaila: Word on the street is, word of your deal with the Library of Kings got out on the street, and the agent was called home to Arun to Explain why his hirelings are giving information to the rivals
    Seiankornai: ((ooh, so close to a cri, unless you got the basic skill mastery feat for that))

Jessaila: ((Nope.))

Jessaila: “Oh, about our agent contact.”

  • Isabis is “investigating” the menu of your selected tavern…
    Isabis: “Mmm?”

Jessaila: “I heard someone on the waterfront passing on a rumor they’d heard. Apparently our deal with the Library got out… and Arun recalled him.”

Jessaila: “Asking why his agents were giving information to the enemy. Essentially.”

Seiankornai: “Hmm?”

Isabis: “Oh? Why would – oh. Somebody’s probably throwing a high academic snit-fit about our agreeing to share information with the Library when the Library wouldn’t share with the College.”

Isabis: “Erm. We technically gave it to them first, too…”

Jessaila: “Yeah.”

Seiankornai: :“Which was required to give it to the others. And our agreement never said we couldn’t share the information.”

Thurirl: “I am quite puzzled about human rivalries like this. Bloodshed and war I understand, as my people engage in it. These tactics are quite new to me.”

  • Seiankornai doesn’t have a high opinion on human scholarly politics
    Isabis: “True, Seian. That doesn’t mean they’ll like it, though – possibly he is being raked over the coals for not making the agreement say something like that.”
  • Seiankornai probably doesn’t have a high opinion of drake scholarly politics either if there were enough scholarly drakes to have political drama about it
  • Isabis is part of human scholarly politics and still doesn’t have a high opinion of them
    Isabis: “It might be best if we made better time back south than we did coming here…”

Seiankornai: “So non leisurely flying now?”

Isabis: “It would be diplomatic.”

Jessaila: “It might, at that.”

Seiankornai: “Fine, fine. So when do we leave?”

Seiankornai: (what time is it?)

Thurirl: “Ah, diplomacy. The art of insulting someone in such a way that they take it as a compliment.”

Thurirl: “…until they have time to think.”

Isabis: (afternoon, but not particularly late afternoon)

  • Isabis is eating a late lunch
    Seiankornai: “That’s not the definition of diplomacy I’ve heard.”

Leisure time being over, the rest of you put in your orders, you eat quickly, and depart for Arun. You make…not /quite/ as good time as when you were worried about assasinations, but much better than a river boat anyway.
Over the course of a couple days hard flying, you fill the time discussing what to do next (asuming nobody is beating down your doors to hire you)
There are options of course: the Sunchasers’ lead-board is always an option – someone always needs help with something – but you also have a holding to consolidate, and perhaps a deliver to make to the dwarves (but you could theoretically ship it to them)
Isabis: ((delivery))

  • Isabis wants to go back to Goblins’ Doom Passhold and finish exploring – not to mention making sure the goblins haven’t come back
    Seiankornai: ((back and fourth, thank, hmm, was it God or Morru/Avva who made the sunpools? (well, obviously God can be thanked for everything, even if they were made more directly by Morru/Avva))
  • Jessaila is amenable to that. There was much interesting there!
    Isabis: ((The Traveler made the sunpools, actually – the one who tested you, remember?))

Seiankornai: ((ahh))

Seiankornai: ((/me wonders who he really is, where did he come from))

Thurirl: ((I’m fine with going back to the hold, though wanna go back to the dwarves too =P just to play Auric again))

Seiankornai: ((we can do the dwarves first after we’re delivered the scroll to hte Riddle Masters))

Isabis: ((I’m noting a potential subplot interest in the Traveler.))

Seiankornai: ((wooo! does that mean I can get a bonus AD next non-talky session? :D))

Isabis: ((OK))

  • Seiankornai beats his wings tiredly, but encouraged to once again see the mountains of his homeland beneath him.
    Seiankornai: “So where should we set down, Isabis?”

Isabis: “Go ahead and use the college landing zone. We’re on official business, after all – and besides, I’ve got a faculty facility-usage permit.”

Seiankornai: “Ok. FOLLOW ME DOWN VARI!”

  • Seiankornai circles down and lands in the college
    You know your way around from last time, and present yourselves at the appropriate office
    You are greeted a little coolly, but when you present the full scroll copy, they forget to be annoyed with you
  • Jessaila makes sure to present herself nicely.
    Professor: “COMPLETE! AHAHAHA! At last, at last, ast LAST! Two centuries of trying, to get this put together again!”

Seiankornai: “It wasn’t easy, but we did it.”

Professor2: “Stop cackling, you sound like some bard-story villian. I can’t believe this! All four…too bad they couldn’t get that crazy drake to give back the original of our piece…”

  • Professor1 is already following lines with one finger and muttering…
  • Thurirl begins to wonder if perhaps staying inside all day studying is the path to insanity.
  • Seiankornai thinks the only original one we have is the dwarven one
    Isabis: “Professor? Professor… a-HEM.”

Jessaila: “Does any of it make sense to you?”

Professor1: “In time, in time…er…I admit, it’s rather strange…”

Isabis: “Yes, well, you still have to sign our pay slip please. We did both battle and diplomacy for these, and spent a /lot/ of time on it you know.”

The professors give each other a sudden “uh-oh” kind of look
Professor1: “…go ahead, Archenauld.”

Professor2: “What? You’re the lead, you sign it.”

  • Jessaila mutters. “Didn’t actually expect to pay, hm.”
    Professor1: “You’re the one who suggested hiring the Estolin girl and her friends! You sign it!”
  • Seiankornai pushes his head forward closer to look at the two professors, “This drake would like his silver or gold.”
    Professor2: “I can’t, you’re the project lead!”
  • Professor2 gives Seian a nervous glance
  • Thurirl slips partially into shadow and begins fiddling with his shiny knife.
    Isabis: “The ‘Estolin Girl’ doesn’t want to have to discuss this with her father, gentlemen.”

Professor1: “Er…indeed. Give it here, then…”

  • Professor1 scrawls what might charitably be called a signature at the bottom of the form, as though hoping it will prove illegible.
  • Thurirl puts his knife away.
    Seiankornai: (if it’s illegible, we’ll just be back, and a drake gets hungry after walking around after a long flight :P ;) )
  • Professor1 and Professor2 seem determined to ignore you away now, having commenced arguing about the meaning of the third long line of text
    Isabis: “Somebody needs another refresher course on diplomacy.”

Isabis: “Come on, guys, let’s go see if the folks in the pay office are going to give us the runaround.”

Jessaila: “Heh.”

Seiankornai: “Ok, and if they don’t we’ll just be back.”

Isabis: “Oh yet we will.”

  • Seiankornai says this loud enough that the professors have no excuse for ignoring it
    Isabis: ((yes, even))

Your pay slip doesn’t actually contain a number – at least, not a currency number. It instead has a project number, and a spot to note “percentage prorated per contract,” which is properly filled in with “100”
Isabis hands it over the counter to a young worker (probably a student), who seems more interested in getting back to whatever he was reading than in your form
StudentWorker: "OK, job number 536

StudentWorker: “…”

StudentWorker: “That can’t be right.”

StudentWorker: “Be right back.”

  • Jessaila chuckles.
    Seiankornai: “Too low a value for our service?”
  • StudentWorker deserts his post uncerimoniously and heads into the back office
    StudentWorker: (talking too far away to hear) (someone replies) (talking again) (another reply, in exasperated tone)

OtherVoice: “The contract says HOW much?!?”

StudentWorker: “Well don’t yell at ME, that’s what it SAYS!”

  • StudentWorker and an older worker come out and attack a filing cabinet. There is much paper shuffling, muttering, and giving of strange looks over the shoulder towards you
  • Jessaila says sweetly “Is there a problem?”
    SeniorEmployee: “OK, Estolin, give it to me straight – did you bring back the lost treasure of the old Elves or what?”

Isabis: “Snowblade’s scroll. Complete.”

SeniorEmployee: “…right. You got an armored chest?”

Seiankornai: “Do we?”

Jessaila: “Um.”

Isabis: “Do we… need an armored chest?”

SeniorEmployee: “Well, you don’t want to walk out with 10,000 silver pieces in your arms, do you?”

Jessaila: “Hyark.”

Isabis: ((bluff checks not to get bug eyed and slack jawed, vs. 20))

Seiankornai: “We could take it to my parents’ cave, it’s not too far from here, until we get a proper chest.”

Isabis: « 1d20+9 = 19 + 9 = 28 »

  • Jessaila bluffs. « 1d20+11 = 10 + 11 = 21 »
    Seiankornai: ((I claim autosuccess due to drake personality :P ;) ))
  • Isabis keeps an admirably straight face
    Isabis: ((LOL, OK, Seian is surprised but his eyes do not glaze over))

Seiankornai: ((I wouldn’t say surprised, but definitely gleeful))

Seiankornai: ((greedy gleeful))

Isabis: “I assumed we’d be getting a bank draft. If we need a chest, we’ll get one and come back.”

Jessaila: “Quite.”

Seiankornai: ((maybe surprised in an “ooh! Goody!” way))

SeniorEmployee: “For a bank draft in this amount, we’d need the president to counter-sign the check. And apparently the agent who set thip up put an actual chest of silver in a vault by way of escrow.”

StudentWorker: “…maybe we could sell them the chest that is currently in use?”

  • SeniorEmployee snorts
    SeniorEmployee: “Sure, we’ll take 40s off the top before we hand it over. Why not?”
  • Jessaila looks at the senior.
    Seiankornai: “That’s a very expensive chest.”

Jessaila: “Now, boys, I’m sure you recognize that’s not the right thing to do.”

SeniorEmployee: “What do I know from chests? You want me to go look up the inventory value of one chest, provided by Janno Agent, or you want to provide your own?”

  • Thurirl is a little stunned, eyes glazed over as he imagines what to do with his share.
    Jessaila: “How about we promise to return your chest when we’ve unloaded it?”

StudentWorker: “We’re supposed to ask for a deposit if lending out College-owned gear to occasional workers…”

  • StudentWorker seems uncertain
  • Isabis glares at him
    Isabis: “Fine. I’ll leave my facilities card as a deposit, how’s that?”

StudentWorker: “…if you’ve got a facilities card, then why are you at the window for…”

  • SeniorEmployee facepalms
    SeniorEmployee: “She’s got immediate-family priviledges on account of a faculty parent. Just go get the chest, Jorey.”

StudentWorker: “ME?!? I can’t sign for that!”

Jessaila: “That’s okay.”

Jessaila: “We’re trustworthy.”

In the end, the senior goes for /his/ senior, and between them they manage to get you a small chest
You sensibly take it to the counting room of the nearest bank, where you confirm that it contains 10,000s worth in the form of 5,000 silver pieces and 500 gold pieces
Jessaila: “You know.”

Jessaila: “I think I have an urge to buy a nice gown and visit the opera tonight, or something similarly frivolous.”

Isabis: “I am going to buy a gown my /cousins/ will be jealous of!”

Jessaila: “…okay. Sounds good. Let’s do this!”

Seiankornai: “Well, I’m going to add mine to my hoard… and possibly have some crafted into a quite dazzling adornments for myself.”

Jessaila: “Isabis, I hope you know how to buy a gown your cousins will be jealous of, because I have no idea what that means.”

You divide the wealth, honorably remembering to send Grok and Jamshid their shares (prorated by 25% since they dropped out before dealing with Villintkivan) and giving the “round-off error” coins to Vari as usual.
Isabis: “It means we walk into the most expensive seamstress’ shop in the city and say, ‘Make the King’s daughters jealous, my good woman, money is no object!’ That’s what.”

Jessaila: “Oh. Sounds like a plan.”

With that much money burning holes in your pockets, bags, and bank accounts, you can’t resist taking a week off in Arun. (Downtime coin loss applies)
Isabis: *************Pause Game Log**************

Dragonhawk: You get lots of XP

Thurirl: ((must you make me do math and finances? D=))

Dragonhawk: by my calculations, about 100xp less than we need to level….

Dragonhawk: forget that. Set your XP to “Level 10”

Seiankornai: yay!

Dragonhawk: for the log, I will specify that that is +12099xp

Jessaila: YAY!

Thurirl: um, yay?

Jessaila: Yes, YAY!

Dragonhawk: we will end early to level, so you can get TGU to help you

Dragonhawk: you start downtime wiht +1663 sp (the Varis get 22sp to split)

Dragonhawk: You get reputation equal to legend + 5 + 4 + 1 (that is, legend + 10)

  • Jessaila goes out with Isabis and buys a pimped out gown for the opera.
    Dragonhawk: O.o

Dragonhawk: I wouldn’t apply that particular adjective to womens’ clothing myself…

Seiankornai: decked out?

Jessaila: It’s an expression. Seian’s got the idea right.

Dragonhawk: heh

Dragonhawk: OK, so here’s the other player survey:

Seiankornai: ask in irc so Mooch can participate?

Dragonhawk: I’m hearing “sell stuff tot he dwarves then visit the hodling”

Dragonhawk: IRC survey says “Yes”

Dragonhawk: *****************Log Unpaused **********************

  • Jessaila goes out with Isabis and buys a decked-out gown for the opera.
    Jessaila and Isabis make the front page of the society papers the day after their opera appearance; it is just barely possible the king’s daughters really will be jealous.
    The day after that, you finish stocking up on more mundane supplies and take ship for Moru’s Mirror to sell dwarven artifacts to the Dwarf King
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