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When last we saw our heroes, they were in a clearing at the edge of the island, getting thoroughly shocked by Thurirl’s alternate identity.
Thurirl: ((that reminds me… where’s that “Impersonate” command?))

  • Malaina frowns, not liking this one bit and folds her arms
    Most everyone is still dealing with odd magical effects from the water at the ‘vortex in the hidden river’
    Seiankornai: ((it’s /im name))
  • Thurirl begins teaching his fellow party members how to pronounce his pseudonym… those who aren’t realy sure of it anyway.
  • Thurirl spends extra time making sure the ogre remembers not to call him by the wrong name.
    Seiankornai: “I’m wondering if you should or shouldn’t tell him that this name has more glory for you where we’re going.”
    Grok: “Short lizard?”
    Grok: “Small lizard? Hey you?”
    Thurirl: “…my height has not changed since I donned this disguise.”
    Isabis: “Remind me again why you would…this?”
    Grok: “You smaller than Seian and Vari still.”
    Seiankornai: “He has a point.”
    Malaina: “Because he is nothing but a two-faced liar! Let’s go already, don’t we have something to find.”
  • Malaina stalks away from them, both Vari’s trotting behind her
    Thurirl: “I thought it wise to prevent the dwarves from knowing my true identity. I have yet to meet a race for whom honesty was prized more than gold for every single member.”
  • Jessaila raises an eyebrow. “Eh?”
    Thurirl: “…ah. I believe I have neglected a very important matter regarding my friendship with Malaina.”
    Seiankornai: “It would seem so…”
    Seiankornai: “Best to correct that.”
  • Thurirl sighs. How ever did it slip his mind?
    Thurirl: “Indeed. Though perhaps it’s best to do so while in transit. Time is, I regret to say, quite short.”
    Isabis: “How so?”
    Seiankornai: “Right, let me know when we’re ready to move on.”
    Isabis: “I mean, there’s no particular point in standing around out here all night, but we have until nightfall before the gates close.”
    Thurirl: “Forgive me. Perhaps I am not too different from my false persona. A good merchant knows that time is money, as do those who seek to vanquish evil.”
    Jessaila: ((How many days has it been since the incident at the vortex?))
  • Grok wonders when all this tallkie stuff is over and he can smash something.
  • Malaina has been ready to go
  • Thurirl walks over to Malaina. “Do you wish to talk to me?”
  • Malaina frowns at him, looking a bit hurt and disappointed, “No, we are on a mission, maybe later.”
    Seiankornai: ((brb, computer is going a little wierd O_o))
    Seiankornai: ((Seian will fly off with everyone once we’re ready, bbiab))
    Seiankornai is disconnected.
    Isabis: ((IIRC Jessaila’s leaves just fell ))
    Isabis: ((So about that long))
  • Thurirl sighs and nods. “Very well. I will seek your forgiveness when you are ready to give it.”
    Malaina: ((How long?))
    Jessaila: ((Three days, then.))
    Thurirl: ((brb; garbage))
    Jessaila: “Yeah, I need to get into town to find a wig-maker. Never thought I’d ever have to say that…”
    Isabis: ((OK yes, three days.))
    Isabis: “Well, all right then – maybe ‘Aurix’ knows where the good wigs are in this city.”
    Malaina: ((so we heading to the gates before they close?))
    Seiankornai has connected.
    Seiankornai: ((back))
    Grok: ((Grok certainly will. in fact, he’s pretty close to them now.))
    Seiankornai: ((/me reads the log he missed on the server))
    You pass through the gates of the dwaven/Ahset capitol a good hour before sunset and immediately see differences from other cities of your acquaintance; one main road leads up the hill, and the other leads undegroun.
    Seiankornai: “It’s all so neat and orderly here, even the underground portions.”
  • Jessaila is a bit too grumbly to be impressed by the orderliness, since she’s trying to fix a handkerchief into a makeshift turban.
  • Malaina still a bit too upset to appreciate anything
    Isabis: ((updating the “you are here” on the region map))
    Isabis: “It will be nice to see the upscale parts of town this time, instead of playing at being lowlife mercenaries.”
    Isabis: “Let’s get a hotel for the night and clean up and so forth…er, maybe Jamshid can hide out in his room?”
    Seiankornai: “Yes, it would. Perhaps Thu- Aurix can show us around.”
    Seiankornai: “I guess we should find an inn first of all.”
    Seiankornai: “Come my dear merchant master lizard, show this prince of dragons the hospitality of this realm.”
  • Seiankornai makes a sort of overdramtic drake half-bow
    Isabis: “Better just give him directions and let him carry us, it’ll save all manner of other chaos if he’s moving us and not anyone else.”
    Thurirl: ((back))
    Seiankornai: ((wb))
    Seiankornai: ((oh right, need to concentrate on just moving the party ))
    Seiankornai: “Which way?”
    Thurirl: ((argh))
    Seiankornai: “And do you think, before we enter a dungeon, we should wait for this to wear off?”
    Isabis: “I don’t know…first we have to enter a castle, though, and that could be awkward too.”
    Malaina: “We don’t know how long each effect lasts for us as individuals, could be days, could be weeks.” (I am saying that cause I am assuming we never got told an accurate time limit)
    Jessaila: ((We were told OOC, but our IC information was a best guess.))
    Isabis: ((no, all you know is who’se effect will wear off next. Jessaila has started off the pseudo-timeline with the falling of her weird leaves))
    Malaina: (Well, I don’t think we have alot of time to just wait around))
    Isabis: \im who
    Seiankornai: \im ATestName
    ATestName: ((host here))
    Isabis: ((is there a setting you can fix for Thurirl? I can’t find it offhand))
    Aurix: ((there we go))
    Seiankornai: ((yay))
    Isabis: ((moving on then))
    Seiankornai: “Where to, my fine lizard of wealth?”
    Aurix: “Oh, I know this lovely little place! Just beautiful! And pretty cheap too! Hmm, now… was it on the upper or lower level?”
  • Aurix does his best to recall the inn… and he seems to be taking his time doing it as if he really can’t recall…
    Aurix: “Oh, right! I think it’s on the upper side…”
  • Jessaila thinks Thurirl’s alternate personality is a tad disconcerting, and wonders if he’s trying some sort of psychological warfare…
    Seiankornai: “Right then. Off we go everyone!”
  • Seiankornai takes a few steps then takes to wing
  • Isabis mutters to the other women, “The worst thing is, eveyone will think we’re strange for being creeped out by it all…”
  • Aurix isn’t acting out of the ordinary, not for him! And a few in the crowd seem to give him a glance and dismiss him…
    Seiankornai: ((lotsa dwarves looking as gawdy as him? ))
    Jamshid par-Bahadur has connected.
    Aurix: “…well, I suppose I could have spent a few days getting to know you better, you know, before I joined this little adventure of yours….”
    Seiankornai: ((greetings))
    Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((greetings, sorry I’m late))
    You whisper to Grok: That reminds me, I stocked Grok’s bag. The dice say the previous owner was a bard!
    You whisper to Grok: and I’m not saying I rolled for the profession of the owner; I’m saying that on two separate tables of mundane items, I managed to roll three musical intruments, sheet music, and TWO fancy hats
    Seiankornai: ((we’ve just arrived in the dwarven city, and Seian is flying us all to an inn at Thurirl’s direction, who is currently going by the name of Aurix))
    Player “So” is not connected.
    You whisper to Grok: So Grok will soon have a chance of throwing a hatchet followed by a lute
    Isabis: ((Welcome glad you made it on))
    Aurix: ((Aurix Cha’sid. Pleasure to make your acquaintance!))
    Aurix: ((…those of you who speak Draconic get the joke. =P))
    Grok whispers: so what kind of damage does a hat do, anyways?
  • Jamshid par-Bahadur does neither
    Aurix: “Such a lovely city, really! And the underground part is just as lovely, if not more so! Ooooh, perhaps we can see the stonework later! It really is amazing what they can do!”
    Jessaila: “Amazing indeed. You know any wigmakers here?”
  • Aurix keeps up the chatter even if Seian flies too high for them to be overheard… because Thurirl is paranoid and Aurix is talkative.
    You whisper to Grok: 1d4+1 stress damage, when it comes out of a magic bag between an axe and a glaive, and smacks the shocked target in the face
    Aurix: “Ah, hmm, well… I suppose there might be one… I’ll have to rack my memory for it…”
    Seiankornai: ((but are they really out to get him?))
  • Malaina ignores him
    Aurix: ((they will be soon enough)
  • Seiankornai begins his decent to the inn
    Grok whispers: what can I say, the loot tables give what the lute tables give.
  • Isabis gets smacked into a lamp-post by accident and is suddenly 60 feet ahead of the rest of the group
    Isabis: “Ow – Aah!”
    Grok whispers: also, I was hoping to have one special item in there with our permisson. I’d like a kitchen sink in there
    Grok LOL Kitchen sink granted.
    Seiankornai: “Ack!”
    Isabis: ((dratted post failure))
    Grok: Giving away all my fun stuff. ;-)
    Jessaila: “You okay, Isabis?”
    Aurix: ((…oh dear. I get the feeling we just got part of a whisper conversation. O.o))
  • Seiankornai flies a bit higher and in circles now
    Aurix: “Oh! Oh my! Isabis, dear, are you quite all right?”
    Seiankornai: “Throw her a rope or something.”
  • Vari lands a distance away with Mala since he likes to fly under his own power
    Isabis: “Um, just a bruise and a what happened?!? Did I pass out? I hit the lamp post and then I was here with no in-between that I can remember.”
    Seiankornai: “I don’t think there was a between!”
    Jessaila: “I’m wondering that myself.”
    Isabis: “But, but I don’t know HOW to teleport.”
    Aurix: “Well, er… I’m not sure that matters right now, dear… that chaotic magic can be so… well… unpredictable!”
    Jessaila: “Chaotic.”
    Seiankornai: “Did you touch the water, Isabis?”
    Isabis: “Yes, but I’m already glowing, and we haven’t been near the water in days! …wait, I remember now. The first time I was touched the water it didn’t seem to do anything.”
  • Malaina will go into the inn herself if the others are going to stand around and talk
    Isabis: ((er, “the first time I touched the wtaer” ))
  • Isabis walks back to the others
    Isabis: “WEll that was unnerving. Lets try again, without the lamppost…”
  • Seiankornai looks for a suitable place to land that won’t smush everyone
    Aurix: “Oh, yes, yes! That would be best. Wouldn’t want to bruise that lovely face of yours!”
  • Jessaila watches Isabis.
  • Isabis rubs her shoulder and tries not to look too weirded out by Thurirl/Aurix
    You make it to the inn without any further excitement, to find Malaina and Vari already checked in.
  • Malaina sees about getting some food and see what they have for specials
  • Aurix goes to the innkeep to chat him up and arrange for rooms.
  • Aurix considers spending a little more to get Malaina and Vari a nicer room…
    You whisper to Malaina: The inn specializes in mushroom dishes of every description
  • Malaina decides to try one of the mushroom dishs herself and asks if they have any raw meat she can purchase for her drake
  • Seiankornai would like some very fresh meat as well, and a small barrel of wine. Or maybe mead.
    InnWaitress: “Ah, yeah, drake food. We have goat and donkey, but between you and me the donkey tends to be pretty tough.”
    Malaina: “Heh, I will take a couple of goat platters please.”
  • Vari will never admit he has stolen a goat or two when he was younger
    InnWaitress: “And the cook makes a Vessa dish, duck with mushroom sauce, that’s hardly cooked at all – well, for scaleless customers we get it up to rare at least, but he knows how to do it the ‘authentic’ way too.”
    InnWaitress: “…but if you want that in bulk, you have to give us 6 hours warning at least.”
    Malaina: “Well, I don’t want to trouble you, I will get him the Vessa dish.”
  • Jessaila thinks about what to order.
    Aurix: “Waitress! You mentioned something about duck with mushrooms? My, my, it’s been so long since I’ve had mother’s best dish…”
  • Jamshid par-Bahadur cleans up and then heads down to the common room for a glass of wine and a goat pie.
    Jessaila: “I want a bit of fried chicken that I can attack with unseemly gusto.”
    You whisper to Malaina: unless Vari will be full on one duck, you want Vari to stick to goats for the night – they already have enough goat
  • Seiankornai will also take a couple of goats
  • Malaina orders Vari some goats
  • Malaina but will try one of the mushroom stews
  • Jessaila is sick and tired of leaves in everything, and has decided to pursue elven carnivorism.
  • InnWaitress takes down orders: 4 goats, one Vessa Duck with Mushrooms, one fried chicken platter
    InnWaitress: “Be right back!”
  • Malaina goes to find some place to set down
  • InnWaitress pauses to watch Jamshid and his insect moat move across the common room.
    InnWaitress: “Eugh….”
    Malaina: “Maybe he can eat outside?”
  • InnWaitress gives the kitchen the orders and then goes to whisper to the innkeeper
    Seiankornai: ((poor Jamshid ))
  • Innkeeper is a fat dwarf with, at the moment, a red face and a deep frown
    Aurix: “Oh, uh… oh dear… I did… er… I rather forgot about his, uh…. ‘companions’…”
    Innkeeper: “Excuse me, sir…”
    Innkeeper: (at Jamshid)
    Innkeeper: “But what is the meaning of, of, of THIS?”
  • Innkeeper gestures at the insects
    Jessaila: “Oh dear.”
  • Aurix looks distressed, coming over to try and intervene.
  • Innkeeper steps on a roach, and the ants promptly pick up the bounty and carry it to the other side of Jamshid
  • Jamshid par-Bahadur shrugs eloquently
    Innkeeper: “…”
    Innkeeper: “That’s all you have to say for yourself??”
    Jessaila: “We’re going to get thrown out of this inn without dinner, aren’t we…”
    Malaina: “Jamshid, I think you better just stay outside for now.”
    Jamshid par-Bahadur: “I have no idea why these creatures have developed such a fondness for me this day, but if you wish I can take my meal outside”
    Aurix: “I am SO sorry! We just came from a place with some rather, uh… colorful magic… I promise you, though, he’ll be leaving with all of them…”
    Seiankornai whispers: can I spend some action dice, using Narrative Control, to have had a bag of gold dust and spread it on the floor near Jamshid, and say the bugs waste is gold?
  • Grok orders several big meals for himself, and proceeds to consume them.
    Aurix: “If you wish, I can make arrangements at another inn. I am really so sorry for the trouble; it just slipped my mind!”
    Innkeeper: “IF I wish? I definitely wish! I…I…what the…”
    Seiankornai: “Well, we ought to tell him, it’s only fair.”
  • Innkeeper looks closely at the floor
    Seiankornai: “If you notice the floor, it’s collecting a bit of shiny material.”
    Seiankornai: “That’s gold. The bugs, er, leave it behind.”
    Innkeeper: “Uh…”
    Seiankornai: ((/me spent 2 AD on Narrative Control))
  • Innkeeper brushes away bugs and rubs the floor with a finger tip
    Malaina: ((Nice))
    Aurix: “…I didn’t know they did that.”
  • Jessaila wonders why the bugs are pooping gold pieces.
    Aurix: (3… 2… 1….)
    Innkeeper: ((and at least 30sp of gold dust!))
  • Seiankornai whacks Thurirl under the table with his tail
    Aurix: “Ohhhhhh! Think of the possibilities! Why, this could solve all our financial problems! All of them!”
    Aurix: “Ow!”
    Innkeeper: “Seriously? They’re the BUGS that lay golden eggs? I’ve herd of geese, but bugs?”
  • Malaina sighs and goes to find some place else to sit and wait on her food
    Seiankornai: “Ummm, not eggs.”
    Malaina: ((So are my Varis getting 2 goats each?))
  • Innkeeper squints at Seian, then at Jamshid
    Aurix: “What? I haven’t been paying attention to the bugs!”
    Seiankornai: “A bit of chaos magic in the swamp got them attached to him.”
  • Aurix sighs dramatically and pulls out a piece of parchment, making scribbles on it…
    Seiankornai: “Sadly, we don’t think they’ll stick around forever.”
    Innkeeper: “Look, I, ah, you….you can’t be in the food area, I don’t care what kind of bugs they are. But we can send up whatever you want to your room, and you can, um, keep the gold-makers up there, OK?”
  • Aurix appears to be making estimates on the effect of having massive quantities of gold….
  • Jamshid par-Bahadur is also running mental calculations
    Innkeeper: “Gold…I mean, bugs that make gold? How have I never heard of this before??”
  • Aurix stops for a moment… and then stares in horror at the parchment.
  • Seiankornai wonders how they’ll react when they find out Seian took the precaution of getting a bag of gold dust, and discretely spread a bit of it on the floor where Jamshid would sit
  • Aurix crumples it up as quietly as he can… which is to say with a lot of noise…
    Aurix: ((the real trick is making sure he’s not as quiet… that was one of the hardest parts))
  • Inkeeper glances at Aurix, sees that chatty Vessa from before getting ready to redo his notes, and goes back to the front desk shaking his head
    Malaina: ((I thought the innkeep was a her?))
    Seiankornai: ((That was the waitress))
    Malaina: ((Ahhh, ok))
  • Inkeeper ((is the waitress’s father ))
    Inkeeper: “…gold bugs…”
  • Seiankornai wonders how many thieves will come tonight in search of the bugs that lay the golden… dust
    Congratulations, you have started an urban legend that the dwarves will still be telling for decades to come.
  • Aurix tries to throw the paper into the mouth of one of the drakes when they go for a bite of food.
    Aurix: ((XD lol))
  • Seiankornai fwoomps it
    Aurix: “Ah, thank you. Some things aren’t meant to be, you know.”
    Inkeeper: (( 1 rep to Seian for the appreciation drakes will show for this in later days, and 1 to Jamshid for being ‘the man who draws the golen bugs’ ))
  • Aurix tries to engage in small talk, completely dropping the subject of limitless gold… and ignores any mention of it.
  • Seiankornai quite enjoys hte rest of the night, chuckling to himself about the whole ordeal. He’ll be sure to sprinkle a bit more gold dust where Jamshid goes
  • Waitress eventually serves goats to Vari, Seian, and Vair and assorted fowl to the smaller folk
  • Aurix thanks the waitress for the meal and tips her.
  • Waitress cheerfully serves you all, says goodnight…and sweeps the floor under Jamshid’s table
  • Malaina eats her food and enjoys the sight of the two Varis snapping at each other when one thinks the other is getting to close to their goat
  • Jessaila stares for a few moments at her fried chicken in something akin to rapture, and begins eating it happily.
    Waitress: ((do any of you want to do anything special before you start in asking about the scroll fragment?)
    Waitress: ((your recommended starting place here is the royal palace))
    Jessaila: ((Wig shop, or someone with hair-growth magic.))
    Waitress: (shopping, check))
    Malaina: ((Did Jess ever get that special commission?))
    Aurix: ((other than maybe finding old contacts, I dunno… though I swear I planned to give Aurix a butler…))
    Jessaila: ((I don’t believe Jess did get the commission, though it should arrive soon-ish.))
    Waitress: ((you can hire one as a temp from the right guild))
    Waitress: ((oh, it’s being forwarded from the other inn by now))
    Waitress: ((mail takes a while to catch you up when you move around this much))
    Seiankornai: ((Seian probably was able to give a decent forwarding address with the last batch of letters he sent, though))
    Aurix: ((I would think mine simply has to “Return to Sender” so it comes back to town =P))
    Waitress: ((well, he could name the right post office to hold things for them anyway, yes.))
    Waitress: ((remember, though, there are also couriers that specialize in finding sunchasers And periodic forwarding services that collect suff up and send it when you know you’ll be in the same place a while; that’s how you all got mail at the end of the mine-security job.))
    Malaina: ((Oh, where is Thurirls/Aurix pack staying?))
    Aurix: ((…oh dear. This could get complicated.))
    Waitress: ((on the island where he changed clothes at the moment, although…))
    Aurix: ((if they follow him, he’ll have to find a way to get them to behave…))
    That night, the inn is an iffy place to sleep. Half the stray muts in the city seem to have gathered around for a howling convention.
    RaggedPack: “Awoo! Ao-ao-aoooooo!”
  • Seiankornai ears flick in annoyed sleep, but he doesn’t awake
  • Malaina now finds another reason to be mad at him, but sleeps easily enough with both drakes having their wings draped over her
  • Aurix sighs and goes to deal with it, approaching the front door of the inn. “Pardon me…”
    RaggedPack: ((The pack leader!!)) “Arp arp woof arf yarp yarp yarp”
    A chubby tunnel-dog licks "Aurix
    on the toes
    Aurix: “No no no no! You can’t all stay here! I don’t have nearly enough coin for this!”
    RaggedPack: " ? "
  • Aurix does his best to keep his voice down while still convincing the pack to be quiet and try to find some nearby alleys to sleep in.
  • RaggedPack divides itself up into tunnel-dogs, general muts, and runaway lap dogs and takes over the alleyways nearby
  • RaggedPack doesn’t howl…much…the rest of the night, though there are a few outbreaks of barkings
  • Aurix rather wishes there was a way to dispel this thing. This isn’t very conducive to business.
    Aurix: ((meanwhile, Thurirl thinks on how to turn this to his advantage…))
    When daylight comes, you go about your business; shopping for some and dealing with creatures for others, according to your needs.
  • Jessaila sleeps peacefully, still not breathing naturally, and thus silent as the dead.
    RaggedPack: ((get the local animal control to pay you for clearing out the usual haunts))
    Aurix: ((heh))
  • Jessaila searches for something to do with her lack of hair.
  • Seiankornai findsa good place to set down, and doesn’t move much
  • Aurix tries to get the pack to understand he needs them to keep a low profile… or perhaps just wander through the city and see if he can put them to use somehow…
  • Isabis buys Saian a big book to keep him company while he’s not-moving
    Seiankornai: “Thank you, Isabis. What is it about?”
    Jessaila: ((Meat preparation.))
    jessaila finds a decent wig maker – they even make beard wigs for dwarves who have suffered disfiguring losses of chin hair
    Jessaila: (( ))
    Seiankornai: ((Seian already knows enough for that; Catch it, eat it ))
    Jessaila: “I… don’t need a beard. I’m an elf. Need head-hair, not chin-hair!”
    Isabis: “Underwater ecology of the mirror.”
    Seiankornai: “Oooooh.”
    Seiankornai: ((A seafood menu!))
    Wigmaker: “Of course, of course – I have something in a long braid, or shorter styles over here…”
  • Jessaila persuses the selection.
    Jessaila: “…this thing with spikes. Surely this one’s some kind of joke?”
  • Wigmaker also has a section of wigs that come pre-attached to hard hats in various styles
  • Wigmaker snorts, and admits, “It’s shockingly popular among the younger generation. It’s not my favorite type to make, but they do sell, and at least I’ve saved some poor mother from finding her child has actually CUT his hair like that!”
    Jessaila: “…kids these days.”
  • Jessaila makes a selection of a wig, something cut short, colored like a symphony of brown that’s close to her normal color.
    Wigmaker: “Yes, well. Kids all days, really; I was a right terror in my youth – oh, that looks well on you! Here, try this mirror.”
    Jessaila: “I suppose I did terrorize my parents when I was younger. They couldn’t wait for me to grow up and start kissing the boys instead of throwing rocks at them. Or throwing them into the swamp.”
  • Seiankornai reads allowed to passersby
  • Isabis gets her hair styled and irons her best ‘visiting VIP’ outfit
    Seiankornai: aloud
    Jessaila: "You’re right, that *does
    look good. It’s close to my natural color, and isn’t so long that it will snag on foliage or anything."
  • Aurix tries to figure out what to do with his pack… and isn’t sure what to make of the occasional “offering”…
    Wigmaker: “If your worried about snagging, you can always try the wig-and-helmet combinations. They’re more popular with miners of course.”
  • Malaina just doing a bit of exploring
    Dwarven tunnel-dogs look like scaled-up dochshunds, and are trainable and intelligent, often serving as the riding-dog kennel’s equivalent to the pack pony.
    Jessaila: “Mmm, I’ve never used a helmet before now. I try to avoid getting into brawls with things bigger than I am.”
    Thurirl learns that they also hunt moles with great skill
    Aurix: “Well, yes, that is a very big mole, and I’m sure you’re proud of it…”
    Wigmaker: “Really? And here the rumor mill has it that you beat an ogre in single combat – or was that another of the sunchasers? You are one of that big group of sunchasers that’s staying at the inn on Wagtail street, aren’t you?”
    Tunnel-dog: “Arf!”
  • Tunnel-dog wags his tail happily
    Aurix: ((…you named it that just now on purpose, didn’t you?))
    Seiankornai: ((maybe thye won’t blame it on us, if dogs there are common >.>))
    Jessaila: “I am in that group, yes.”
    Jessaila: ((Did I beat an ogre in single combat? I don’t recall…))
    Tunnel-dog: ((Wagtail street? Just now because it was on my mind, yes. …I assure you, it’s due to the fact that it’s one street over from Butcher’s Way, and of course they share alleys, so there are often dogs there.))
    Tunnel-dog: ((Jess, not really, it’s just that the rumor mill insists on giving a reason for Grok being in the party. Pray he never hears that one ))
    Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((I’m off for the evening … night all))
    Seiankornai: ((goodnight))
    Jamshid par-Bahadur is disconnected.
    Seiankornai: ((hmm, it is getting late-ish))
    Seiankornai: ((perhaps we should get to a point where we’re ready to delve into the dungeon and then call it a night))
    Jessaila: “As for defeating an ogre in single combat, I don’t recall ever doing that. I have defeated a few ogres – in a group fight, though.”
    Tunnel-dog: ((it’s earlier than we usually end, but I admit I would benefit by an extra week to prepare speechifying text and so forth))
    Grok: ((I have to get going too, so I’m going to sign out.)) Night all
    Grok is disconnected.
    Wigmaker: ((goodnight))
    Wigmaker: “Really? I must have misheard somewhere. That’ll be 18 silver and 3 bits.”
    Wigmaker: ((OK, let’s wrap this up, we’re losing people))
    Jessaila: “Thanks. Much appreciation for this.”
    Jessaila: “Irritating wild magic – need to learn to stay away in the future.”
    You wrap up your shopping and preparations and head for the castle to see about the scroll. The Riddlemasters suggested you start with the castle archivist.
  • Seiankornai reads his book to Grok, keeps him out of trouble
  • Aurix does his best to make sure the pack doesn’t crowd him too much, insisting they stay in a wide, loose group through out the streets, and that he’ll call when he needs them.
    Aurix: “Look, I know you all want to come, but I really do need you to stay outside. I’ll be safe! I have the other members of the pack here, the ones on two legs. They’ll take care of me, promise!”
  • RaggedPack incorporates the wolves and kodos that came along from the swamp, and eventually they settle down in small groups to wait
  • Aurix sighs and follows the group. “I am so sorry! Really, I don’t know what to do with them. I never imagined returning to my beloved city would be such a hassle!”
    Isabis: “Well look at it this way; they’ll love what it does to the local rat population.”
    Seiankornai: “How’s your reputation holding up?”
  • Aurix gives Isabis a dry look.
    Malaina: “…Whatever, let’s get going.”
    Aurix: “It’s holding, but I’m going to be the laughing stock at the Merchant’s Guild!”
    Aurix: “I doubt I’ll ever live this down.”
    You manage to get into the castle with no wolves, kodos, or tunnel-dogs
    A careful sweeping job and a little magic just before entry hides the insect issue long enough, and everyone else manages to look sufficiently non-dangerous that they can ignore the oddness.
    You whisper to Thurirl: A little shi-tzu sneaks in after you as the doors close
    MajorDomo: “Whom are you here to see, again?”
  • Aurix does his best to look important, but not too important, and keep a smile on his face.
  • Aurix is also pretty sure he did not tell the little furball behind him to follow…
  • Furball runs up behind the group and concentrates on looking like a fluffy adorable housepet
    Malaina: ((That is so cute))
    Isabis: “The head of archives, please sir.”
    Majordomo: “Down the hall, to the left, past the armor gallery, left again, don’t touch anything. The archivist’s office is to the right just inside the archives.”
  • Jessaila follows Isabis, having dressed like some sort of bodyguard
  • Isabis courtseys like a pro and heads off down the hall
  • Malaina follows after Isabis
  • Seiankornai is not present
  • Aurix follows as well, giving a quick wave to the Majordomo along with a courteous smile.
    Behind you, you can hear the majordomo telling a lesser servant, “…and get the lad from the kennels in here, one of the queen’s little white muts is following visitors around again.”
  • Isabis turns left and walks past many suits of dwarven armor
  • Aurix really does hope it’s not the Queen’s… royal housepets might get a little dirty following him…
    Malaina: ((I can so hear it saying ‘Packleaderpackleaderpackleader’ in a high pitched voice))
    Aurix: ((oh gods, please, no XD now I have that image in my mind))
  • Furball is joined by a cleaner, fluffier example of his breed and they follow “Aurix” together, yapping occasionally at the excitement of it all
    Malaina: ((Packleader, look at me, packleader, look at me, packleader, look at me!!))
    Aurix: ((XD Thurirl is going to have an aneurysm…))
    Furball: ((in shi-tzu dialeck, that comes out as “Yip! Yip yipyip yip! Yip yip!” ))
    Malaina: ((Shi-tzus!!! I own one!))
  • Aurix is nearly twitching his eye. It’s hard to tell if this is part of the act… or a clear sign of annoyance…
  • Isabis stops at the entrance to the archive and picks up Furball
  • Jessaila thinks this strangeness is becoming normal, because she’s not surprised by this at all.
  • Malaina picks up the other, cleaner furball
  • Aurix is at least glad he doesn’t have to hear their claws on the floor anymore. Hasn’t any heard of claw trimming?
    Isabis: “All right – lapdogs contained, and on to the Archivist.”
    Aurix: “Thank you, my dears. I really do apologize; you can find solace in that they’re driving myself just as insane. If not more so.”
  • Aurix shoots a look at one of the dogs when it yips.
    Isabis: “Well, at least one of them lives here, so hopefully they won’t get us in trouble.”
  • Isabis knocks on the office door
    The door is opened by a junior archivist, who promptly stands aside when you state your business. His senior comes out to speak with you.
    Archivist: “What can I do for you fine folk today?”
  • Archivist looks curiously at the dogs
    Malaina: “They were following us and we felt it was better we keep a hold of them until someone claimed them.”
    Archivist: “Ah. And here I thought you were seeking the queens unparalleled collection of literature on the breeding of small dogs.”
    Isabis: "Actually, we’re looking for the Ahset fragment of Snowblades’ notes on moonpools.
    Archivist: “…oh, not this Again! You’ll have to make an appointment with the king. I’d recommend a private audience, it’s an embarassing subject all around. Here, I’ll give you an authorization so they’ll take the request seriously.”
    Jessaila: “Again?”
    Aurix: “Yes, well, we understand the difficulty. We would be more than happy to keep things, uh… out of public view, shall we say?”
    Archivist: “What, do you think you’re the first people ever to try to reassemble the scroll? The riddlemaster, the sixth tower, and the dawnbringers have all been trying ever since the first break-through over 140 years ago, plus dozens of independent sunchaser groups and individuals a decade.”
    Archivist: “I’ll give you a gold coin if you came here with more than one fragment already in your posession.”
    Jessaila: “Just one gold coin?”
  • Archivist hands the authorization note to Aurix
    Archivist: “I don’t bet what I can’t pay out.”
    Malaina: “Don’t we have one already? Or at least a copy?”
    Jessaila: “Two, actually…”
  • Jessaila mutters that under her breath.
  • Malaina pats Jess’ shoulder
    Archivist: ((one. You don’t get the tower’s fragment until you get back there with the others, and the Matha fragment has to be rescued from the crazy drake))
    Archivist: ((so the Dawnbringer fragment was your first, technically))
    Archivist: “Which two, then?”
  • Archivist raises a skeptical eyebrow
    Jessaila: “Sorry, one. The Sharos Fragment.”
    Archivist: “That’s what I thought. Everyone has the one they got when they were hired, but nobody gets any further than that – and our is just plain, well, the king will explain it.”
  • Archivist sighs
    Archivist: “Anyway. Take a right at the hallway, past the armor, right again at the main passage, skip the next two rights, then third right will take you to the king’s appointments secretary – alcove on your left after the portrait of Longtooth.”
    Malaina: ((Should I try to roll an Impress to get some faith?))
    Archivist: ((save it for next week and the King, I would say))
    Malaina: ((kk))
    You follow directions and pick up another shih-tzu and an appointment.
    Next week: why the archivist can’t give you the fragment
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