Log 97

Logs Index
Main Page

Log 96
Log 98

Seiankornai has connected.
Host has connected.
Malaina has connected.
Jessaila has connected.
Dragonhawk: Good evening

Jessaila: Evening.

Seiankornai: hello here

Thurirl has connected.

  • Seiankornai looks over the black drake we’ve found
    Last time on Days of Our Sunchasers:
    In a deep slightly quavering voice, the black-scaled creature demands: “Who dares invade the lair of the g-great and powerful Nightscale?”
    Thurirl: ((oh gods, she’s turning us into a soap opera…))
Nightscale: (( ))
  • Thurirl remains in the shadows, trusting to his skills that he won’t be seen. ((Spot check for the scaly Princess of the Night.))
    Seiankornai: “I am Seiankornai deev’Ornhysvear.”

Jessaila: ((It is I, the Dorothy of the Princedom of Kansas, who have come to slay thee for the sake of my shoes.))

Seiankornai: ((translated that is “Herohearted son of Silversoarer”))

  • Nightscale sees this well in the dark: « 1d20+19 = 7 + 19 = 26 »
  • Jessaila casts Water Walk on herself.
    Seiankornai: ((so Thurirl is still hidden, yay!))
  • Jessaila makes with the magic. « 1d20+13 = 18 + 13 = 31 »
  • Nightscale shrieks
    Seiankornai: “We are looking for a fragment of a certain scroll.”
Nightscale: “NO MAGIC!”
  • Malaina jumps a little
  • Jessaila looks startled. “Oh?”
  • Nightscale rears her head back like a snake about to strike and hisses at Jessaila
  • Thurirl finds her reaction strange, but says nothing.
    Seiankornai: “She ment no harm, I am sure.” ((Impress « 1d20+8 = 3 + 8 = 11 »))

Jessaila: ((We doomed.))

Seiankornai: ((« 1d6 = 6 » boost, please))

Seiankornai: « 1d6 = 2 »

Jessaila: “I’m sorry – I did not mean to offend the great and powerful ((Trixie)) Nightscale.”

Nightscale: “If you think I’ll let you magic me and steal my hoard – AGAIN! – You’re dead wrong with the emphasis on DEAD do you hear me?!?”
  • Nightscale sounds as panicky as she is angry
    Malaina: ((Want me to roll?))

Seiankornai: ((please do))

  • Nightscale resolves « 1d20+6 = 13 + 6 = 19 »
    Thurirl: ((hang on… magic? steal? again?))

Seiankornai: ((even, but I have the bigger bonus))

Malaina: « 1d20+14 = 18 + 14 = 32 » Impress
  • Nightscale is temporarily persuaded not to attack, but seems rather on edge all the same
    Malaina: ((I take it I don’t need to roll a Double Boost))

Seiankornai: ((probably not, now make some words for that roll ))

Nightscale: ((Malaina, you need to interact with Nightscale to use the roll)) Malaina: ((Coming up with the words))
  • Malaina steps forward, making a calming gesture, “Please great dragon, we mean not harm to you or your territory and we have no wish to steal from you or bring you any distress. We have come here on an important mission to help save the world, which in turn would help save you, and we are looking for something of great importance and you are quite possibly our last hope.”
  • Nightscale listens to the human too (?) « 1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7 »
    Seiankornai: (( XD ))
  • Nightscale is impressed in spite of herself (( ))
    Jessaila: ((Hee!))
Malaina: ((Wow))

Seiankornai: (( I shall activate taht error!))

Nightscale: “Heroes… who want me to help them?”

Seiankornai: “Well, why wouldn’t we?”

Nightscale: “Hehesss… I am the world’s last hope!”

Jessaila: ((LAF!))

  • Nightscale swims a little closer
    Malaina: “Yes great dragon, we have searched up and down these caves and we were told of your great presence and I just knew you would be our last hope. If we can save the world, I would tell of the great dragon who saved the world to anyone and everyone.”
  • Thurirl is amused, but thankfully he is not given to boistrous laughter. Bad for stealth.
  • Nightscale brings her oversized head up right by Malaina and gives her the excessively-close eye; undoubtedly this would be very stressful if Malaina wasn’t totally used to drakes in her personal space
    Nightscale: “What is it you want of me, then?”
Nightscale: “Is…is there some false hero you want me to eat?”
  • Nightscale sounds kind of hopeful
    Malaina: “We have not ran into any false heros no, but I am sure I will run into some one day and I will tell where they can find you so you may show them that you will not tolerate their falsehood. We have been sent to find a scroll, a Fragment, that will allow us to stop the Crone from returning.”
Nightscale: “Oh…yes. The red fellow said something about that but I got distracted with the magic.”

Seiankornai: “No, no false heroes. Though plenty of goblins if that is suitable. The Crone has a great army of them. Oh, hse does have the 99 Knights as well, though I don’t think they are suitable for eating.”

  • Nightscale frowns at Seian
  • Malaina sends Seian a look that says ‘Shut up!’
    Seiankornai: “Being not quite alive and all.”
  • Seiankornai quiets down
    Nightscale: “Why should nights not be suitable for eating? I hate nights. Nights and heroes…I never would’ve fallen into that whatever it was if not for the horrible horrible nights and heroes.”
  • Jessaila makes two noises that sound suspiciously similar to “Yargh” and “Gulp”
  • Nightscale shudders, spreading ripples over the lake
  • Thurirl is curious now. This does not sound like someone from their world at all.
    Malaina: “Well, great dragon, if we can find this scroll, would there be any way to help you get back to your home? So you can find those that drove you here and finally exact your revenge?”

Seiankornai: ((are you deliberately missing the ‘k’ in all those “nights”? ))

Malaina: ((lol)) Nightscale: (( …and I’m spelling “knight” with no K. um…. Nightscale has an accent, yeah, that’s it. ))

Nightscales eyes are suddenly covered in a green film…
Seiankornai: ((she obviously has an American accent for knight, while we’re still saying it as “Kuh nikt”? ))

  • Malaina hopes she hasn’t offended her or got her riled up again
  • Nightscale suddenly bursts out crying, acitid greenish tears rolling down her face and hissing against the rock at Malaina’s feet
    Nightscale: “I don’t KNOOOOOW!”
Nightscale: “I don’t know how I g-got here!” Nightscale: “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I DIDN’T MEAN IT!!!”
  • Thurirl is a little surprised at this. He is not used to seeing drakes cry, if drake she really is.
  • Malaina jumps a bit, and it takes alot for her not to just go up and hug her neck, but she looks sympathic, hating to see any drake…or dragon like creature, cry
    Malaina: “Oh please great dragon, don’t cry, I didn’t mean to upset yo uand I certainly know you didn’t mean it!”
Malaina: “I just hate for you to feel homesick, I know how it is when you can’t go back home…”
  • Nightscale submerges briefly, hiding her face until she regains her composure
  • Thurirl has an epiphany: this is not a drake. Whatever it is, it is young and very inexperienced. And very, very lost…
    Nightscale: “Did you swim through a mist-portal too?”
Malaina: “The sunpools? Yes, we sometimes use them to get from place to place.”

Seiankornai: “No, we live in this world.”

Malaina: “Great dragon, if you can help us find this scroll, I promise, I will do all I can to help you find your way back home.”
  • Malaina says this with great convinction and determination, and she doesn’t take her promises lightly, knowing she has no real home to go back to anymore, not for the last 13 years
  • Nightscale suddenly comes all the way back up and rests her feet on the ledge
    Nightscale: “Really?!?”
Nightscale: “Tell me EVERYTHING you know about that scroll!” Malaina: ((brb))

Seiankornai: “It’ll probably take a good wizard to find a proper pool to send you back home. But in the mean time, you could live somewhere better, like the Black Peaks where my people live.”

Malaina: ((back)) Isabis: “There’s a good lake there, near a wizarding college.” Nightscale: “And…and no heroes would bother me?”
  • Seiankornai looks over Nightscale again, this time with a single male’s eye toward a female, just in case.
    Malaina: “None would bother you, I would thrash myself if they tried.”

You whisper to Seiankornai: Looking at her that way…she looks like a youngling halfway through the big youth’s growth spurt. Which means she’ll probably grow another size category if she gets enough to eat…

  • Malaina unhooks her Halbred and slams the buttend against the ground, holding it out by her side, “This I promise, I will make sure you are never bothered, never harmed and help you find your way back home!”
  • Nightscale blinks at Malaina
  • Malaina is quite serious
    Malaina: ((She is just emphasizing her point))

Seiankornai whispers: ah, so she’ll be taking the Truely Massive feat when she’s grown
Nightscale: “You must be very strong for your size, if you thrash heroes regularly.”

Isabis: “Well, there’s knights and heroes, and then there are sunchasers. We’re the next level of power /up/ from there, you see. Ask anyone.” Nightscale: “…what happens if you /catch/ the sun?”

Thurirl: “It is not a literal term.”

  • Thurirl steps from the shadows, bowing in apology.
    Jessaila: ((We eat it with a side of cookies and milk.))

Thurirl: “Forgive me. For one such as myself, it is natural to observe before making myself known.”

Seiankornai: “Oh, that’s just a saying. See, we and those like us use the sunpools, which teleport those who enter them at the times around noon when the sun is highest.”

  • Nightscale startles but gives Thurirl a reasonably polite nod
  • Thurirl is glad his entrance did not result in acid to the face. Rather hard to be stealthy when your eyeballs are melting.
    Seiankornai: ((oh, has anyone answered her question yet about what the scroll fragment looks like?))
Nightscale: “I…I don’t understand, exactly, but you were supposed to tell me about this scroll.”
  • Seiankornai nudges ISabis forward to do that
  • Malaina gestures for Isabis to speak since she has a better idea with things like this
    Thurirl: ((impressive reach he has =P))
Isabis: “Well, it’s about as wide as…actually nevermind that…it was upstairs here, and it was probably kept in an impressive-looking location, maybe with a fancy case. Have you encountered anything like that?”
  • Nightscale bobs in the water – was that a shrug?
    Nightscale: “I have a bunch of things like that. They were in one of the rooms the dwarf-people took.”

Seiankornai: “Ah, your hoard?”

Nightscale: “Well, I didn’t want to keep them with the rest of my hoard before, because you know…paper…but when the dwarf-people took over the big rooms, I gave up and brought them down here or they’d have taken them away.”

Thurirl: “This may take some time to sort out. Fortunately, we have no pressing matters to deal with at this time.”

Nightscale: “Stupid dwarves…just because some /other/ dwarves made the place…”
  • Nightscale swims away.
  • Malaina rubs at her arm a bit
  • Malaina watchs Nightscale a little sadly though
    Thurirl: “…she makes a point. Dwarves have some quite strange and unusual ideas about ownership.”

You hear rattling and sliding sounds and mutterings from Nightscale as she sorts something on a small island at the very edge of your lights
Seiankornai: “Such as?”

Thurirl: “I would advise you to run any contract with them by myself first, or a trusted associate of mine. Some of them are quite clever and devious when it comes to business.”

Nightscale: (muttering from ‘off-stage’) “Careful now…mama’d scale you if she caught you being careless with waterproofing your treasures” sniff

Thurirl: “…I should advise her to do the same, if the dwarves can be convinced not to harm her.”

  • Nightscale dives back into the lake, and surfaces momentarily between Malaina and Jessaila again.
  • Jessaila steps back politely.
  • Thurirl notes that she is an adept swimmer. He wonders if she’d give lessons?
  • Nightscale carefully places several…ungly sticks of wax?…at Malaina’s feet
    You whisper to Thurirl: Nightscale is acquatic…she doesn’t know how she does it, it’s like asking a human for walking lessons
    Malaina: “Thank you great dragon, I don’t think I have the words to go beyond saying thank you.”

Thurirl whispers: Fair enough.
Isabis: “I have a few words…What are those?”

Jessaila: “Sealed against water.”

Nightscale: “Exactly. They’re scrolls. I think. I took them for the cases, like you said. Um, and then when I lost the dry lair I had to cover up all the pretty jewels.”
  • Nightscale sounds sad about the last part
    Isabis: “Oh, of course. …candle wax?”
  • Malaina picks them up carefully
  • Nightscale nods glumly
    Malaina: “Should we open them up?”
Nightscale: “I didn’t have any flat sheets of it like my mother used to buy from the elves. I had to steal fire and burn the candles just to get the wax where I needed it, and it ended up all dirty-looking and lumpy and stuff.”

Seiankornai: “Well, we only need the scrolls, right?”

Seiankornai: “We could clean up the cases and then they’d be proper hoardables.”

Isabis: “We won’t find out what they are any other way…we’ll have to give her some more waterproofing materials after, for the ones that aren’t what we’re looking for.”
  • Isabis frowns at Seian
    Seiankornai whispers: I’m guessing she isn’t wearing a satchel harness
    Isabis: “Wait, are you saying scrolls aren’t valuable?”

Thurirl: “I am certain you did your best with the materials you had at your disposal. A comendable job. I believe the scrolls shall be quite dry.”

You whisper to Seiankornai: What, in the water, and with all the acid she puts out? Of course not

  • Malaina tries to see if she can carefully open one while the others are talking
    Seiankornai: “No, but they’re not proper hoardables that glitter like gold or gems, and resist the environment, or drake.”
Isabis: “Pass one to me please, Malaina.”
  • Jessaila offers to assist Malaina.
  • Isabis helps by carefully opening another
  • Malaina passes one to Isabis
    Seiankornai: “How is the water, by the way, warm or cold?”
  • Thurirl takes out a knife and proceeds to help as best he can.
  • Nightscale fidgets nervously in teh water as the strangers ‘mess with her hoard’
    Thurirl: “…we do apologize for this. If it were not necessary, we would not even have disturbed you.”
Nightscale: “Oh, it’s, eh, it’s warm enough. Not as nice as a proper swamp…kinda mountainy really, but. Warm enough. I guess.”
  • Nightscale sighs
  • Seiankornai slips into the water, and makes room for one of the Vari’s to come over
    Thurirl: “Ah, yes. Swamp water may be ‘dirty’ and ‘unfit’ for others, but it is most excellent for swimming. I have always enjoyed the waters of my home.”
Nightscale: “The water where I fell through the mist-portal was nice and warm, but the people were bad. Too many heroes in grey robes.”
  • Vari 2 stays right where he is with his twin
    Seiankornai: “Grey robes?”
  • Nightscale watches you open « 1d12 = 2 » scroll cases
  • Nightscale watches you open « 1d12+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 » scroll cases
    The first several cases you open prove to contain geneological records. (Dwarves – what can you say? They’d probably love to have them back.)
    Number 5, however, actually proves to contain the fragment you are looking for!
  • Jessaila cheers.
  • Malaina grins
    Malaina: “I believe you have helped us save the world great dragon!”

Thurirl: “Excellent. We are one step closer to final victory.”

Malaina: ((Can we take the other scrolls?))

Seiankornai: “Rawr! Good.”

Malaina: ((Not the cases, just the scrolls))

Thurirl: ((Perhaps with her permission, otherwise best to let it be.))

From talking while the others open things, Seian discovers that Nightscale came through the wild sunpool in the Gronver, stole the contents of several fish-traps, got into an altercation with the fishermen, and after further escalation ended up fleeing the Gronver pursued by Hazelighters
Thurirl: ((Poor thing is a bundle of nerves right now… so lonely and scared…))

Dragonhawk: “Yay! So…so how do we start looking for back-home?”

  • Thurirl notes that he and the dragon have one thing in common: a dislike for Hazelighters.
    Seiankornai: “Ah, so that’s why they chased you. Next time if anything like that happens, you should probably ask for help rather than just take things. Unless they’re bandits or the like, then you can wreak vengence upon them and probably get paid.”
  • Malaina leaves that explanation to the people who know better, but will work as hard as she can to make it happen
  • Nightscale seems unclear on the distinctions Seian is trying to make
    Seiankornai: “Hmm, so I guess you’d prefer to live in the Gron’Ver swamp rather than the Black Peaks, even though there’s more drakes there.”
Malaina: “Why would a dragon want to live the the drakes Seian” gives him a pointed look to drop the drake bit

Seiankornai: “Do you have a satchel harness? Like mine?”

Nightscale: “I don’t have a good bag. The cloth one I got from the dry lair place fell apart.”
  • Thurirl has mixed feelings over Nightscale living in the swamp. If his tribe mistook her for a Dragon Queen… oh dear…
    Nightscale: “…I’m bad for stuff. The bridge is going bad too.”
Nightscale: “I… I think I want to live where the wizards that know about going home are, not where the grey-robe people are.” Malaina: “I believe that would be a very good idea.”

Seiankornai: “Ok, that’s probably better for your safety. Hmm, how much of a hoard do you have? Will you need help moving it?”

Thurirl: “I see. Your nature is acidic. We must advise those she chooses to live with of that. She must be given accomodations that resist corrosion.”

Nightscale: “Well… If you lend me a light, I can probably show you.”

Seiankornai: “Thurirl?”

Jessaila: “I can get it.”

Thurirl: “Did you not notice her tears earlier? They seemed to hiss upon the rocks.”

Jessaila: “I’ll need to cast magic, though. Is that permissible? It shall not be hostile.”

Seiankornai: “What was it you cast before?”

Nightscale: “I…I…if you /promise/…”
  • Jessaila casts Dancing Lights.
    Jessaila: “Water Walk.”

Seiankornai: “Oh, useful.”

Nightscale: “Oh…”

Thurirl: “I believe she produces a powerful corrosive substance, and that she cannot help it.”

Nightscale: “I thought it might be…nevermind.”
  • Thurirl gives a glance at the water with renewed understanding… and alarm.
  • Malaina tilts her head, “Might be…what great dragon?”
    Thurirl: “…you may not wish to swim in there for a prolonged period.”
Nightscale: “…something bad.”
  • Nightscale frowns at Jessaila
    Jessaila: “An attack, I presume.”
Nightscale: “I /said/ nevermind.”

Jessaila: “Most of my magic is not very useful for attacking.”

Modifying the fog-of-war manually without a server running affects only the global exposed area (i.e. the entire map), even
if one or more tokens are selected. If you want your changes to apply to individual tokens, start a MapTool server with
Individual Fog enabled (you can leave the Alias field empty to make an anonymous server, if you wish).

This warning will not appear again for this campaign.

  • Malaina nods, and drops it
    Seiankornai: “The water doesn’t feel too bad, though there is a current, so it’s probably not able to build up enough..”
  • Malaina makes sure the scroll casings are put back together to give back to Nightscale
  • Nightscale swims over to the hoard with the light and gestures to it
    Nightscale: “I can carry it all if I have a good bag. Or a big box, maybe.”

Thurirl: “Dilution. I had not considered that. Still, I would advise caution lest we lose something valuable…”

  • Thurirl drops the subject, unsure if the dragon is sensitive about her acidic nature.
    Malaina: “Hmmm, I can probably include one of the Vari’s saddlebags to help.”

Nightscale has her hoard spread out on the little island, much of it inexpertly waterproofed by the same method as the scroll cases; it would probably take quite a large treasure chest to hold it all, but not more than two of the usual caravaneers’ size.
Nightscale: “There’s a channel up to the high lake – I could swim stuff up there if it would help.”

Nightscale: “Can you swim underwater? How are you going to get out past the dwarves?”

Seiankornai: “We cleared out a bunch of undead, so the dwarves are happy about that.”

Malaina: “Seian, if I had one of the Vari’s give up his saddlebag, would that help her as well?”

Seiankornai: “Hmm, probably. I can donate an extra bag as well.”

Isabis: “Do you remember seeing a ‘high lake’ when we flew in? Or is it still underground?”

Thurirl: “A moment. Perhaps it would be wise to take inventory, so as to be sure we do not lose a single piece upon the journey.”

Malaina: “I don’t recall, but when we get back up the surface, me and the Vari’s can fly up and look around more throughly.” Nightscale: “No, it’s open to the sky – I go up there to hunt orcs sometimes. It’s in a valley.”
  • Malaina calls for her Vari’s to come down so she can take off one of the saddle bags
    Nightscale: “…and I know my hoard. I don’t need to, to /write/ stuff to know it.”
Malaina: “We’re going to need your saddlebag for a while.”
  • Thurirl nods. “Very well then. Please forgive the insult. I should know better than to imply you would never miss even a single gold coin.”
  • Nightscale looks at Vari
  • Vari 2 sits up on his haunchs and works the latchs and straps to shimmy it off
  • Vari 2 grabs it up in his mouth to settle back down on all fours
    Nightscale: “Wow. …you’re a pretty color.”
  • Vari 2 looks over at the black colored….water dragon/drake thing and then looks at himself…and then seems to blush
  • Malaina isn’t sure how she should take that
    Nightscale: “… …thanks for the bag”
  • Vari 2 nods his head since his mouth is full and leans his long neck over to hand her the bag, his twin peeking his head down to watch
  • Nightscale snags the bag and goes over to start packing her hoard for the move
  • Thurirl observes the drakes and dragon with some amusement. Some things are indeed universal, no matter the world.
    You whisper to Malaina: You can tell embarassment in drakes by the way they move more than anything else…Nightscale too, it would seem.
  • Vari 2 seems to fidget, rubbing at his scales, looking around as if he can’t keep his eye on anything for more then a moment
  • Malaina sighs and rubs at the side of her head with her hand, “He is growing up way to fast…” she whispers.
  • Seiankornai chuckles quietly to himself
  • Nightscale agrees, somewhat anxiously, to pack her things and meet you outside.
    Malaina: “Thank you again great dragon!!”

Seiankornai: “…Now, we need to figure out how to get back up.”

Nightscale: “You’re, you’re welcome great, great – you better be up there like you said!” Malaina: “We will, don’t worry! Be careful going up there!” Nightscale: “OK. See you at the lake then.”
  • Nightscale swims off into a narrow channel NE
  • Malaina lets out a breath
    Malaina: “Go back the way we came, very slowly?”
  • Seiankornai goes back to the deep opening, and judges whether he could fly out or not.
    Seian, you could /swim/ out if you could hold your breath long enough – it’s sort of a fully enclosed waterfall
    Thurirl: “I am not confident of my ability to swim that distance behind her. It would be prudent to return to the dwarves anyway and inform them that their former neighbor has relocated to another domicile.”
Isabis: "Perhaps we could take a shortcut out the entry the orcs cut in near the un-Vessa territory. Malaina: “I don’t know, they didn’t want us going through there and I don’t fancy a fight…” Malaina: “Maybe, if we can try to force the door open?”

Seiankornai: ((like like I can hold my breath without problems for 18 rounds, then need fort saves after that))

Malaina: “We can’t leave there waiting for a long time, she’s homesick and she may not show, but she’s scared too. We’re probably the only living beings that have actually talked to her civilly in who knows how long.” Malaina: *her there

Seiankornai: “I could probably try swimming after her, and meet you guys at the top.”

Seiankornai: ((what’s Vari’s con score?))

Malaina: ((14?))

Seiankornai: ((so he can hold his breath for 14 rounds, in case it’d be easier for him to get out by swimming instead of flying or climbing))

Thurirl: “A companion may increase confidence in our realibility.”

Thurirl: ((*reliability))

Malaina: “Ummm…I could possibly send one of the Vari’s with you Seian?”

Seiankornai: “Ok, though I’ll try going first.”

  • Seiankornai attempts to swim up the waterfall ((Atheltics « 1d20+10 = 15 + 10 = 25 »))
    Malaina: “I think we better just go the way we came, might be easier this time around.”
  • Seiankornai quickly comes back,
    Seian swims…into a dark tunnel…a steep dark tunnel…
    Seiankornai: “Oooookay, not going to make it that way.”

Seiankornai: “Let’s try flying up the tight hole.”

Isabis: “Considering how comfortable she was swimming all the time, I imagine Nightscale may be of a water-breathing race.”

Hovering up the hole is…annoying mostly, and leaves the drakes tired

  • Jessaila scampers up the chain ladder.
    It does have the effect of reuniting you with Thurirl’s pack, so that’s a plus.
  • Seiankornai clings to the ground once at the top, “Erg, was not ment to fly like that. How are you feeling, Vari?”
  • Malaina makes sure the kitten makes it up safely
    Thurirl: ((So I wasn’t the only one concerned about the little ball of fluff?))

The humanoids aren’t exactly ready for battle after the long climb either, frankly.
Vari 1: “My wings feel a bit sore, but that will pass as long as we get out of here.”

  • Thurirl takes a moment to rest and greet his pack, and apologize for leaving them alone.
    Isabis: “I’m so ready for a rest. How long have we been in this benighted place?”
  • Wolves sniff and wag tails and bark a little…all is forgiven?
    Malaina: “Long enough if you ask me, but we did what the king doubted we could do.”
  • Malaina assumes Isabis safely tucked away the scroll when it was found
  • Seiankornai then gets up and starts moving through the small, secret hallway
  • Malaina lets the drakes go first since they need to be more careful
  • Thurirl and his pack follow soon afterward.
    Isabis: “Nightscale left the geneologies with me, too. I can’t wait to transcribe them!”
  • Seiankornai checks if the doors out have been unlocked for us
    The doors have not been unlocked, but asking for Nimir (well, several times very loudly) eventually gets them /unlocked/ so you can come out without invading the closet again.
    The dwarves are only too happy to get out out of their territory – they don’t seem to actually believe you about Nightscale leaving, which cuts into the gratitude you expected.
  • Malaina is ready to get back to the fresh air, not really caring if the dwarves believe them or not
    Seiankornai: “So long ,farewell, goodbye.”

Thurirl: “A pleasant day to you all.”

  • Malaina only gives them a passing wave
  • Vari 2 totally ignores them
  • Jessaila nods politely.
  • Vari 1 follows after Mala
    You make your way back up to the fungal cavern
    Thurirl: ((“But how can you tell it’s day?” “You can’t, and neither can they. Politest Dwarven insult you can give.” =P))
  • Jessaila peruses the area to ensure there are no returning foes.
    The Bonestopper doesn’t seem to have reformed in it’s last location, nor do you see or hear any of the not-Vessa here at the moment
  • Malaina wonders if they should stop and rest or keep going and they can rest when they find Nightscale
  • Jessaila is prepared to get to the surface, and will urge the others onward.
  • Malaina agrees, ready to get back to fresh air
  • Seiankornai continues on up and up and up till they reach the orc encampments
    Thurirl: “I would not prefer to rest here. My distant relations may insist upon making trouble for us.”
Malaina: “Well, lets keep going.”
  • Seiankornai wants a sky to fly in proper like… after a short rest.
    Isabis: “If we can get out the orc door, we’re nearly there.”
Isabis: “It’s just up and around through the crypt, remember? Where the bears are.”
  • Malaina keeps on going
  • Isabis encourages the tired drakes to keep moving too – Nightscale will beat us out as it is, and she seems awfully skittish
  • Seiankornai goes on till he’s out
  • Jessaila does likewise.
  • Thurirl wonders what will become of the bears… he hopes they’re either well-kept or killed cleanly. Wouldn’t do for them to starve.
    In the stream cavern, you startle two not-Vessa centuries, but the foreigners promptly slide into the stream and under the arch, and thus fail to impede your progress
    You whisper to Thurirl: You are reasonably sure the bears are kept as attack animals, and therefore fed enough to stay in shape if not as much as they’d like.
    Eventually, you come out on the side of the mountain – overlooking a dark lake!
    Jessaila: “Huzzah!”

You aren’t particularly near where you went in, but you are in sight of one black ‘dragoness’ swimming in nervous circles near the edge of the water

  • Jessaila waves.
  • Malaina takes in a deep breath as she approachs the shore
  • Vari 1 follows close behind with his twin
    Seiankornai: ((is it day or night?))

Dragonhawk: (( on 1 it is day « 1d2 = 1 » ))

It is early morning, the sun just rising over the mountain right in front of you across the lake.

  • Malaina stretchs, “Good to see the sun again.”
    Isabis: “Yeah, but I think that means we stayed up all night.”
Malaina: “True, let’s check up on her and see if we can rest for a bit before leaving.”

Seiankornai: “…I think we’ve been down there a long time.”

  • Seiankornai leaps into the air and glides down to the lake
    Jessaila: “We have been.”
  • Malaina waves to the ‘Great Dragon’ to get her attention, hoping to quell her nervousness
    Thurirl: “I did feel that our adventure was consuming a great deal of our time. A rest would be the wisest course of action.”

Isabis: ((you slept twice inside, so you spent three days ))

Malaina: ((Hmmm, so we weren’t down there as long as I thought.))
  • Vari 2 goes over to the lake, crouchs down to get a drink of fresh water
    And so, as the sun rises over a group of exhausted Sunchasers, voluntarily making camp on the shore of a lake inhabited by an acid-spitting…Mega-Drake?…
    (Yes, all Sunchasers are crazy)
    Our heroes feel that subtle internal ding that means their experiences have lifted them to new levels of competence!
    Thurirl: ((And we like it that way! Less telemarketers.))

Seiankornai: ((yaaaaaaaaaay!!!!)))


Seiankornai: “Hello Nightscale, we are here now.”

Game Saved
Log Saved

Log 96
Log 98

Logs Index
Main Page

Log 97

Sunchasers DH The_Grand_User