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[GM]: SETTING: The party sits around a table in a pub in a one-horse village called
'Augmena' just south of the three mountains called The Guardians. A man has just
appeared wearing a long white robe, white pointy hat, and having a long silver-grey
beard. Anne has just called him Veridon Augmena and he acknowledged her cleverness in
figuring that out. The party feels somewhat manipulated. Time is just after noon on
Bright Tuesday, Methorah, Summer of 1133p. BEGIN SESESSION #56 --
[GM]: The mans takes a seat and looks at each of you, "A very good point lady Lydia"
Lydia is feeling beyond "somewhat manipulated". She feeling downright annoyed, but she
grudgingly takes a seat.
[Anne]: Anne takes a seat between JD and Jamison
Thor sits and waits
[GM]: Veridon "My intention was not to manipulate, but to bring you all here in the best
way that I could."
Jamison looks upon Anne with adoring eyes..
[GM]: Veridon "My appologies for any stress that I may have caused you."
[Valek]: "Well, may I please inquire what way that was, I can't seem to remember...."
[Anne]: "More confusion than stress, really... What do you want of us?"
[GM]: The pub is modestly filled with small tables and one large square table in its
center, all in a plain style bearing the mark of a time past. No ornamentation is
present, which is not uncommon for a small-town pub. The wooden floor is neatly swept,
but shows signs of heavy wear. A man stands behind the bar cleaning a mug with a linen
cloth. He appears old and worn, slightly slumped over, dressed in wool pants and a heavy
linen shirt also remnisent of a time past. Three tapped kegs and a few mugs are all that
is visible behind the bar.
[GM]: Veridon turns to Valek, "My, the scroll of course."
[GM]: Veridon looks at Anne and smiles.
[GM]: Veridon removes his tall pointy hat. As he does this you all realize that he is not
as old as his beard makes him seem. He appears as a Human in his mid- to late-thirties and
although his eyes show the look of ancient wisdom, his body shows no signs of wear. He
carries a staff which appears to be hand-cut and crafted without any intracacies and a
large heavy leather satchel worn on a strap over his shoulder that seems heavily worn.
[GM]: I think it would be appropriate to get a description of each of the PCs. With any
changes that may have occured during the past year included as well.
Anne smiles back, both at Veridon and Jamison... she looks unsure, but ready to hear the
strange man out.
Lydia sits at the table, peering out at everyone with sea-green eyes through heavy
spectacles. Her long auburn hair is bound into a light braid and lies draped over one
shoulder. Her fair skin is complimented by her creamy tunic and her light tan trousers,
both of which look slightly the worse for wear. Her tunic appears stained with more than
just the dust and dirt of the road.
[Lydia]: (Sorry, long description, and I didn't even get height and weight in there. ^^;)
[GM]: I will also point out that none of you have ever seen anyone wear spectacles.
[Lydia]: (Good point. ^^;)
Thor is Human, now in his late twenties standing just over 6 feet tall. Is usually seen
wearing a worn leather backpack and a pouch hangs from his belt, and is always carrying his
shield, slung over his shoulder when not in use, and his trusted shortsword hangs in a
scabbard from his belt.
[Anne]: Anval Ironfist - Sister Anne her friends call her - is a beautiful young woman of
20-21 years, with long red hair and a magnetic personality. She wears battle armor -
heavy chainmail covered in the Tabard of the Holy Church of Methor. Her helm sits beside
her on the table, and her only weapon, a heavy mace, dangles from a strap at her waist.
She looks open, friendly, and caring - but also stern and alert. Now and then she sneaks
sips from a small silver hip-flask, when she thinks people aren't looking. Any stares are
met with an embarrassed blush - then a Stern (but not unfriendly) look afterwards.
Valek shrugs obviously still unable to remember, but accepting what the man has stated as
simple fact as just that. His slim almost elifine features are pure bone white and
colourless, while his almost goblinlike ears and short stature makes this 'man' who appears
to be a dwarfed albino elf with long pointed ears in his late 20's early 30's seem rather
inconciquential, his eyes have a dull red ting, and he squints sligly in the light of the
bar, givin you the idea that he is not used to seeing light of any kind. His hair is well
kept, and the same bone white as his skin, slinked behind his head and behaving like it
were an extension of his skin. He wears a common black cloth cloak and carries a medium
sized staff made from heavy black wood
[GM]: None of you except for Jackdaw have ever seen anything like Valek.
Lydia once again looks warily at Valek and Jackdaw.
[GM]: As Veridon sighs and looks at all of you, something in the face behind the beard
looks familiar to you.
[GM]: IQ roll from everyone please.
Valek waits timidly, not seeming at all uncomfortabal in this situation, the pristine
expression on his face looks as if it may not change were a dragon breathign heavily upon
him... Upon seeing Lydia's gase he smiles softly and bows his head looking away.
DICE for Anne: (3d6) : 3d6=2,5,1 = [ 8 ]
DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=1,2,6 = [ 9 ]
Jackdaw is a slightly built young faun, with brown hair (again!) and soulfull brown eyes
[GM]: ....and please tell me by how much you make of fail it.
[Anne]: succeeds by 6
DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=4,6,5 = [ -2 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): suceeded by 10.
[Jackdaw]: bloweded it
[GM]: You can whisper if you like
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): -2
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): He looks familiar, but you cant place him.
(GM whispered to Anne): During Anne's first battle on the front lines. An old soldier took
her under his wing and showed her how to pace herself so as to save her strength for the
heat of battle. She was comfortable in his presence, since he could not see due to his
age. He weather-beaten but tough, appearing in his sixties, and the other younger men
called him "Old Scraggly". Anne once asked his name and he told her to call him "Auggy ...
call me old Auggy!" This man could have been Veridon's father according to his looks.
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=6,2,6 = [ 0 ]
DICE for Thor: (3d6) : 3d6=6,5,1 = [ 12 ]
(GM whispered to Valek): Very few Humans venture down into the "Underdark", but once in a
large library in one of the major cities of The Fell (I assume they have such things), you
did run into someone calling himself Human. He spoke to you in your own tounge and said
that he was a traveller seeking knowledge. You ended up going to dinner with this man and
talking about many things. This man appears to be him, yet 40 years younger and with a
beard.
(Lydia whispered to GM): Oooh. Spot on.
(Thor whispered to GM): fail by 2
(GM whispered to Lydia): There is a man back in Regia that sells old ancient books on
Alchemy. He is always there, and never appears to have any customers. You always thought
you had an excellent 'find' in this shop and always seemed to find exactly what you needed
at the time. This man looks like the same man except the man in the shop is 40 years
older. Perhaps his father?
(GM whispered to Thor): He looks familiar, but you cant place him.
(Anne whispered to GM): cool!
Lydia frowns lightly, tapping her finger on her lips. "... wait a moment..."
Jackdaw wears a shoulder slung russack, with a cloak around his shoulders and an ivory
double flute hanging around his neck on an elaborately braided cord
[Anne]: /she gasps in recognition...
Anne gasps in recognition...
[Lydia]: "You look... familiar. I use to buy arcana from someone who looked just like
you... but a lot older..."
[GM]: Veridon takes a deep breath, "Yes, I did have a purpose in bringing you all
together... although, what I may say may not make much sense to you ... not yet anyway."
[Valek]: "A fong greetings to you sir, by any chance are you the same man who graced my
humble presence with his company at dinner years ago in the underdark city of Crhik'sel?"
[GM]: Veridon look at Lydia, "Perhaps a coincedence" he smiles and winks.
[Lydia]: "....."
Lydia mutters something beneath her breath. ^^;
Thor seems to be lost in thought, then turns his attention back to the present
[GM]: Veridon turns to Valek, "Hmm... perhaps. I have visited that fine city many times."
[Anne]: Anne smiles...
[Jackdaw]: "my not, but my liked to somedays. maybe you takeded my?" he asks Valek
[GM]: Veridon "And now to business...." he get a serious look on his face and appears to
be looking at something on the ceiling"
[GM]: Veridon "One fortnight from this very day, when Silverna is in its daily shadow, a
Goblin will fall upon a shortsword in front of the Tavern of Mist in the City of Pershing.
If you path does not lead you to this point, then events will soon afterwards be set in
motion that will give great power to the Drakurites and cast a curse upon the face of the
Kingdom of Methor."
Lydia glances up unconsciously, then looks back down and sighs impatiently.
[Jackdaw]: "my likeded to visited morr"
Valek smiles and bows his head, he seems to have expected to be forgotten "As you say it."
[Jackdaw]: "bee's they the nasty mans in red robeses?"
[ Phinnea joined the game ]
[Anne]: Who - or what - are the Drakurites?
[Jackdaw]: "the drakurites?"
[GM]: Veridon "I am sorry, but I can say no more.... it is all too ... uncertain"
[GM]: He says the word uncertain with a stress that makes you feel that he chose the word
carefully.
Lydia frowns disgustedly. "That's what you wanted to bring me here for? Some vague warning?
A blind man's prophecy?"
[GM]: ((Greeting Phinnea))
[Phinnea]: ((sorry Im late everyone - hi all))
[Valek]: "Prophecy is a dark thing... Your wisdom is to be comended for not saying more."
[ Jamison joined the game ]
[GM]: Veridon "Perhaps I only brought you here for the free meal and the 'prophecy' as you
call it is .... a bonus." he smiles and winks again.
[Jackdaw]: "it not happened yet so it maybee's happened or not, that uncertain"
GM says the above to Lydia.
[Jackdaw]: "my likeded free"
[Anne]: "Whatever this man's motives, If he says the Kingdom is in Danger - I choose to
beleive it. Veridon, I am loyal to my Kingdom. What must be done?"
Lydia snorts softly. "I knew this was too good to be true. I should have ignored that
coachman. Flash and fire, what is this supposed to mean to me?"
[GM]: Veridon to Jackdaw "Yes, the men in robes that you speak of"
[Jackdaw]: "umhh, you not haveded to giveded any moneys for this eating?"
[Jackdaw]: to Lydia
(GM whispered to Phinnea): You ready to enter the pub?
[GM]: Jamison, IQ roll please
(Phinnea whispered to GM): sure :)
Valek looks at Jackdraw after carfully considering "I'm am afaraid my friend that I have
never seen you before, but be assured that I am forsought for missing the oportunity."
(Jamison whispered to GM): Ooc: Anne I missed a bunch.. Is Veridon speaking for the king
or the kingdom???
Lydia glowers at Jackdaw briefly. "... what? I can't understand what you're saying..."
[Jackdaw]: "they bad mans! Pip not likeded at all!"
DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=6,4,5 = [ 15 ]
(GM whispered to Phinnea): How do you think you would be travelling?
[Jackdaw]: "they was at Festival in Southtown, made it less happy frollic for my"
Thor looks surprised at that last comment but grins slightly "Anne is right, if this can
affect the whole kindgom something definitely must be done, but what can be done?"
(GM whispered to Jamison): Veridon looks familiar, now that he has taken off his hat....
but you cant place him.
(Phinnea whispered to GM): how far a journey?
(Jamison whispered to GM): got it... sorry for the interuption
Jackdaw speaks V E R Y slowly to Lydia " it mean you not haved to gived any moneys for
food right now"
[Jackdaw]: "that means free meal"
[GM]: Veridon "As I said, I can say no more that I did.... but the Kingdom that Millborne
established is sure to suffer"
(Jamison whispered to GM): So, he is speaking for the kingdom and not for the King...???
[Valek]: "Catch the goblin before he falls on his blade, or heal him after the fact before
he dies."
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Hundreds of miles.
[Valek]: "That of coruse assumes the 'prophecy' is not metaphoric, and there is actually a
goblin and a blade involved."
[Jackdaw]: "falling on blade not hurted much if ib be flat on ground?"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): the coach which we used before? Would that be appropriate?
Lydia growls. "I'm not an idiot, you... you... whatever-you-are. I don't care about the
meal! I didn't come here for some vague prophecy about a world I don't even be-..."
[GM]: Veridon looks to Valek "I can not chose you path .. only change your direction."
Lydia immediately shuts up.
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Sure
[GM]: You all hear the sound of a coach pulling up outside.
[Thor]: "A fortnight from this day you said. Hmm, can we reach the town you mention in that
time?"
Thor becomes quiet as he hears something outside
[Jamison]: Whether we can or can't makes no difference..we must try
[Jackdaw]: to Lydia "you not belonged heres? you from somewheres else? tell my ALL about
it!'
[Jackdaw]: "Waht your home like?"
[GM]: Veridon "I would think so. It is but 400 miles from this point"
[Jackdaw]: "what you do there?"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): :enters the pub, turning back to wave to the coach driver.
"Thanks again!"
[Jackdaw]: "what you eated?"
Lydia recoils slightly from Jackdaw. "Shhh... shut up!"
Phinnea enters the pub, turning back to wave to the coach driver. "Thanks again!"
[GM]: Veridon looks to the door, "Ahh... the Merchant has arrived."
[Jackdaw]: "how you frollicked?"
[Thor]: "Then by coach it should be no more than a few days."
[Jackdaw]: "my wanted to know all!"
[Jamison]: I wish Thomas was here.. I think he would be able to help..
(GM whispered to Phinnea): You just stopped to wet you whistle. You think it odd that all
of your friends are here.
[Anne]: "JD!!! That is very rude! Apologies, Miss - Jackdaw is unaware of many human
mores."
[GM]: IQ roll Phinnea
Phinnea continues to waddle into the pub, letting her eyes adjust to the light.
DICE for Phinnea: (3d6) : 3d6=2,6,6 = [ 14 ]
[Lydia]: "... erngh... that's quite alright... miss..."
(Phinnea whispered to GM): made by 0
[Jackdaw]: in a small voice "my sorry, my not meaned to bee's rude my just currious and
wanted to knows"
Lydia frowns slightly at Anne's tabard. "... miss priestess..."
[GM]: Phinnea notices the man sitting at the table in the white robes.
[Jackdaw]: "can my go there?"
[Anne]: "It's Okay Jd - its just that poeple don't talk about HOW they Frollic except in
private..."
(GM whispered to Phinnea): When Phinnea was a young girl and was first learning the ways of
Alchemy, a man would visit her Uncle Brattle from time to time and they would talk at
length, smoking their pipes and drinking Ale. You realize that this must be the same man.
Lydia starts at Jackdaw's last question.
[Lydia]: "..... ....."
Jackdaw is incrooagible, it's best not to encorrage him
[Anne]: (To Lydia) "Hello - I'm Anval Ironfist - call me Anne."
[Jackdaw]: ;-)
Jamison chuckles ...to hear that from a Priestess...hmmm
Phinnea looks at the strange robed man, and begins to realize that she may know him.
[GM]: Veridon stands. "I am sorry but events elsewhere call to me. I must go"
Lydia blinks at Veridon. "... h... hey! Wait a minute!"
[Jackdaw]: to Anval "my frollic in private too"
Phinnea heads towards him uncertainly.
[Anne]: "Excuse me, Veridon.... May I ask one thing?"
[GM]: Veridon "Heed my words or ignore them. But I do speak a truth that stretches beyond
the confines of this world."
[Jackdaw]: "and otherways, there was a girl in college, she liked ..."
Lydia stands up, slapping her hands on the table. "You call me all the way here for this,
an-..."
[Valek]: "A plassant and fair day to you, 'grek'sel nek'ri son'ra'" < allwase be fresh>>
[GM]: Veridon puts on his hat, "Yes, sister ... ask your question"
Jackdaw drifts off into silence as he reminisances
Phinnea addresses the robed man, "Excuse me, sir, do you a man named Brattle?"
[Phinnea]: ((know that is))
Valek 's native tounge sounds like the wispering wind flowing through caves with the
ocassional insert of water splash like sounds and a low rumbeling like stone falling
[Anne]: I take it that this situation will benefit the Kingdom if we suceed.... Will it
harm the Church?
Jamison wonders if he is visiting a session from Hichhickers guide to the Galaxy???
[GM]: Veridon smiles at Valek and says something in his native tounge
(GM whispered to Valek): "And may you troubles be few and your rest long"
Valek smiles and bows his head deeply.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): does Valek speek a varriation of Fay or Elvish? or is it a
different language?
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Toally different
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): thought it might be but I wanted to check
[GM]: The language that Valek speaks (and Veridon answers) is unlike any you have ever
heard.
Jamison looks around , trying to see if anyone knows what was said
Lydia stands impotently in place, her expression a mixture of anger, frustration, and...
helpless fear.
Phinnea looks around once her eyes have adjusted, and realizes with surprise her friends
are here. "Jamison! Anne! What a surprise!"
[Jamison]: Phinney...How are You...
[Anne]: "Hiho Phinny!"
[Phinnea]: "And is that Jackdaw? And Thor? I am good, but real thirsty!"
[GM]: Veridon moves toward the door and halts, turing to Anne, "The curse would extend to
the Church of the Ral the Finn, by all means."
[Jackdaw]: "hihi my here too"
Thor turns at the voice and smiles "Aye, very nice to see you again."
[Lydia]: "Wait a minute, wait a minute!"
[Anne]: "Thank you for your honesty, Sir!"
Lydia rushes after Veridon. "You can't just LEAVE me here!"
[GM]: Veridon bows and then exits.
[Jackdaw]: Phinny will notice that the faun is no longer blond
[Lydia]: "..... wa-it!"
Lydia runs out the door to try and find the man...
Valek cups his hands before Lydia and speaks softly "Worry not fair maiden, life is full of
plessant suprises."
[Jackdaw]: he almost looks like another person entirely
(Valek whispered to GM): create object: A flower.
[GM]: The man is no where to be found.
[Phinnea]: "Whatever happened to your color JD? Too much of da frollicking?"
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=4,1,3 = [ 8 ]
Lydia blinks a few times, stepping back inside... then punches the doorframe in a heartfelt
show of temper. "Blast it! ... oww..."
Valek upcups his hands to reveal a simple flower of pure white leaves with a spread
plessantly
Lydia cradles her fist wincing.
[Jackdaw]: "my needed to study too much to bee's blonde, so my stopped for nows"
Phinnea looks over at the woman in the doorway.
[GM]: Vison roll from all
DICE for Thor: (3d6) : 3d6=5,1,4 = [ 10 ]
DICE for Jackdaw: (15-3d6) : 3d6=4,1,4 = [ 6 ]
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=1,6,5 = [ 12 ]
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=2,2,4 = [ 6 ]
DICE for Phinnea: (14-3d6) : 3d6=4,3,6 = [ 1 ]
Jamison looks closely at Lydia..." Would someone please tell me what the heck this is all
about????
(Valek whispered to GM): made it by 77
DICE for Anne: (3d6) : 3d6=1,6,3 = [ 10 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): just 7....
DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=2,1,6 = [ 9 ]
[Jackdaw]: "unhn, free food?"
(Thor whispered to GM): made by 0
[Anne]: succeed by 4
[Jackdaw]: "and interesting talked"
[Anne]: "I think I can tell us...if any care to listen."
[GM]: You all notice that there is a scroll on the bar where there was none before.
Lydia mutters painfully to herself and takes a seat by the door.
Jackdaw sighs "another summoning scroll?"
Jamison points
Valek hands Lydia the flower gently and then goes to see the scroll.
[Lydia]: "Blast it all to... eh?"
[Jackdaw]: "my not wanteded to bee's summoned again right nows"
Jamison looks to JD.." Well you know these things..."
Thor goes over to the scroll
[Jackdaw]: "but my not wanted to"
Phinnea is parched with thirst. "How about an ale for a travelling woman?" She calls the
bartender impatiently.
Lydia blinks at the flower ends up in her free hand. She pauses, glancing at Valek with a
combination of confused revulsion and even-more-confused surprise.
[Jamison]: But you do.. tell us what it is..
[Anne]: "I believe that man was Veridon Augmena, the same ancient wizard that appears in
fables - the one who appears when the Kingdom of Methor is in grave danger... I believe he
gave us the opportunity to make a difference, for good or for Ill, for the future of the
Kingdom - and the Church. Simple."
[GM]: It appears to be finely made of ancient material. It is sealed with a silver seal.
[Jamison]: hrrph.. Simple.. I think not
Phinnea gaps at Anne's remark. "And I missed him? "
[Phinnea]: ((gasps)
[Anne]: "We must be in Pershing - and we must interpret and resolve a prophecy before the
dire effects of the Drakurites can come to fruition."
[Jamison]: JD.. what do you make of this....
Valek carfully inspects teh scroll without touching it.
[Lydia]: "... we, we, we..."
(Valek whispered to GM): I'm mostly interested in weither or not it's magic.
Lydia grumbles to herself slightly, looking at everyone else in the tavern.
Phinnea waddles over to the scroll, swaying gently to some inner music, studying it
carefully.
[Anne]: "I didn't mean the task would be simple, Jamison - just that I was summarizing what
he said... Sorry."
(Phinnea whispered to GM): my mage skill detect any magic to it?
(GM whispered to Valek): Roll vision plus magery.
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=6,4,2 = [ 12 ]
[Jamison]: No Problem..Jamison smiles at the Priestess..."I'm there for you..."
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Roll vision plus magery.
Jackdaw looks at the scroll "my not knowed, it not looked the same as lastest one"
DICE for Phinnea: (3d6) : 3d6=2,3,3 = [ 8 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): made it by 10
[Anne]: "I don't have proof that he is who I suspect, but I have a gut feeling that I'm
right."
[Lydia]: "....."
(GM whispered to Valek): It does not appear to have an aura of magic.
(GM whispered to Phinnea): It does not appear to have an aura of magic.
[Valek]: "The scroll is not magic..."
(Lydia whispered to GM): Quick question, are you expecting Lydia to come up with a reason
for wanting to remain with the group?
[Anne]: "Then perhaps we should read it?"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): "Seems h'armles enough." She reaches out to pick it up.
[Valek]: "Perhaps."
[Jackdaw]: "last scroll what summoneded my not magic eithers"
[Phinnea]: "Seems harmles enough." She reaches out to pick it up.
(GM whispered to Lydia): Not necessarily
(Lydia whispered to GM): Just curious... because right now, she's tempted to stand up and
loudly proclaim that she's leaving since it's not her fight. =P
[Thor]: "Indeed we should ."
[Jamison]: I trust you, Anne.. I've seeen him before , too.. I just do not know from
where.."
[Valek]: "Simply because the scroll is not magic, dose not mean that it's words carry not
power."
(Lydia whispered to GM): Which would get them to ask her what the deal is...
[GM]: The scroll does seem harmless enough to Phinnea's touch.
Anne whispers to Jamison
Phinnea picks up the scroll from the bar and looks at the others. "Shall I open it?"
[Lydia]: "... go ahead. Like I care..."
Valek smiles and nods softly
Jamison wonders.. if it was left behind by Veridon.. it should not be dangerous
Phinnea chuckles at the varied responses and carefully opens the scroll.
Thor nods "Yes"
Lydia pushes her chair back and stands up. "I wish all of you luck. This sounds like a very
nasty deal you have to handle... I'm glad this isn't any of my concern."
[Jackdaw]: "hmmm my wonders what this haved to do with mans in red robes who buyed Gemmy's
shop. anybodies knowed where Jing go'ed?"
[GM]: And at the mention of the name Jing you all (except for the newbies) go, "Yeah, what
happened to him?"
[Anne]: Who are you talking about, Jackdaw?
[GM]: You do remember him, but do not know what became of him.
Valek tilts his head, his long ears flick ones as he looks at Lydia "Dosen't it? If you
cannot get home, would not the condition of this world greatly effect you?"
[GM]: Anne remembers Jing
Phinnea calls over to the aggressive woman, "Too dangerous anyway for a dainty lady like
you-self anyways."
[Jackdaw]: "Jing, he was with us when we tried to buyed the shop then he gone"
Lydia snaps at Valek, "And what in the Frozen Blaze do you mean by that? What do you know
of my home?"
(Jamison whispered to GM): And here I thought during this last year that you were trying to
improve your skills on the staff... what ever you choose is right... but to here about a
former teacher here..and Veridon... I am Confused.
[Anne]: "It may seem easier to flee, Maam - but is it not true that those who see
evildoers, and yet do nothing to stop them, are just as guilty?"
Lydia crosses her arms over her chest. "I am no 'dainty lady', shorty. I'll have you know I
can cobble together a crossbow in ten minutes flat. And I wager O
[Lydia]: ()
(GM whispered to Lydia): Hmm.... some of these people seem to know her secret.
[Lydia]: "I wager I'm a better fighter than you..."
Lydia throws her hands in the air. "What do I care? This isn't my world! ... oops."
Phinnea laughs softly at the hearty response.
Lydia looks like she just ate a live fish.
[Jackdaw]: "my a MUCH better lover than fighter . . ."
[Jamison]: ?????Not your world???
[Lydia]: "......."
[Jackdaw]: "an my fights pretty good too"
Lydia sighs, deflating. "Hell and Blast. Guess I have to explain everything now..."
Valek bows his head remaining completely calm "I meant no disrespect, but if you could go
home, you would have gone long ago judging by your emotions."
[Anne]: "Excuse me? You are from some alternate reality? A different Plane of existance?"
Jackdaw whispers to Jamison "shhh, anval sayed it bee's rude to ask"
(GM whispered to Anne): Anne would fine this impossible to believe. She would just think
that she means that she is from 'beyond the sea'
Phinnea looks curiously at the man with long ears.
Lydia frowns, looking rather depressed. "... this world... Methoria... isn't my world. I
come from another place, called Regia. It's a frozen forest, where the rules are a lot
different from here... and where non-humans are..."
Lydia glances at Valek.
[Lydia]: "... usually the enemy."
[Jackdaw]: "but now her asking too, my puzzled. humans very difficult"
Jackdaw perks up and listens intently
[GM]: Another vision roll from everyone, plesae
DICE for Jackdaw: (15-3d6) : 3d6=6,1,1 = [ 7 ]
[Lydia]: "I got caught up in some dirty dealings, and I learned too much. Cat's Curse, I
guess. So they tried to kill me. Next thing I know, I woke up on a beach in this world. And
nothing's made any damn sense since I got here."
DICE for Thor: (3d6) : 3d6=1,3,4 = [ 8 ]
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=5,1,2 = [ 6 ]
DICE for Phinnea: (14-3d6) : 3d6=5,6,3 = [ 0 ]
DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=6,5,4 = [ 15 ]
(Anne whispered to GM): well I figured a cleric would be used to discussing different
planes, like Rhisspen and the mortal world...
(Thor whispered to GM): made by 2
[Jackdaw]: "beach nice place, especially in summer"
(GM whispered to Anne): True .... but you would probably know of no other.
[Jamison]: So.. you have been standed???
[Jamison]: stranded
[Lydia]: "Yes, well... in my world, there's no such thing as a 'beach'. You wouldn't
believe how long it took me just to learn the word for that strip of sand. And yes..."
Jackdaw looks at Lydia closely trying to spot the catlike features of her curse
[Phinnea]: "sounds to me that this is your world now after all, like it or not."
[Anne]: Is Regia far across the ocean? You must have been unconcsious for many weeks -
months even!"
Lydia looks down at the ground despondently. "... I'm stuck here. Even a wish won't get me
home."
(GM whispered to Jamison): I assume you carry the sword Gleam? Is it simply scabbarded.
Valek smiles and his ears flick, but he says nothing.
Lydia frowns at Phinnea. "I'm not about to give up! I'll get back somehow. I just need the
right formula, or something..."
[Thor]: "So you are in effect stranded here. If this land is to be your new home as it
appears, perhaps you should assist us in dealing with this problem we were told about?"
[Thor]: "I'm sure with time you can find a way to return home, but until then..."
[Jackdaw]: "maybes they helped you at University?"
Phinnea offers her some ale, " 'Ere! Have some good ale. You'll feed better then."
[Jackdaw]: "they knows lots there"
[Lydia]: "University?"
(Jamison whispered to GM): Until Anne and I deliver it to the church...yes
Lydia perks up at that, looking suspiciously at Jackdaw. "You're telling me that a
backwater world like this one actually has a University?"
[Lydia]: "... er, no offense..."
[Jackdaw]: "where my bee'd , my study magic there, it much different from home"
[GM]: You all notice that Jamison carries a hand and a half sword which he guards closely.
He seems a little nervous about it and checks it occasionally. (The regular members can
probably guess which sword it is)
[Anne]: "Many Universities - skilled in Magic and Religion...We are not barbarians - don't
you read the daily papers?"
Lydia has the grace to look embarassed. "Sorry... your world is a lot different from mine.
You don't have any of the technology I'm used to..."
Lydia sighs. "I'm not that well versed in your tongue. It's a pain for me to read.
Besides... the letters are so small. How can anyone read that? It's not even cursive!"
[Jackdaw]: "at home finded a tutor and learned what him taeched, in University my maked
choice, it much better, also more fun"
[Jackdaw]: 'my maked LOTS new friends"
Lydia finally glances at Phin, takes the mug of ale, and sniffs it.
[Lydia]: "... hmm."
Phinnea turns her attention back to the scroll in her hands.
[Lydia]: (Can I make a Brewing roll to determine... ah... vintage? )
[GM]: The smell is of a good strong Ale. A faint smell of aged oak crossed your nose.
Valek goes to the bartender "Do you have musrooms? Of the cave grown variety?"
[Anne]: Anne goes over to phinnea and looks at the scroll with her...
[GM]: ((Yes, make a vintage roll))
[Phinnea]: "You dont sniff it! You drink it!"
[Jackdaw]: (can my maked carousing roll for same?"
[Lydia]: "Oak? That's a funny wood to use to age ale. ... oh well..."
DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=3,2,4 = [ 4 ]
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=3,6,1 = [ 4 ]
[Lydia]: (That's actually Distilling, but same difference. ^^;)
Phinnea opens it so everyone nearby can read it also.
[Jackdaw]: "hmm, not like what finded in Shrevandale"
Thor walks over to look at the scroll
Lydia sips the ale delicately.
Valek goes to read the scroll, he'll tend to food later...
[Phinnea]: "Can anyone make sense of this?" She attempts to read the first few words.
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): This Ale appears to have been aged like wine. It must be at
least 20-50 years old. That is kind of odd, you might think.
(GM whispered to Lydia): This Ale appears to have been aged like wine. It must be at least
20-50 years old. That is kind of odd, you might think.
Jackdaw wanders over to the food, as a student he's learned the value of a free feed
[Anne]: Anne tries to read the scroll... "Here, let me see..."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): thanks
Lydia steps over to look at the scroll, hoping fervently that it's written in cursive, and
not that blasted tiny type.
[Lydia]: "... hmm. This isn't bad, shorty. Where'd you find this ale?"
Thor tries to read the scroll
(Valek whispered to GM): can I read the scroll?
[Phinnea]: "The names Phinnea, not shorty." She nods towards the bar.
Jamison looks around and wonders if anyone can come up with the TRUE reason we are here...
[Lydia]: "... alright. Phinnea."
[GM]: None of you have trouble breaking the seal. The writing is in a fancy script in the
Elven tongue.
[Lydia]: (sip)
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (12-3d6) : 3d6=1,6,4 = [ 1 ]
[Valek]: "I can read elven if no one else can...."
[GM]: ((Who can read Elven?))
(Lydia whispered to GM): Elven Language roll.
[Jamison]: nope
(GM whispered to Lydia): Roll
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): my
(Valek whispered to GM): I can.
[Anne]: "Blast... Elven is beyond my meager skill."
(Lydia whispered to GM): That's what that 12 was. =P
[Lydia]: "... hmm..."
Jackdaw wanders over with a handful of fruit and looks
Lydia peers at the writing, mouthing the words to herself...
Jackdaw starts reading aloud ... in elven
[Anne]: "Who wants an ale - I'll grab 'em."
Jackdaw snorts
[GM]: IQ roll from Lydia as well as an Elven language roll.
Anne gets a pair of ale flagons and returns to the group reading the scroll.
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=1,1,4 = [ 8 ]
(To GM) DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=4,1,5 = [ 3 ]
[Lydia]: (Got 'em.)
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): language roll
[Anne]: "What does it say JD?"
[GM]: The Ale is excellent and the barkeep does not charge you for it.
Jackdaw repeats himself, in Elven
Phinnea is happy again she has quenched her thirst with such fine ale.
[Lydia]: "She means in the common tongue, furry."
Lydia rolls her eyes slightly...
[Anne]: "In Haddin, JD - I don't speak Elven...."
Jackdaw takes his ale and absently mindedly dips his necklace into it
[Valek]: "My dear boy, why not let me traslate it to human for our less worldly friends."
Jackdaw translated
[Phinnea]: "Go easy on Jackdaw there miss high and mighty. He's a bit sensitive you know."
[Jackdaw]: "my tickelish too"
(GM whispered to Lydia): You notice a play on the root words of the Elven tounge. There
might be a hidden meaning there.
Phinnea rubs his belly and grins.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): JD will read it in translation
Lydia frowns at Phinnea. "..... sorry." She now has the grace to look contrite. "I'm not
used to dealing with nonhumans on a regular basis..."
(Lydia whispered to GM): Hmm. So what does the regular message say, and what does the trick
imply?
(Phinnea whispered to GM): your belly!
(Phinnea whispered to GM): oops
[GM]: Does anyone read the scroll outloud?
Jackdaw giggles
Valek reads the scroll outloud, in human.
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=2,2,3 = [ 7 ]
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=1,4,3 = [ 8 ]
[Anne]: Anne is trying to read it, Period...
(Valek whispered to GM): elf then human.
[Jackdaw]: Jackdaw was going to
(Valek whispered to GM): both suceeded.
Lydia keeps reading it to herself, her frown deepening slightly as she rereads it over and
over.
Phinnea listens to Valek carefully.
[GM]: It read first the statement that Veridon made ....
[GM]: "One fortnight from this very day, when Silverna is in its daily shadow, a Goblin
will fall upon a shortsword in front of the Tavern of Mist in the City of Pershing. If you
path does not lead you to this point, then events will soon afterwards be set in motion
that will give great power to the Drakurites and cast a curse upon the face of the Kingdom
of Methor."
[GM]: Then there is another message ...
[Jamison]: ....
[GM]: "Whether ye seek freedom, knowledge, to save your country, or frolic, your direction
lies in Pershing."
[Jackdaw]: "frollic sound good"
Jamison looks to Anne.."Pershing?"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): where is Pershing? DO I know?
[Anne]: "I'm not familiar with that city... Does anyone know where Pershing is?"
(To GM) DICE for Jackdaw: (9-3d6) : 3d6=2,2,1 = [ 4 ]
(GM whispered to Lydia): Just the right words are chosen and capitalized such that the
spell out "Regia Alchemica"
[Lydia]: "Darned if I know... ... ... !!!"
[Lydia]: "WHAT?!"
[Jackdaw]: default roll, maybe one of my friends mentioned it?
[Jackdaw]: sorry that was supposed to go to Rubix
(Valek whispered to GM): can I use a history roll to find out if I know of it?
Lydia rereads it carefully. "... what is that old man playing at now?"
Valek cerfully rolls the scroll and replaces the silver seal.
[Jamison]: Lydia... how well do you know Veridon??
[GM]: Yes, everyone give me an IQ roll to have heard of Pershing or history roll to know
about its history
DICE for Thor: (3d6) : 3d6=1,5,5 = [ 11 ]
DICE for Phinnea: (14-3d6) : 3d6=6,6,4 = [ -2 ]
[Anne]: IQ roll
DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=4,1,2 = [ 7 ]
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=5,5,2 = [ 12 ]
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): the roll I sent was a 5
(To GM) DICE for Anne: (3d6) : 3d6=1,2,5 = [ 8 ]
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=6,4,2 = [ 12 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): Iq
(To GM) DICE for Jackdaw: (3d6) : 3d6=2,2,6 = [ 10 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): history.
(Thor whispered to GM): fail by 1, IQ roll
Phinnea shakes her head, "I've never heard of it!"
[Anne]: succeed by 6
(Valek whispered to GM): by 7
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): I can send another
(To GM) DICE for Anne: (3d6) : 3d6=1,3,5 = [ 9 ]
[Lydia]: "... not really at all. He reminds me of an old man who sold books of arcana in
Leibros, my home City... but he's a lot younger than that man."
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=6,1,6 = [ 1 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): by 6
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): made by 3
(Anne whispered to GM): history roll succeeds by 4
[Lydia]: "... but he seems to know more about Regia than anyone else here."
(To GM) DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=5,3,3 = [ 2 ]
[Jamison]: And you are from wht contry...??? or world??
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): a carousing roll to have heard of a lively nightspot?
(Lydia whispered to GM): :: What is he hinting at? 'Regia Alchemica'? 'Elixir of Regia'? A
way to get home...? ::
[GM]: Pershing is a city outside of the Kingdom of Methor, just inside the area of Methoria
known as the Marshlands.
[Anne]: "Don't be silly... What other worlds? You might as well say she came from the
moons, or the stars!"
Lydia blinks at Anne, sighing. "I'm sorry, but it's true. I seriously doubt that Regia is a
separate continent from Methoria... for one thing, we don't have... ah... what's the
word... magic."
Jamison whispers to Anne... and you belive that that cannot happen???? Why not....
[Jackdaw]: "Pershing bee'd east my thinked"
Jamison looks at Lydia.. " What do you think brought you here?"
(GM whispered to Anne): It has had an interesting past. A place of trade and yet theivery.
Many Human go there to obtain trade and aviod the fees that are imposed on imports.
(GM whispered to Valek): It has had an interesting past. A place of trade and yet
theivery. Many Human go there to obtain trade and aviod the fees that are imposed on
imports.
[GM]: Anyone else make a history roll that I missed?
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): hmmm, if I put the 'dumb blonde' bracelet on someone else do
they become blonde, and stupid?
[Valek]: "I am sorry to intrude my humble knoledge into this conversasion...."
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You think it should work. IQ-2 and blond.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): not history, just IQ and Carousing to see about nightspots
[Lydia]: "An alchemical accident... I can't explain why it would have sent me here, but it
did. When those assassins came for me, there was a slight explosion when they hit my
equipment..."
Lydia pauses to look at Valek.
(Jamison whispered to GM): I got a 7... what is the default?
Phinnea perks up. "You know alchemy?"
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): he'll have to measure how long the change takes
[Valek]: "But I have heard that Pershing is a place of illigal trade, there are many
thieves in it's past, and even today it is used to avoid terrifs placed on imports."
(GM whispered to Jamison): Pershing has had an interesting past. A place of trade and yet
theivery. Many Human go there to obtain trade and aviod the fees that are imposed on
imports.
[Jackdaw]: "and haveded good brandys there"
[Jackdaw]: "cheep too"
[Anne]: "I too have heard of Pershing's poor reputation..."
[Lydia]: "... probably amateurs. And yeah..." She looks at Phin. "I do, but it's not
working right any more."
[Phinnea]: "Maybe I could help....I have been known to dabble in it meself with my Uncle."
(Jamison whispered to GM): /h/he nods at Valek's comments,...he had heard the same
[Anne]: (To JD and Jamison, Thor) "It's good to see you all again, even in these odd
circumstances!"
Lydia shakes her head. "I appreciate the offer, but that's not the point. It used to work
fine. As soon as I got here, half of it stopped working... usually, the most practical
half."
[Lydia]: "Plus I lost my codices..."
[GM]: Those who made their IQ roll knows that Pershing lies along the Mage's web (in which
you were travelling upon) past Baxter, through a pass in the mountains.
[Jackdaw]: "what you maked do that stopped?"
(Jamison whispered to GM): /he nods at Valek's comments...he has heard the same
Phinnea looks over at Anne, looking for the locket. "Have you had need of the contents yet,
Anne?"
[Jackdaw]: "what 'Codices' are?"
[Anne]: Anne holds up the locket... "Not yet Phinnea - I've kept it safe, though!
Lydia briefly fumes with anger. "... when I get back, I'm gonna find those double-crossing
skunks and... er..."
[Jackdaw]: "is book?'
(GM whispered to Anne): You notice Jamison's new shield.
Jamison agrees with Valek's comments
Phinnea smiles happily.
[Lydia]: "... a codex. A tome of alchemical secrets..."
Phinnea points to her thick skull. "Me tome's up here."
Jamison frowns at the idea of chemical reations...
[Anne]: "Nice shield, Squire... Where did you find it?"
[GM]: The barkeep continues to clean the mugs, still not saying a word.
Jackdaw looks puzzled "like whare they burry them? my can asked friends if anybodies
knowed such place"
(GM whispered to Jamison): She is refering to your Knightly shield. She does not yet know
that you have become a Knight.
[Jackdaw]: "hey Pip. you knowed any tomes where there be burried alchemy?"
(GM whispered to Jamison): By the way, you would be provided with a new sword, armor and
shield... all enchanted.
Lydia blinks at Phinnea. "Well, I've got some memorized too... but I had at least fifty
formulae scribed in those tomes, and now I'm down to ten. Flash and fire, it's like gelding
a horse."
[Anne]: brb
Jackdaw 's Methor still is lacking a bit...
[Valek]: "Barkeep if I may impose, do you have any mushrooms, or the cave dwelling variety
that I may consume?"
(Jamison whispered to GM): OOC: no shield Anne..GM... Jamison is trying for another class
of knight...
[Valek]:
Lydia blinks at Jackdaw.
Jackdaw winces at the talk of gelding
[Lydia]: "... er... not tomb. Tome. Book. Volume. Manu-... ... why am I bothering? ^^;"
(Jamison whispered to GM): no armor either...
[Jackdaw]: and clamps his legs together
[Jackdaw]: "oh"
[Jackdaw]: "well maybe Pip still knowed somethings"
(GM whispered to Jamison): Jamison does not own a shield?
[Lydia]: "... anyways... I don't have the reagents for those formulae. So I'm down to my
weapons and my wits, it seems."
[GM]: Barkeep shakes his head and continues to whistle and clean mugs
(Jamison whispered to GM): A knoght who finds speed and knowlede more imprtant than
recognition and acclain....
[Valek]: "My thanks."
(Lydia whispered to GM): :: ... and an annoying little imp that keeps bugging me to make a
wish. I tried to make a wish already! He said it was impossible! ::
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): What was your question to Pip?
Lydia looks at Valek. "Mushrooms? Surely there's some in the fore-... wait, your forests
aren't like mine."
(Jamison whispered to GM): sold the shield months ago... no rules about a knight without a
shield, are there???
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): did he know and place where there was burried alchemy
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): "Squawk No Alchemy Squawk No Alchemy"
[Anne]: "uh...valek? Perhaps you would like to try some meat... animal flesh cooked over
a fire? Mushrooms are not common in this country."
(GM whispered to Jamison): Hmm... actually A knight is supposed to always carry his shield.
If you dont carry an actual one, then you are supposed to carry some sort of 'badge'.
[Lydia]: "They aren't?"
Thor listens to the conversation
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Jackdaw knowed where mushrooms be found.
Lydia looks slightly aghast. "Explains why I haven't found any. Can you trust the meat
here?"
[Valek]: "Perhaps. My pallet has not yet adjusted to your food..."
[Jackdaw]: "lots mushrooms where my comed from, at right time of year"
(Jamison whispered to GM): Sure Anne.. I am a Knight... But I believe that my skills
surpass the need of armor and shield... they would just slow me down... I no longer fight
with the mourningstat.. I fight with a staff and other weapons... I have evovled to a
different level of fighter.. the fighter you saw in the arewna was just the beginning...
[Anne]: I've been eating it for years.... It suits me fine."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): any close?
[Lydia]: "Hm. I don't know... in Leibros, you can't trust any meat that wasn't grown in the
City."
Phinnea nods also. "There are mushrooms in our forests. Just be careful of the ones you
eat."
(Jamison whispered to GM): ok , I have a 'coat of arms"...hehehe
[Jackdaw]: "enslaving animals to kill for food, my still thinked that ... odd"
[Lydia]: "They're more useful than just eating... of course, I don't really know how to
tell. I tend to buy my reagents from a reputable shop..."
(GM whispered to Jamison): Where is it exactly? What part of your clothing?
Lydia suddenly suffers from homesickness. She glances at Jackdaw. "Better that, than eating
the meat of a chimaera. That could kill you."
[Jackdaw]: "hunting, that maked sense, gived chance and keeped they strong"
[Phinnea]: "So are we heading to see the goblin in Pershing then?"
[Valek]: "Barkeep, my apologies for bothering you again, may I trouble you for some fish?"
[Jackdaw]: "what a 'chimaera'?"
(Jamison whispered to GM): Anne... I would not mislead you.. I am 'Jamison'... but I must
be the best I can... this is my way...
Jackdaw makes a face at Valek's words
[Jackdaw]: "fish" with loathing
[GM]: Barkeep smiles revealing a few missing teeth. He stops and rings a bell.
(Jamison whispered to GM): put it on my sleaave... the left sleave....
[Lydia]: "Chimaera... well... that's a long story, not one to relate here..."
[Valek]: "Yes I beleave we are. If of course you don't mind the company of this humble
scholar on your great quest."
[Jackdaw]: "my not bee'd there yet, sound like good place to go"
(Jamison whispered to GM): shall I discribe it in a letter???
(GM whispered to Jamison): Very well that is accepted. But a knight without his armor or
the sword that is standard issue .... kinda makes you a rebel of sorts, you know?
(GM whispered to Jamison): Yes you can do that.
Lydia glances at everyone, and sighs loftily. "Well... I'll admit that you're right about
my being stuck here. And Veridon keeps hinting he can get me home... so maybe it's worth
tagging along."
[Thor]: "Yes I believe we should be going. We have not much time if we want to arrive on
time, it would be best if we arrived a few days early."
[Lydia]: "... if, that is, you can put up with a b*tch like me. I warn you, I'm not a
pleasant person..."
Lydia looks apologetic at that statement.
[Anne]: I agree... If we can leave now, it might be for the best."
[GM]: A young woman comes in from the back room with a plate of cooked fish, leaves it on
the counter and then leaves.
[GM]: Barkeep points at the cooked fish.
Jackdaw looks away
Phinnea smiles at Valek and her extends her chubby hand. "I dont think we met. Phinnea
Torvald is the name, but you can call me Phinny if you like."
[Valek]: "My thanks.... you.... cook fish here?"
(Jamison whispered to GM): of course I am a rebel... and I am also a patriot of the
kingdom... I may not be easy... but I am enthusiastic.... and Impulsive...
Jackdaw mutters under his breath "bad enough raw"
[GM]: Barkeep shruggs his shoulder as if asking what you wanted
Valek bows deeply "I am Valek Zharn, scholar from the underdark city of Crhik'sel."
Lydia looks at the fish curiously. "... hmm. Strange markings these fish have..."
[Valek]: "It willl be fine...."
Valek takes the fish and eats it, not putting up any complaint.
[Phinnea]: "Well met Valek."
[Anne]: "Well met Valek!"
[Jackdaw]: "hihi"
[Valek]: "You are too kind...."
[Thor]: "Very nice to meet you."
[Valek]: "The pleasure if all mine...."
[Valek]: (if=is)
[Anne]: "And Lydia... Welcome to our shores of Methoria - whether you come from across the
sea - Gods Forbid, or elswhere matters not..."
[Lydia]: "Er... right. Well, thank you..."
Lydia scratches her head nervously. "I'll try to help. Just don't be surprised if I do
things a lot differently from you lot."
Jackdaw sidles over near Lydia "my liked to hear 'bout where you commed froms, you ...
lonely?"
[Jackdaw]: "they gotted room upstairs ..."
Lydia looks down at Jackdaw. ".....!"
[Lydia]: "... you... you... you..."
Valek returns the platter to the bartender and bows before returning to his seat
Lydia blushes indignantly, and manages to squeak... "... WELL! I never...!"
[Jackdaw]: "...my...my...my what?"
[GM]: There is a sharp rapping on the door to the Pub
Lydia storms over to the table she was sitting at when everyone came in. She dons a heavy
leather vest, lacing it shut, and shoulders a backpack that seems to be bulging at the
seams. She isn't carrying any weapons outwardly.
Phinnea looks to the door.
[Jackdaw]: in a high squeek "NEVER!"
Jamison raises his eybrows at this exchange..
[Jackdaw]: "how not?'
Valek immidatly looks to see who is at the door.
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Phinny remembers her coach and driver outside waiting.
Lydia is too busy fuming to notice the people at the door.
[Phinnea]: "oops! I forgot about the coach driver!"
Phinnea runs to the door, opening it up quickly.
[GM]: The door opens and an aged rough gentleman appears, "Mam ... are ye ready to
continue?"
(Jamison whispered to GM): Rub.. I missed 1 skill that I wanted... can I have a little
credit towards fast draw Kantana???
Phinnea turns to the others after apologizing for the delay. "Hey, lets take this coach
to Pershing! Come with me!"
Lydia looks at Phinnea, then at Jackdaw, and considers a half-dozen responses to that. She
settles on the diplomatic one...
[Lydia]:
Valek bows deeply once more "My thanks."
[Lydia]: "... only if I get a window seat..."
[GM]: The aged gentlemen "Pershing!" he begins backing away "Nay, ye never said anythin
about leaving the Kingdom!"
Valek follows phinnea.
[Phinnea]: ((Phinnea running may have been an exageration, it was a hurried wiggle.))
[Jackdaw]: "my getted roof"
Phinnea looks at the driver and frowns.
(GM whispered to Jamison): I am sure that we can work something out.
Jackdaw hurries out and climbs on top of the coach
[Anne]: I'll go - but I need to get my horse back to the temple...first, or else I'll have
to ride alongside. Barkeep? Can anyone here ride my horse back to the Church in Kissel?
I can pay a fair wage."
[GM]: The aged gentleman "I will take thee as far as the pass and that be all!"
Lydia blinks at Jackdaw climbs on top of the coach and... well, debates sighing with
relief.
Phinnea looks at the others. "Whatdya think?"
[GM]: The barkeep nods his head, still not speaking
Jackdaw rummages in his russqack and pulls out a pair of sticks about18" long
[Anne]: Hmm... I will ride on my horse. We may need mounts when we reach the pass."
[Valek]: "Barkeep, forgive my intrusion, but have you lost the use of your voice?"
[GM]: IQ roll Jamison
[GM]: The barkeep studies Anne, smiling at her good looks. Then he speaks.
[Jackdaw]: "oops"
(GM whispered to Anne): Give me a roll
[Anne]: "Thanks for the offer Phinnea, but I think I'd best keep my horse for now."
(To GM) DICE for Anne: (3d6) : 3d6=2,4,6 = [ 12 ]
(Anne whispered to GM): what kind of roll is that?
DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=1,1,4 = [ 6 ]
Jackdaw puts the sticks back and jumps down, hurrying into the kitchen
Phinnea nods and clambers aboard, squishing into a seat within the coach.
Thor steps outside and waits for the others
[GM]: The barkeep speaks, "Fladin ops di ubin cue dom singl"
Jackdaw comes rushing back carrying a staff
[Jackdaw]: "almost forgetted"
Lydia climbs into the carriage and sticks to one of the windows. She relaxes slightly...
and wonders if there will be wine and cheese on this trip as well.
[Jackdaw]: and climbs back on the roof
(GM whispered to Anne): It is Old Haddin meaning "You might have better luck in the next
village."
[Valek]: "Ann is it? Could you aid me in a restoration so that this man may speak again?"
(Anne whispered to GM): Anne replies with a "Thank you sir." in Old Haddin herself
[GM]: The coach makes ready to leave.
[GM]: The man nods and smiles to Anne and goes back to whistling and cleaning the mugs.
Thor climbs into the coach and finds a seat
[GM]: The coach is a little cramped but it fits everyone
(Valek whispered to GM): can I cast a spell based on the assumption that I will get a
critical sucess? (IE I don't have enough energy for it normally)
[Anne]: Valek - I think he can speak - I just think he says little because he
misunderstands us. I think he doesn't speak common Methorian."
Phinnea motions to the driver to wait for all to board.
[Anne]: ((GM- Anne will be riding her horse next to the Coach))
(GM whispered to Valek): No, you cant. You must have the potiential to succeed whether it
be ST or a powerstone.
[Valek]: "Ahh, my apologies for the assumption dear sir."
[GM]: Anne rides her horse next to the coach
(Valek whispered to GM): figued as much.
[GM]: ((Jamison, are you here?))
Jackdaw takes out his sticks again
DICE for Jamison: (3d6yep) : = [ 0 ]
Valek goes tot he coach and gets in looking at the cramped quarters, but realising it's FAR
better then walking and seats himself.
(Jamison whispered to GM): yep
(GM whispered to Jamison): Did I miss that IQ roll?
(GM whispered to Jamison): I see it ... nevermind.
(Jamison whispered to GM): yes...had a 6
[Phinnea]:
(GM whispered to Jamison): You realize that the party will be going through the city of
Baxter. This is where the Duke that took you in as a child lives and you were born in a
village close to it. You can probably get horses or hire a coach there.
[Valek]: (BRB 10 min)
[GM]: The coach is loaded and leaves the village of Augmena. In a few mintues it turn East
on The Old Mage's Web and continues on its route.
Jackdaw starts clacking his sticks together in time with the horses
Lydia asks randomly... "Why do they call it the... 'Mage's Web'?"
[Jamison]: Excuse me....I believe that I can aquire horses and a coach if necessary for
our travel.. I am familar with the area and know the merchants...
[Jackdaw]: he gets an amazing varriety of percussive effects for just sticks, sharp sounds,
hollow sounds, tappy sounda, thunks etc
Phinnea shrugs her shoulders. "Anne may know. Jamison, that would be great for the journey
through the pass."
[GM]: The coach continues on the Web passing through a village about every 1/2 hour.
DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=2,3,5 = [ 3 ]
Lydia glances up at the roof from time to time, rolling her eyes at Jackdaw's performance.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): he does alright, nothing spectacular
[GM]: The coach stop just about an hour before dark. The driver exits and calls Phinny out
to talk.
Phinnea clambers out to talk to the driver.
[Phinnea]: "What is it?"
[GM]: You can all hear the conversation as the driver appears to be hard of hearing, "Mam,
will ye be wanting to continue on till Baxter this evening or stop before then?"
Phinnea half yells in response. "Let me ask the others!"
[GM]: The driver looks at the Guardians and then the Flamos sitting in the West.
[GM]: The driver yells, "I make it at least another 50 miles till the city"
Phinnea turns to everyone else, "well, you heard him, what's the opinions?"
(Anne whispered to GM): Rubix - sorrya bout this but I feel a seizure coming on, and I have
to leave...sorry.
(GM whispered to Anne): Okay
(GM whispered to Anne): Take care friend
(Anne whispered to GM): I'll come back if I can, but I don't know if I'll be able.
(Anne whispered to GM): Thanks - cya
Lydia frowns warily. "I'd prefer to stop in civilized territory, if I can help it... but
I'm just one woman..."
[Jackdaw]: "my not cared"
[ Zuggtmoy left the game ]
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You see a man walking off the road about 200 yards. He appears
to be stumbling about.
[Phinnea]: "Jamison?"
[GM]: The terrain is all rolling grassy hills here abouts. There are some larger hills to
the Northeast. Flamos almost sits directly behind the guardians from this perspective.
DICE for Jackdaw: (15-3d6) : 3d6=4,5,4 = [ 2 ]
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): look closer at him
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): He appears to be looking for something... possibly lost.
[Jackdaw]: "Anval there bee'd a mans what might be in troubles "
Jackdaw climbs down and goes toward the man
[Jackdaw]: "you hurted? needed helps?"
[Lydia]: "Hm? ... what's that furry up to?"
Phinnea looks to see who JD is talking to.
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): He cannot hear you, but then you realize that he is not there.
When he disappears you feel the presence of a ghost nearby.
[GM]: There is no one there.
[Jackdaw]: "hello? can my helped you?'
Phinnea shrugs, looking confused.
[Lydia]: "He's hallucinating... must've gotten addled by the ale."
[Jackdaw]: "Pip you see'd hims?"
[Jackdaw]: "you losted?"
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You hear a voice, "I cant see to find it. Please do you see my
sword? There might be Orcs about tonight!"
[Phinnea]: "Yo, Jamison! THor! You sleeping inside that coach?"
[Lydia]: "... and who's this... 'Pip'... he keeps talking to? Is he touched?"
Jackdaw starts searching the ground
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): "Squawk Pip see Man Squawk"
[Jackdaw]: "what sword looked like?"
Lydia gets out of the coach and sighs, looking over at Jackdaw. "... of all the..."
Lydia wanders over to the faun with an annoyed expression. "Hey. What are you doing?"
[ «Jack» left the game ]
[Jackdaw]: "Pip, you see'd sword hims lookeding for?"
[Lydia]: (Hmm. We seem to be dying left and right. ^^;)
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): The man does not really seem to respond to your question but
says, "I know I had it ... but now it is gone. Where could it be?"
[Phinnea]: ((nodnod))
[GM]: ((Ouch ... are we all lagged out??))
[Jackdaw]: ((that ok my talked to dead peoples))
[Phinnea]: ((our own version of sixth sense.))
[Jackdaw]: "yoohoo, mister!"
Jackdaw tries to attract his attention
[Lydia]: (Ah...)
[Jackdaw]: "Pip you getted hims to talked with my?"
[Lydia]: (And I think a few of us lagged out, GM, but some of us are still here.)
[Jackdaw]: "what sword looked like? where loosed it?"
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): "Squawk Man looking for something Squawk"
[Lydia]: "... Frozen Blaze, you're completely out of your mind, furry one. Come on... let's
go back..."
[Jackdaw]: "my know but my not haved sword to gived hims"
[Jackdaw]: ((does Lydia touch Jackdaw?))
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You sense that he senses you now. "My sword. I must have my
sword, before the Orcs come ... please help me find my sword"
[Valek]:
Lydia reaches for Jackdaw, intending to grab him by the shoulder. "Hey..."
[Lydia]: (She does now. ^^;)
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): let her hear
[Jackdaw]: "what sword looked like?"
[Jackdaw]: "my helped you finded"
[GM]: Lydia hears a voice
[Lydia]: :: ?! ::
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): A ghostly voice "My sword ... I must find my sword"
(GM whispered to Lydia): A ghostly voice "My sword ... I must find my sword"
[Jackdaw]: "when Orcs commings?"
[Lydia]: "What in...?!"
Lydia staggers back, startled.
[Jackdaw]: "Jamison!" he calls out loudly
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): "Please help me, we must be prepared for the Orcs. Men guard
the camp prepare for an onslaught!"
Lydia lands on her backside, holding her head with her hand. "Aaagh... what was that
voice...?"
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): does he look familliar, maybe like a portrait?
[Valek]: "Orcs?"
Phinnea looks over at Lydia sitting on the ground and giggles.
(To GM) DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=1,4,3 = [ 5 ]
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): made IQ by 5
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You cant see him
Lydia grumbles at Phinnea. "Don't laugh. That wasn't right."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): oh, right
Phinnea looks around for Orcs. "What is going on?"
Jackdaw lifts his new sirinx and begins to play softly
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): materialize
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): But now that you think about it ... the glimpse that you got of
him .... might have shown him to be in some sort of uniform.
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Casting what?
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Roll
DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=3,2,6 = [ 2 ]
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): succeed by 2
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): What are you casting?
[Valek]: "I heard, the fawn, Jackdraw was it.... He said 'when Orcs commings'."
[Lydia]: Spooked, Lydia unlaces her pack and reaches inside, pulling out a strange device.
It vaguely resembles a crossbow, but doesn't have a bolt loaded despite the fact that it's
drawn. It also has an odd lever attached to the side.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): where I hear thew voice
Phinnea looks over at the driver. "IT looks like we'll stay here the nite!" she almost
yells.
Lydia relaces her pack and holds the weapon in her left hand, looking around nervously.
"I don't know what an 'orc' is, but if it talks like whatever spoke in my head just now, I
don't want to meet it."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): actually made by 3 should have been a 14
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Natural Spellcasting?
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): from Pip
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): Sound and Materialize
Valek still seems perfectly calm the face of serienity in fact. "Well if were to stay here
for the night, we should start a fire..."
[GM]: Everyone make a vision roll
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=5,4,5 = [ 0 ]
DICE for Phinnea: (14-3d6) : 3d6=1,1,4 = [ 8 ]
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=4,1,5 = [ 10 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): made it by 9
[GM]: Suddenly close to where Jackdaw is standing a man appears. He is wearing rags which
appears to be a uniform of some sort. He searches the ground for something.
Jackdaw calls out "Jamison, comed here pleased"
[Lydia]: "AAAGH!"
Phinnea looks at the man warily. "Hey, stranger! What are you looking for?"
Jackdaw reaches out to touch Phinnea
Lydia scrambles backwards, gesturing vaguely with the device in her left hand. "He... he...
he just appeared out of thin air!"
[Jackdaw]: "not worry, hims just ghost"
Phinnea looks at Jackdaw strangely. "What?"
Valek looks curiously and approaches "Spirit? Ghost?"
DICE for Jamison: (3d6) : 3d6=3,6,3 = [ 12 ]
[Valek]: "Ahh, what dose the ghost seek?"
[GM]: The man does not appear to notice you but continues to search the ground.
[Lydia]: "Ghost?!"
[Jackdaw]: "hims looked for sword, hims sayed orcs comming"
Lydia goes white as a sheet. "..... but... ghosts aren't real..."
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): The materialize spell would only make Pip materialize, right?
Jamison belatedly heads towards JD
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): any ghost
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): I assumed
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Okay
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): otherwise Pip could just do it himself?
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): if you want I'll spend a CP on it from practicing with Pip over
the last year
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): that way it's not free
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You are right. You can force a ghost to materialize
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): but I thought it was part of the familliar package
[Jamison]: JD.. remember the skulls??? and what you did for themm..Can you play again?
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): well not want to forvce, just enable
[GM]: The man speaks, "My sword. I must find my sword before the enemy arrives. Men!
Guard the Camp! The enemy is near!"
[GM]: Then the man vanishes.
[Jackdaw]: "hims looking for sword, you only ones my knowed with sword now, maybe you can
helped?"
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You still sense him there... but he is much more faint.
Phinnea clamps her hands to her head in frustration. "Was the ale back there that good?"
[Valek]: "Well if we are to stay here for the night...."
[Jackdaw]: "him needs helped"
Valek looks at the air in front of him.
[Jamison]: I think He is reliving a past life... maybe you can help him rest
[Jackdaw]: "but my not finded sword"
(Valek whispered to GM): create servant
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=5,3,5 = [ 13 ]
[Jackdaw]: "oh" in sudden realization
(Valek whispered to GM): sucess by 7
[GM]: The driver approaches Phinny "Gee Wilikers That be a spook! I aint gonna stay aroun
heres with no spook about!"
Jackdaw starts playing again
[Jamison]: Anne.. what are your thoughts..??
[Phinnea]: "Maybe this is not the best place to stay the nite?"
[Lydia]: "I would prefer not to..."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): seek earth, looking for steel, excluding Jamison
[Valek]: **A man appears before Valek
[GM]: Anne "Yes, it could be a spirit that needs to be put to rest. But I suspect that he
will not allow that ... until he finds what he is looking for"
DICE for Jackdaw: (14-3d6) : 3d6=2,5,3 = [ 4 ]
Lydia warily gets up, still holding the odd device in her hand.
[Valek]: "We are not staying?"
[GM]: The driver jumps back "What is it another spook!" he eyes the man near Valek with
great suspicion.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): admittedly probably the coach or Lydia
[Valek]: "This is a mere servant, it is not in any way harmful."
[Phinnea]: "A servant?!?"
[Valek]: "I was to ask to to go gather firewood for us."
[Valek]:
[Jamison]: How about...restless spitets.. and our restless souls... I believe they may
cancel out... 1 guard 1 hour... and shift.. we should be able to handle this
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): should detect the nearest significient steel excepting what
Jamison has, within 10 miles
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): roll was +4
[Lydia]: "....."
[GM]: The driver jumps on his coach and grabs the reigns "Well, sorry Mam but I am leaving.
Youz might wanna get your baggage"
[Jamison]: any thoughts??
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): currently down 6 fatigue, JD's getting worn out a bit
Lydia blinks at Valek again, frowning and thinking to herself. :: Creation of matter...
that's nothing I've ever seen before. First the flower, now this... servant.
Jamison ignores the ghosts
Phinnea hastily grabs her things, helping the others to do so also.
Lydia looks at Jamison. "I don't know about you, but if I have to stay here with a ghost, I
won't be sleeping..."
Valek gets his staff, seemingly his own material posession besides the clothes he wears.
Lydia has her things already. ^^;
[Valek]: "Servant, if you please, go and gather firewood for the night."
[Jamison]: Then you can have first watch...
[Phinnea]: "Looks like we got our first vlounteer to watch."
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You search for the sword.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): by magic, yes
[Lydia]: "! ... damn... ^^;"
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): seek earth, looking for steel, excepting Jamison's possessions
[Valek]:
[Jamison]: nice of you to volunteer
[GM]: The coach pulls away, continuing along the Mage's Web. It is soon out of sight
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): roll was made by 4 so the nearest sword sized or better
concentration within 10 miles
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You find what you think might be the sword. Two feet down just
where you say the ghost.
[Valek]: "Servant? Go and gather wood for burning in a fire."
Jackdaw plays again
Jamison pulls off his pack and rests his head.."some one wake me when It is my turn"
[GM]: Servant nods and leaves.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): drawing on the small powerstone Shape Earth to dig it out
DICE for Jackdaw: (14-3d6) : 3d6=6,6,5 = [ -3 ]
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): must be too tired
Lydia sighs and sits down, groaning. "Why a ghost? Why did a ghost have to be real?"
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): 17 be fumble?
(Jamison whispered to GM): did me and Anne ever get the chance to deliver the sword?":
[GM]: Jackdaw tries to cast a spell, but he hits a flat note
[Jackdaw]: more like a flatulent note
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Yep ,that be a fumble. Nothing happens that you can tell.
[Jamison]: JD.. if your going to play.. at least play in tune...
[Jamison]: don't fart
Valek flicks his ears at the sound....
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You also spent full price for the spell
Jackdaw tries to dig with his hands
[Jackdaw]: "it bee'd here"
Jamison flicks a nose
Lydia winces.
Jamison rests
[GM]: Anne "Jackdaw would you mind telling us what you are doing?"
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): How much fatigue do you have? And how much was your stone
drained?
[Valek]: "I am not sure how long the servant will take to return, I shall stay awake that
long and start a fire once it is here..."
Phinnea sits on the ground also, resting her head on her backpack.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): I'm down to 4 and the 4 point stone is at 3
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): allowing for the sirinx, if that failed on the last roll then
the stone is down 2
[GM]: Jackdaw continues to dig, but soon has to stop and catch his breath.
[Jackdaw]: "this bee'd too hard anybodies gotted shovel?"
Lydia sits quietly and scans the 'perimeter'. While waiting for the servant to return, she
also opens her pack again and unloads a second strange weapon. This one more closely
resembles a crossbow, but it has two bolts loaded.
[Lydia]: "Sorry... I don't carry a shovel..."
[Jackdaw]: "my rested a bit"
(Valek whispered to GM): create object: Shovel
Jackdaw takes 10
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=1,3,1 = [ 5 ]
[Jamison]: OOC: a double barreled crossbow?
(GM whispered to Valek): nice
Valek hands jackdraw a shovel he diden't have a second ago "Here."
Lydia lays the heavier crossbow on the ground and continues to hold her strange crossbow-
like device. "... well, if anything DOES come out of the dark, I'll get a chance to test
these..."
[GM]: Crossbows, by the way, are not all that common in Methoria. Some consider this a
weapon of a sniper and a coward.
Jackdaw takes shovel
[Lydia]: OOC: Yep. And no one's bothered to ask her 'bout the other device. =)
[Jamison]: ?????
[Jackdaw]: OOC must be magic, nothing unusual 'bout that
Phinnea tosses uncomfortably, and finally stands. SHe then begins to take off her clothes,
laying them across a nearby log. She resumes her position using her clothes as a blanket
muttering to herself. "Wake me when you must..."
Valek walks up to Lydia "I have never seen a weapon of that sort before... What is it?"
[Jamison]: OOC: must be interesting... what is the other device,,,
Lydia looks at the device. "What, this? It's an autoprodd. Designed it myself."
[GM]: Anne speaking to Phinnea "Things just keep getting stranger and stranger. Maybe that
Ale was better than I thought!" she takes a sip from her flask.
Jackdaw looks at the shovel, looks at the ground and smiles
[Valek]: "Autoprodd?"
Lydia holds it up proudly to the goblinoid. "See, you load lead shot into the chamber
here... when you fire the shot, you pull on this lever here..."
Lydia mimes pulling the lever.
[Jackdaw]: in about five minutes he puts the shovel in the dirt then begins playing
Phinnea nods to Anne as she begins to fall asleep. "Aye, that ale was good."
[Valek]: "So it's a 'combat slingshot'?"
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): it may well dissappear now
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): check with Valek to see how he did it
[Lydia]: "... and it automatically recocks the string and loads another pellet from the
chamber. Er... yeah, you could call it that, but it's faster. I can get off six shots in
ten seconds with this little number."
[Jackdaw]: how heavy is the shovel?
[Valek]: "Intriging."
Lydia smiles wickedly. "It's not lethal, either, so I don't mind using it as a basic
sidearm. Kind of necessary, since black powder doesn't seem to work in this world."
[Valek]: (Slightly less then 5 lbs)
Jackdaw plays the rythym of a work song
[GM]: When Jackdaw put the shovel down, it vanishes
Jackdaw comes to a stop "where shovel go'ed?"
[Jackdaw]: "my was going to maked it dig"
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): What are you casting?
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Apportation?
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): was going to cast Animate object, but now my object is gone
[Valek]: "Sorry my friend, the shovel is a magical creation and cannot exist without
touch."
[Lydia]: "... yeah, I've been meaning to ask about that."
[Jackdaw]: "oh. you not sayed so"
Lydia peers curiously at Valek. "How'd you do that? Create matter from thin air, I mean?"
[GM]: Anne nods off leaning against Phinnea.
[Jackdaw]: "oh well my try again
[GM]: It is starting to get dark.
Jackdaw begins to play...again
Phinnea snores loudly.
[Valek]: "Where is my servant? I had thought cathing firewood have been easier..."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): Shape Earth
[GM]: The servant has not returned.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): to dig out the sword
[GM]: IQ roll Valek
[Valek]:
DICE for Jackdaw: (14-3d6) : 3d6=1,5,6 = [ 2 ]
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=6,4,3 = [ 13 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): made it by 6
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): drwaing from the my slightly recovered fatigue
(GM whispered to Valek): With the rolling hills around here.... perhaps firewood is scarce
(Valek whispered to GM): great, it's going to go all the way to some forest isin't it....
(Valek whispered to GM): well Valek woulden't have considered that initially anyway, he's
never gathered firewood himself....
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): How big of a hole do you want??
[GM]: A hole begins to appear in front of Jackdaw as he plays his sirinx
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): one hex down to the sword, then I'll do a second if needed to
free it
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You go down one hex and see no sword.
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): when I know which direction to work in
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Does JD continue?
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): And how far down?
[Valek]: "My servant may not return until morning..... There may be naught for firewood
here...."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): will continue one more
[Valek]: "Creating matter from nothing? I am creating it from magic."
[GM]: The hole becomes deeper
DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=5,2,4 = [ 2 ]
[GM]: It is now 6 feet down.
[Lydia]: "But... what *is* magic, anyways?"
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): should be 12 feet
[GM]: Now it is 12 feet down
[Valek]: "Magic is the enger which allows matter to exist."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): a hex is usually figured as 3x3x6
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): How wide? Still no sword by the way
[GM]: The hole is becomming quite huge.
[Lydia]: "... energy creates matter? That doesn't make a lot of sense..."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): this was where I detected the steel isn't it?
[Valek]: "Magic is the supreme power which governs the universe, without magic there is
nothing."
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Yes it is where it .... WAS
Valek points at Jackdaw's hole "That is magic....."
Lydia sighs, holding her knees. "I don't think I'll ever understand this world. In Regia,
there is no magic. There's only science, technology, and alchemy. I know that. I can
understand that. But this..."
Lydia looks at Jackdaw, her expression a mixture of confusion, awe, and fear.
[GM]: Jackdaw now has a hole 3 feet wide and 12 feet deep and earth pilling up around it.
Jackdaw stops to consider
[Lydia]: "... this makes no sense to me."
[Jackdaw]: standing back a bit
[Jackdaw]: "should have bee'd there"
(Valek whispered to GM): when I go to sleep I loos concentration and the spell stops
correct?
[GM]: Suddenly the earth shifts and there is a skull.
Jackdaw goes over to the skull
(GM whispered to Valek): Yes
Valek flicks his ears....
(GM whispered to Valek): That's the way I read it.
[Jackdaw]: leans over and listens...intently
(Valek whispered to GM): same here.
[Lydia]: "....."
DICE for Jackdaw: (15-3d6) : 3d6=4,1,3 = [ 7 ]
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): hearing roll, of course if it's silent...
(Valek whispered to GM): I might try meditating tonight then, so I can still rest but
maintaing concentration.
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): The voice again "My sword ... I must find my sword."
Lydia leans her head on her knees. "Like this. Talking with the dead. In Regia, when
you're dead, you're dead. Spirits and ghosts are just fables to scare children who think
chimaera are 'neat'."
Jackdaw pokes around in the dirt looking for what he might find
[Valek]: "Perhaps the children are correct and the 'adults' simply refuse to belive?"
[GM]: Jackdaw finds a few other Human bones. All greatly decayed.
[Lydia]: "I've never seen any proof."
[Jackdaw]: any signs of metal? rust?
[GM]: No sign of metal or rust
[Valek]: "Maby your eyes are closed to it?"
Lydia snorts.
[Jackdaw]: talking to the skull "you sword, haved it name?"
[Lydia]: "What's the point? There's plenty of problems in the 'mortal coil' to deal with...
I haven't the time to worry about ghosts and spirits, too."
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): "My sword ... It is my sword. I must find it."
Jackdaw 's beginning to get suspicious about who he's talking to
[Jackdaw]: "sword, what you called it?"
[Valek]: "I imagine most ghost think the same thing, save they change mortal coil, with
afterlife, and ghosts and spritis with the living."
Lydia shrugs. "So I'm supposed to care about someone who's already dead? Already beyond
help?"
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): Jackdaw begins to wonder if he's talking to King Milbourn
[GM]: What does Jackdaw do now?
[Valek]: "Are they truly beyond help?"
[Lydia]: "They're dead. You can't bring the dead back to life."
[Jackdaw]: "Jamison, please commed here"
Jackdaw picks up the skull
Lydia looks at the sleeping Jamison. "... that'll be tough, furry."
[Valek]: "I can, but it is not easy."
[GM]: Darkness falls.
Lydia goggles at Valek. "You what?! You can bring the dead back to life?!?"
Lydia shakes her head incredulously. "That's impossible!"
[Jackdaw]: adressing Jamison "you knowed what happened to King Milbourn? my not learneded
that"
[GM]: You all notice a eery red glow from Valek's eyes.
[Valek]: "With help, were it absolutly nessassary... yes."
Jackdaw goes over to wake Jamison
Valek 's eyes glow as if dull red embers were embedded in his skull where his eyes are.
Lydia notices the glow. She shivers slightly, but does not back off. She's too intrigued by
this strange creature's magic to recognize his inhumanity.
[GM]: Everyone except for Valek is having trouble seeing
[Jackdaw]: to Valek "how much helped you needed?"
Lydia looks around with a sigh. "... I wish we had that fire now. I don't even have an
elixir I can use for this..."
[Valek]: "I would need at least 300 non-mages..."
[Jackdaw]: "we could try that but my think finded sword be better"
[Jackdaw]: "Jamison' shaking his shoulder
[Valek]: "Or 4 mages with good powerstones and at least passing knoledge of the spell."
[Lydia]:
[Lydia]: "... I dunno. That doesn't make sense to me."
[Jackdaw]: "my not thinked we having that"
Lydia shrugs, waving her hand about. "In my world, dead is dead. Period."
[GM]: Jamison is snoozing away
[GM]: As is Anne
[GM]: It is very dark now
Phinnea is sleeping too.
Valek tilts his head "What dose the ghost need his body for? I may be abel to help still."
[Jackdaw]: "not need body, need to finded sword"
[GM]: Vison roll from Valek
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=1,1,3 = [ 5 ]
Jackdaw hesitates
[Lydia]: "I can speed healing... some people can reverse aging... but no one can bring life
to the inanimate. Not without creating an abomination nearly as bad as a chimaera."
(Valek whispered to GM): mad it by a lot, 14
(GM whispered to Valek): You notice your Servant coming over a hill with an armfull of
small sticks.
[Valek]: "Ahh my servant has returned.... I shall make a fire in the morrow..."
[Jackdaw]: "it bee'd too dark we needed fire"
Lydia blinks at Valek. "I think we could use a fire now. Let me find my firestarter..."
[Lydia]: (I assume my toolkit would include one.)
[Valek]: "No need."
[GM]: In about 10 minutes the Servant returns with an armfull of small sticks.
[Lydia]: "....."
[Lydia]: "... don't tell me, let me guess. More magic?"
[Valek]: "Thank you very much Servant. Go now."
[GM]: The Servant vanished
Valek dispells the servant and it disapears.
Jackdaw hesitates to take Jamison's sword....
[Valek]: "But of course."
[Jackdaw]: and tries to wake him again
Lydia sighs.
[Valek]: "We should save the fire for morrow now... It will aid with breakfast, and the
warming of a chill body...."
[Lydia]: "... this is nuts. How am I supposed to live in a world that goes completely
against the laws of nature that I'm aware of. And listen, I can't 'keep watch' without
light."
[Valek]: "Ahh."
(Valek whispered to GM): Create object: Oil lamp with oil.
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=4,2,6 = [ 12 ]
[GM]: The party sits (and sleeps) as the first hour of darkness comes upon them.
[Jackdaw]: how long has it been since my spellcasting?
Valek hands Lydia an oil lamp filled with oil "Use this."
[Jackdaw]: ah an hour, good
Valek sits down on the ground.
Lydia blinks.
(GM whispered to Valek): Cant do that
[Lydia]: "A lamp. Finally, something familiar."
[GM]: Jackdaw is rested up
Jackdaw starts playing again, a soft whisttful sound with strange echoes
(Valek whispered to GM): can't create an oil lamp filled with oil?
[GM]: There is no lamp
[Valek]: (Wait, I may not have been able to create that...)
(Valek whispered to GM): just oil in a bag then?
[Lydia]: "... or not."
[Lydia]: (^^;)
[GM]: And with that .... I am going to END SESSION
