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[Tue Nov 21 19:05:16 CST 2000]
[GM]: Setting: The party spends the day in Baxter, shopping and getting ready for the
upcoming trip to Pershing. Horses have been arranged for the morning, courtesy of the Duke.
Jamison acquires 1 1/2 fortnights worth of dry meat, dry fruit, and grain for the horses
for the price of 300 crowns. Anne has a brief chat with a Bard about an acurate portrayal
of the party's exploits with the Baron. Lydia, Jackdaw, Jamison, Peshida, Phinny, and Anne
each pay for a room at the Hungry Lion. It is 10:00pm on the 3rd of Methorah otherwise
known as Dark Tuesday in the Summer of 1133p as we BEGIN SESSION 59.
(Valek whispered to GM): he spent as much time studying as he could to still have a good
nights sleep.
[GM]: The Hungry Lion seems to fill up a little as the hour grows late.
[GM]: What are everyone's plans for the night?
[Lydia]: (Study!)
[Valek]: (Likewise)
[ Apex joined the game ]
[Apex]: hello jack
[GM]: Lydia, describe exactly what you are doing, please.
[Apex]: long time no see
[Anne]: ((Anne was going to cast Ancient History on Lydia's Egg))
[Anne]: ((At her request))
Lydia spends a good long while just staring at the Philosopher's Egg, poking at it, and so
on.
Although she'd appreciate Anne's help in figuring it out, she decides she can't wait for
her to come back and pokes at it by herself for a while.
[Anne]: 00c - in that case, Anne will spend the rest of the evening with the bard, helping
him get his story straight...about the baron.
[GM]: Lydia give me an IQ roll
[Lydia]: (Alright...)
Jamison sits back in the common room and listens to the banter going on....
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=5,4,2 = [ 3 ]
(GM whispered to Anne): You will find the Bard sitting at a table alone in the Hungry Lion.
He is very happy to see you.
(Anne whispered to GM): Hello, Sir Bard... Would you care to hear my tale as it really
happened?"
(Valek whispered to GM): also I'm going to have a servant find me a bat.
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic: "I would very much like to hear the tale, and I could not
ask for a more beautiful story teller."
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=5,3,5 = [ 13 ]
(GM whispered to Anne): What kind of servant?
(GM whispered to Valek): What kind of servant?
(GM whispered to Anne): (disreguard that)
(Valek whispered to GM): skilled - with 'animal handeling'
(Lydia whispered to GM): Made it by 3...
(GM whispered to Valek): Very well. You cast your spell and you create your servant. He
leaves.
[GM]: (Whispering)
(GM whispered to Lydia): You notice some color change in the egg since last you looked at
it. It appears made of a solid rock.. The color was red with golden specks, but the specks
now appear blue.
Lydia frowns at the rock. "Hmm..."
(GM whispered to Jamison): If you are sitting in the Inn, you notice Anne go over to the
table with the Bard and begin to speak to him.
(Lydia whispered to GM): Any reasonable explanation for the colour change? Should I make
an Alchemy roll? <shudder>
[GM]: Sure, give me an alchemy roll, Lydia
[Anne]: "Well, then let me fill you in... You forgot a member of our band, a Ellyll named
Lendyll... (goes on to tell the tale, omitting details about Gleam, but inferring the rumor
of Necromancy about the Baron)
[Anne]: (oops - that should have been whispered - sorry guys
Jamison half listens to the tale Anne spins for the Bard... trying to get the mood of the
people...
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (10-3d6) : 3d6=6,5,6 = [ -7 ]
(GM whispered to Anne): He listens intently, "Please tell me about the one called Lendyll."
(Lydia whispered to GM): Gyah! ;_;
[GM]: Lydia, you are pretty sure that the color change is due to it being held and the
resulting temperature change.
(Anne whispered to GM): I never knew him well - he liked his wine, and was quick to cast a
spell in battle. He liked his Fireballs - and he was a loyal friend. He was with us when
we arrested the Baron, but vanished during the battle - we Never saw him again, and I fear
he is dead."
Lydia puts the Egg back down and watches it.
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "Lendyll, do you say. I must confess, the one I wish to know
more about is you my lady"
[GM]: After about 20 minutes, you decide that it is not going to change back.
Lydia frowns. "That shouldn't be..."
[GM]: What is Thor doing, this evening?
Lydia picks it up again, shaking it.
(Valek whispered to GM): EEK!
[Thor]: Nothing unusual (sorry been busy in whispers and ICQs) Thor will get a room and
settle in for the night.
(Valek whispered to GM): I think I figured out your egg, and that's not healthy for it if
I'm right.
[ Apex left the game ]
[GM]: Thor will you share one with Lydia, Jackdaw, Jamison, Peshida, Phinny, or Anne? or get
one of your own?
(Anne whispered to GM): "Ummm....Okay. I was born in Kissel - an ugly girl, but healthy.
(Tells Storic of her past) ...and then last year, I was Blessed by the High Patrona, and was
transformed... I was not always this attractive, and I must admit it gets me embarssed some
times... <blush>"
[Thor]: Probably a separate room
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "No, you misunderstand me. Who you are .... what are you
hopes and dreams? What makes you smile and laugh?" he smiles warmly.
[GM]: The egg appears to do nothing
Lydia grumbles. "Stupid thing... why won't you work?"
(Valek whispered to GM): I think Valek's intence magical curiosity might have him check in
on Lydia.
[GM]: A vision roll Lydia please
Lydia sets the Egg back down with frustration. "Hmph. Pity I don't have my whole lab to
use..."
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=3,5,2 = [ 4 ]
(GM whispered to Valek): Sure, you have nothing to do but wait for your servant
(Anne whispered to GM): "Hmmm... Sorry. Not many people have asked me my dreams, and I
suppose
I've not spoken of them much either... I love the Church, and I want a family - but I know I
can't do both - that one day I'll have to decide between them.
[GM]: As Lydia sits the egg back down, a strange thing happens. The table appears scorched
and then she notices a hair-line crack in the egg.
Lydia blinks. "Uhm... I don't think that's right..."
(Anne whispered to GM): "I want to be looked at without revulsion ... I want people to care
for me, and I want to be able to protect them from dangers seen and unseen. I don't know
Storic; I guess I've been so wrapped up in my duties I haven't thought deeply about
my goals."
Lydia peers closely at the Egg, getting so close that her spectacles are nearly touching it.
She peers VERY closely at the egg, and the scorching. "What on earth...?"
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "And why can't you?"
Valek eventually gets up and checks in on Lydia.
Valek knocks softly at the door.
[GM]: Lydia feels a strong heat coming from the egg that almost makes her jump back.
[Lydia]: "AHGK!"
Lydia starts, both from the heat and the knock. "Who is it?"
[Valek]: "It is Valek."
[Valek]: "May I step in?"
[GM]: The color of the egg changes once again.
[Lydia]: "I guess so..."
Valek opens the door and steps insdie "I had a thought about your egg."
Lydia peers very closely at the egg, watching the colour. (What colour now?)
[Lydia]: "Shh!"
(Anne whispered to GM): "I can't, because If you wish to rise above the rank of
Archpriestess, you cannot be married. You cannot divide your heart between Church and
Family and still serve each faithfully - one will come before the other, and I wouldn't
wish to neglect either."
[Lydia]: "Not now..."
[Valek]: "I came to the conclusion; it may be alive."
Lydia frowns at it, ignoring the heat radiating from it as she peers at it. "This sure
isn't acting like a - ... alive?!"
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "Ahh... then Archpriestess does not satisfy your heart?" he
sighs.
[Valek]: "Yes, well -eggs are generally a genisis for new creatures."
Lydia blinks with startlement. "I thought the Philosopher's Egg was a tool, not a living
thing. But that means... it's..."
(GM whispered to Anne): When Lydia looks back after letting Valek in. There is no heat.
Lydia looks nervously at the egg. "... hatching..."
[Valek]: "A magical egg would be the birthplace of a magical creature."
[GM]: When Lydia looks back after letting Valek in. There is no heat.
[Valek]: "Yes, well, it's advisabal not to be rough with it, after all that could either
kill it, or really upset the creature within."
[Lydia]: <blink>
(Anne whispered to GM): "I suppose it makes sense in a way - the Church becomes your
family. It's not that I would not be satisfied - I guess I'm just too ambitious to stop
there, at least right now. Maybe, if I find the right man, Archpriestess will be enough?"
[Lydia]: "... it was, anyways..."
Lydia gulps at that.
[Lydia]: "Uh-hunh. Okay. So..."
[Valek]: "Depending on how powerful it is."
Lydia scratches her head nervously. "... so what I am supposed to do? Wait?"
[Valek]: "Warm it?"
[Lydia]: :: That sounds so dreadfully boring... waiting for it to hatch... ::
[Lydia]: "Warm it...?"
Lydia frowns, sitting back down at the table and getting touching the egg. "Er... sorry
'bout that, Egg. No hard feelings... right?"
[Valek]: "With heat. Eggs hatch better when incubated."
[Lydia]: "Hmm."
Lydia frowns, then snaps her fingers.
[GM]: The crack in the egg seems longer now
[Lydia]: "Valek, do you think they'd have... oh, goodness... an oil stove? I don't even
know if those exist here."
[Valek]: "We primarly use magic."
[GM]: ((Oil is only know to condition the skin))
[Valek]: "I can provide some fire if you need to heat some water."
Lydia curses fluently in Elvish.
Valek furrows his brow.
[Lydia]: "No, I don't want to boil it, just keep it over a warm stove."
Lydia picks up the Egg gingerly.
[Lydia]: "..... what to do, what to do..."
Valek looks at the egg "Of course there's very littel way to know just how much heat is
needs."
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "And how, might I dare ask ... could one hope to win your
heart?"
[Lydia]: "It would make sense if it used the body temperature of its mother... but I don't
even know what a Philospher's Egg's MOTHER is..."
[Valek]: "If it's a pheonix or a dragon then it needs to be immersed in flame, but if it's
simply something along the lines of a phyrinx it just needs warm sun."
Lydia stares at the Egg for a bit...
[Lydia]: "... dragon?"
[Valek]: "Predomanantly friendly creatures; one lives above my village. Keeps away most
invaders even if we do have to deal with the ocassional knight comming along on a 'holy
quest'."
Lydia goes cold at that. "You mean, like a drake? ... Flash and Flame, I hope not. Those are
vicious brutes on my world... cruel monsters who devour humans whole. Supposedly."
(Anne whispered to GM): "When I was young, I used to dream of beauty - and dreamt of being
wanted... I suppose now I need to worry about whether it is myself or my beauty that
attracts men, but that seems such a small thing - and yet so bitter - I am unsure of it.
Bitter because I worry that if I didn't have beauty, that men would scorn me still."
Lydia looks warily at the Egg. "If you say so. I don't know... this is all so strange to
me."
[Lydia]: "... well, just holding it seemed to help a little. Maybe..."
[Lydia]: "....."
Lydia swallows, then glares at Valek. "Turn around."
[Valek]: "It could very well be keyed to you."
Valek dose so.
(Anne whispered to GM): "Uh... I don't know. Being a true and loyal friend, Like JD or
Squire Jamison would be a start. Other than that, I'm not sure."
Lydia rapidly unlaces her tunic, and stuffs the egg down the front to nestle slightly below
her breasts. She relaces her tunic with a blush and sighs. "... alright. If chickens can do
it, so can I."
[Lydia]: "... I feel more like a bandy rooster than a chicken, though."
[Jamison]: OOC:hehehehe
[ MikeL joined the game ]
[Valek]: "I diden't meant to disturb you: I just thought my views might be important if you
had taken to being violent with the egg."
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "How could one prove to you that his love was truely from the
heart?"
[Lydia]: "You're right. I didn't stop to consider that it might be... alive."
[Valek]: "And I had some free time while I away my servants return."
[Jackdaw]: hihi sorry my lated
(Anne whispered to GM): "Being romantically whisked off as a princess is sort of a childish
dream - but really, I want someone to love me for ME. That's all."
[Lydia]: :: I just hope the little shake I gave it didn't hurt it. Or anger it. If it did,
I'm in *BIG* trouble. ::
[Valek]: "You.... Shook it?"
Lydia frowns slightly and sits back in her chair. "Valek, tell me something... is... are...
have you ever seen anything like the tools I showed you before? My 'auto-prodd'?"
[Lydia]: (That was thought, not said. ^^;)
[Valek]: <or sorry missed it.>
[Valek]: <cancel that.>
[Valek]: "Yes: we build things simmilar to that, though we prefer styling them off of simple
sticks."
[Anne]: "I think my biggest dream - my goal in life - is to irrevocably change the church
for the better, however I can - without breaking my faith."
(Anne whispered to GM): "I think my biggest dream - my goal in life - is to irrevocably
change the church for the better, however I can - without breaking my faith."
[Valek]: <Valek is assuming there magic>
[Lydia]: "But... you don't use technology. You use this... magic."
Lydia frowns, crossing her arms (gently) over her chest.
[Valek]: "Everything is magic, some is just magic for the masses, the rest is magic for the
elite few who are called mages."
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic ponders Anne's words, "So, being a loyal friend is something
that you value highly? And you desire to do something magnificant for the church?"
[Lydia]: "Until I reached this world, magic was something that only a group of creatures
called 'faerie' would use. At least, they called it 'magic'... we just thought it was a
really complex form of internal alchemy."
[Valek]: "We have done extensive study on magic. My people that is."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): where is JD nopw?
Lydia spreads her arms wide. "All this talk of magic... it scares me. I don't understand it.
Alchemy is so tangible... you can do wonderous things with it, but you have to mix item A
with item B to do so. This magic... it sounds like it's as confusing to me as my technology
is to you. You can't see it as being anything other than magic."
[GM]: What is Jackdaw doing? It is nearing 11pm. Anne is talking to a Bard in the Hungry
Lion. Jamison is sitting by himself in the same room. Valek and Lydia are in her room.
Thor and Phinnea have turned in for the night, it seems.
(Anne whispered to GM): "Yes... not for personal glory. I would achieve satisfaction, I
know that, if I succeeded, but I don't care for the glory and reward. I just want to serve
Ral and to find true love. I'd give my life for a friend, and my soul for the Church. How
about you Storic? What are your dreams and goals?"
[Valek]: "We have found that some creatures use it without thinking. The simple bee, it's
body is too large to fly by flapping it's wings, it simply levitates itself and uses the
wings to manuver."
Lydia reaches into her pack and pulls out the auto-prodd again. "What if I told you there
wasn't a bit of this 'magic' on this weapon? That is was entirely mechanical in nature?"
[Jackdaw]: my frollicked!
(Lydia whispered to GM): Incidentally, did I 'damage' the Egg's occupant?
[Jackdaw]: my waited untils nice lady getted off work then we go ...
[Valek]: "Then I would say that you have simply discovered a way to covert magic for the
masses."
(Lydia whispered to GM): And I *will* get you for this. Tricked me, you did. =P
[Valek]: "That dosen't make it non-magical, just more.... user-friendly."
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic smiles "I guess I seek the perfect love. I seek a woman with
a burning in her heart ... someone who wants to change the world, but would also save some
of that burning for me."
Lydia snorts. "Feh. Bees fly because they're in a state of perpetual unbalance. It's like an
ornithopter... not that my people have been able to build one yet, but the theory is sound."
(GM whispered to Lydia): Now, how would you know that??
[Lydia]: "And I can assure you, this is completely non-magical. Do your hocus-pocus what-
have-you, see for yourself."
(Lydia whispered to GM): Well, I was expecting a tool, not an animal. ^^;\
[Valek]: "That would involve turning around."
[GM]: Then Jackdaw also sits in the same room as Jamison, Anne, and Storic the Bard.
Valek has stayed facing the door all this time.
Jackdaw alys to entertain the crowd until ...
Lydia blinks, and shakes her head. "Flash and Flame, turn around again..."
[Jackdaw]: ok , my thinked maybe my plays for peoples some
[Lydia]: "... bloody literal-minded you are."
(Anne whispered to GM): "Humm..." (Anne blushes, as this conversation is becoming quite
personal, quite quickly.) "Well, Storic... you are quite charming - I'm sure you will find
the woman you seek, someday..."
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "Perhaps I already have..." he smiles
Valek turns around and bows "My apologies for taking your commands so literally, in the
future I shall attempt to analize your thoughts rather then your words."
Valek dosen't seem to be joking or making a point.
Lydia rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean... or maybe not. I can't fathom you nonhumans
at all. I mean..."
Valek seems to genuinly intend to scrutinize your thoughts.
(Anne whispered to GM): (ooc - I think its obvious he's trying to seduce me at this point,
gently, but still trying... How do we resolve this?)
Lydia shakes her head. "Look, I said it before, but I mean it... where I come from, you
wouldn't last five minutes in a human city. You'd be spotted, pointed out by the populace,
the Hunters would come, and a few minutes later the Alchemist'
[GM]: Storic takes out his Lyre and begins to strum it softly.
[Lydia]: ... Alchemist's Guild would be vivisecting your corpse. That's the kind of world
I live it."
(GM whispered to Anne): Does Anne resist him? and how strongly?
Lydia looks helplessly at Valek. "Where I come from, you're... not... NORMAL. Nor is
Jackdaw... or having eggs hatch in your tunic. If it's not normal, it's an enemy."
(Anne whispered to GM): I think the only thing keeping her from succumbing is the fact
Jamison is in the room (or am I wrong?)
[Valek]: "Fear is your enemy then."
[Valek]: "Or ignorance."
[ «Jack» left the game ]
(GM whispered to Anne): That's about it
[Lydia]: "A little of both, I suppose. But it's also out of necessity... because you
wouldn't be carrying on a conversation with me if you'd been born on my world."
DICE for Jackdaw: (3d6) : 3d6=3,1,4 = [ 8 ]
[Valek]: "Do you know that for sure: or is it simply your experence?"
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): just rrying the dice roller, I'm using the new version now with
our new comp
(GM whispered to Anne): Anne feels the power of Storic's Charm as he plays his Lyre softly
and looks deep into her eyes.
Lydia draws her knees up to her chest, looking a little ill. "Well... when I was younger,
and more foolish, I ventured outside the city on a Hunter's expidition. Chimaera are formed
through alchemical mutation, so they almost always have organs that let them perform
internal alchemy."
(Anne whispered to GM): Anne resists somewhat - she doesn't want to hurt Jamison.
"Storic... I think I know what you desire, and I ... I desire it too - but I cannot. I
have deep feelings for Squire Jamison - that man over there - and to...to be with you
would hurt him greatly. And that I will not do."
[Lydia]: "The Alchemist's Guild pays the Hunters to kill chimaera which threaten our Cities
and settlements, then bring back the bodies for scavenging. I went on my own to see it being
done."
(Anne whispered to GM): "If things change, I will let you know Storic - and I will find you.
You seem a kind man, and I'd like to get to know you better."
DICE for GM: (3d6) : 3d6=4,3,5 = [ 12 ]
(GM whispered to Anne): You must make a resistance roll, Anne
(To GM) DICE for Anne: (3d6) : 3d6=6,2,6 = [ 14 ]
(GM whispered to Anne): made by how much?
Lydia shivers slightly at the memory. "I saw a house full of people, brutally killed and
half-eaten by... something. Two children, no less. When we found it, it didn't seem harmful
at all... an over-large dog of some sort, twisted beyond recognition."
(Anne whispered to GM): made by 0
DICE for Jackdaw: (3d6) : 3d6=1,6,5 = [ 0 ]
[Lydia]: "It killed two of the Hunters and nearly tore my throat out. I was lucky."
(GM whispered to Anne): You fell yourself losing control
(GM whispered to Anne): ((feel, I mean))
Lydia shrugs. "You can't feel compassion for a monster... and where I come from, it's not
safe to trust in anything that doesn't look human. If it doesn't look human, it might turn
on you at the slightly provocation. It's happened..."
[Valek]: "I'm sorry I cannot grasp that kind of scenario."
(GM whispered to Anne): What do you do?
(Anne whispered to GM): (ooc - how strongly GM? )
[Valek]: "My people have trouble thinking in 'violent' terms."
(GM whispered to Anne): You needed to make that last roll by 3.
[Lydia]: "Just as I can't envision this... idyllic existence that you seem to live in this
world. Beings of all appearances and demeanors living in harmony, or at least relative
harmony... I don't know how anyone does it. How do you overcome the fear? The paranoia?"
(Anne whispered to GM): "Storic... I... Come to my room this evening. We can talk..and see
what happens, if anything. I have spent the evening telling you about myself - maybe I
could learn about you as well?"
DICE for Jackdaw: (17-3d6) : 3d6=4,3,6 = [ 4 ]
Valek tilts his head "I do not fear you, or Anne, or jackdraw, or Zrag'nuth'kep the dragon,
or my 'sister' Cara, even though you are all different then I."
(Anne whispered to GM): "I must admit, the ways of men and women are foreign to me... I have
existed for so long outside of them, I don't know how to act. I haven't hurt you, have I?"
[Lydia]: "... but... why not?"
[GM]: Storic touches Anne's hand.
Lydia looks at Valek. "How can you trust someone so unlike you?"
[Valek]: "How can you distrust someone based soly on there appearance?"
(Anne whispered to GM): /she 's heart is in her throat, racing a thousnad miles a minute
Jamison watches closely
[Lydia]: "Empirical evidence?"
[Valek]: "About that specific individual?"
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "You have not hurt me more than life itself has hurt me. I
sense that you are uncertain and I do not wish to .. take advantage of you."
Lydia leans on her elbow. "You have to understand, there's a lot of risk involved in trusting
an individual. If you're wrong, you're dead. Are you willing to risk your life to see if that
someone else is a threat or not?"
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic "Part of me wants to risk everything for a kiss, but I think I
should say goodnight at this time. Sister Anne, know this. I have never met a more
extraordinary woman; one that I would want to know more than you."
[Valek]: "Even if each and every last member of a species is born a violent and throughly
unplessant creature: who is to say that one cannot reform?"
[Lydia]: "Species?"
[Valek]: "And then who are you to immediatly fear this reformed creature?"
[Valek]: "That is what we differ ourselves by: species."
(Anne whispered to GM): "Its not that I'm uncertain - you aren't taking advantage, believe
me - I find you very appealing, Storic - I just don't want to hurt my friend. And I don't
want to hurt you. And I don't know how to do - or not do - both." (Her head looks down...
she is sad, but not upset - more confused than anything else.
Jackdaw takes up his sirinx and starts to play softly
[Valek]: "I am called Fell by the humans, The taller pointy eared ones are called Elf."
Lydia shakes her head. "Chimaera can't be distinguished by species. They're mutations. I wish
I could explain it to you without having to show you."
[GM]: Storic kisses Anne's hand and then gets up and leaves the Hungry Lion.
[Valek]: "We could form a telepathic gateway."
(Anne whispered to GM): "Thank you Storic... For your kindness. I hope we meet again."
[Valek]: "That generally trasmits thought and ideas faster."
Jamison rises and heads over to Anne
(GM whispered to Anne): Storic as he is leaving "We shall dear one. ... we shall"
[Lydia]: "There's only three 'species' we recognize in our world... humans, drakes, and
faerie, and then only because the latter two are intelligent and have proven it to us."
Lydia frowns at that. "Tele-what?"
Jackdaw stops playing, his chance leaving
[GM]: Time passes. It is now roughly 11:30pm
[Anne]: Anne quickly downs her glass of wine, and pours another, downing it too.
[Valek]: "It's where magic is used to connect two minds across a distance so that they can
hear each outhers thoughts and emotions."
[Anne]: "Hello Jamison..."
Lydia raises an eyebrow. "That's kind of odd. We have no alchemy that does that sort of
thing. We can create lenses that transmit images and sound, but not thought."
[Jamison]: Anne, did you get the Bard to rewrite his whole saga?
Jackdaw takes out his rythym sticks and sets them down then starts to play again
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): wants to try somethings, was going to do it on the lyre but
rythym stix should work too
[Anne]: "Uh... What is that supposed to mean? I told him about Lendyll, and the Baron's
necromancy, and then we just talked."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): Apportation to lift them then Manipulate to "play" them
[Valek]: "Perhaps there are more inteligent species on your world, but they fear humans more
then you fear them?"
[Jamison]: I just heard a few of the corrections you were making, that's all....
[Valek]: "Or they simply enjoy there solitude."
[GM]: Roll, Jackdaw
Lydia shrugs. "I wouldn't know. I had enough to worry about without concerning myself with
affairs outside the City."
[Jamison]: I think that I will be heading for bed now... I think JD may be awake for a long
time yet
[Anne]: "Sorry. ... Yeah, I told him of a few things the story had left out."
[Anne]: "I think so too... I'm off to bed as well."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): Manipulate 15, rythym stix 13, Apportation 17
DICE for Jackdaw: (3d6) : 3d6=2,1,3 = [ 6 ]
[Valek]: "If your interested inthe telepathic link I can cast one without much difficulty."
DICE for Jackdaw: (3d6) : 3d6=3,2,5 = [ 10 ]
DICE for Jackdaw: (3d6) : 3d6=1,3,1 = [ 5 ]
[Jamison]: That's good. It's nice to be accurate. These tales seem to take a life of thier
own.
Lydia frowns. "... I think I'll pass for now."
Valek knods his head "Very well."
[Jamison]: May I walk you to your room then?
[Anne]: "I agree... I'd hate to hear what would happen if he got wind of that weapon we
found...
[Valek]: "Has the condition of the egg changed any?"
Lydia sighs. "You know, though... I have to say you're right about one thing. You can't judge
a creature on looks alone. I mean... there's you..."
[Anne]: "Of course!" (Anne profers her arm to Jamison)
Lydia gently prods the egg in her tunic. "... I'm not sure, and I'm not about to look..."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): does it work? I'm not sure about the level of controll possible
with Manipulate, I know it won't let you weild a weapon
Jamison chuckles "Or you can walk me to mine"
Valek smiles softly "I am glad that I have had a positive impact upon your perceptions."
Jamison takes Anne's arm...
[Anne]: "Why don't we see which one is first?" <chuckle> Anne heads upstairs
[Lydia]: "Well... Jackdaw is closest to what I would have considered an 'intelligent'
chimaera back on my world. You're different somehow..."
Jamison joins her
[Lydia]: "I guess it's because you didn't 'attack' first."
Valek chuckles "My species has never been known for it's agressive tendancies... We have a
reputation for bieng 'wimps'."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): I also don't know if it would cover lifting something to
manipulate it or just move it where it sits
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): Give me a DX roll
DICE for Jackdaw: (3d6) : 3d6=2,5,1 = [ 8 ]
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): made by 5
(Anne whispered to GM): At Jamison's door, Anne turns, and kisses Jamison good night...
"I'll see you in the morning, Jamison... It's good to see you again - it was a long year."
Lydia smiles. "Well... I think I'm going to check on the Egg, then turn in. If you see Anne,
tell her I don't think I'll need her services tonight."
[Jamison]: As Jamison approaches the rooms... He wishes Anne a good night..."I'll see you in
the morning...Breakfast maybe?'
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): just testing some spell limits/effects
[ Phinnea joined the game ]
[Jamison]: It has been great to see you again...
[Anne]: "Definitely... See you in the morning."
[Jackdaw]: brb
[Jamison]: Good night....
[Valek]: "If it seems wounded feel free to disturb my study I may be abel to work healing
magic upon it."
Lydia winces. "I hope it won't be..."
[Anne]: "And great seeing you too."
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): You are able to play the instruments, lets say at Musical Skill-5.
Go ahead and give me a MS-5 roll.
[Lydia]: "... but thank you, Valek."
[Anne]: ((Hiya Phinny))
Jamison heads off to his romm after Sister Anne enters her's
Valek bows before leaving "I bid you an easy load and readily avalibal food."
[Phinnea]: ((Hi all))
[GM]: ((Hey Phinny!!))
[Jamison]: (( Hi Phinny))
[Valek]: "Your quite welcome."
[GM]: Anne, Jamison, Thor, and Phinny (??) have turned in now.
Valek heads back to his room.
(Phinnea whispered to GM): (( Did you get my email saying I would be late?))
Lydia checks quickly on the Egg, unlacing her tunic and pulling it out to look at it.
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Yes, thanks
(Valek whispered to GM): if you want to be man you can have the egg look wounded so that
Lydia stumbles in on Valek zombifing the bat.
[Jackdaw]: b
(Anne whispered to GM): Anne falls asleep, half hoping, half dreaming that Storic - or
Jamison - will call upon her that night... And she doesn't know herself what she would do
if they did.
(GM whispered to Lydia): The crack is growing before your eyes.
(Valek whispered to GM): mean that is.
DICE for Jackdaw: (8=3d6) :BAD DICE FORMAT = [ 0 ]
DICE for Jackdaw: (8-3d6) : 3d6=3,3,6 = [ -4 ]
[Lydia]: "Hmm... well, that's helping. So..."
[Jackdaw]: not well
Lydia tucks it back into her tunic and crawls onto the cot/bed.
[Lydia]: "Hope it won't hatch in the middle of the night..."
[GM]: A very strange-looking man enter the pub. He is holding a bat and ascends the stairs
without saying anything to anyone.
[GM]: The barmaid approaches Jackdaw, "Well, honey, you ready?"
[Jackdaw]: ah well Jackdaw will leave off his expiraments to conserve his strength for later
...
[Jackdaw]: "my always ready"
[GM]: Barmaid "I am off for the night." she blinks "I live just north of here, come on let's
get going"
Jackdaw goes and ...
[Jackdaw]: as we gently pull the blinds on this scene
(GM whispered to Lydia): Where is the egg now?
[GM]: It is now midnight.
(Lydia whispered to GM): Still tucked into her tunic as she sleeps.
(Valek whispered to GM): **When vlaek is certain the door is closed he tells the servant to
kill the bat swiftly.
[GM]: Just as Lydia gets in bed .....
(GM whispered to Lydia): The egg comes apart
(GM whispered to Lydia): In two pieces
Lydia blinks, and gently pokes her tunic...
(Lydia whispered to GM): Does it feel like there's anything there?
[GM]: Nothing moves inside her tunic
[Jamison]: hehehe
(GM whispered to Lydia): Except the two pieces of the egg
Lydia slowly opens her tunic to look inside, swallowing nervously.
[Lydia]: :: ... is this a joke, or...? ::
(Valek whispered to GM): **He casts zombie on the dead bat, utilizing all his limited fatigue
and 1 HT <Hoping for a critical sucess>
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=4,4,6 = [ 14 ]
(GM whispered to Lydia): The egg is in two pieces. Perfectly cut (??) down the middle. It
appears to fit together perfectly.
(Valek whispered to GM): <Which I got>
Lydia pulls out the two halves of the egg, frowning.
(Valek whispered to GM): <On the nose sine it was at -1 to skill>
[Lydia]: "... I don't know whether to be relieved or upset. It's empty..."
(GM whispered to Valek): The bat moves and looks at Valek and squeaks
Lydia sits up and ponders the two halves.
(Valek whispered to GM): **He ties the letter to the bats leg "Take this letter to my sister
Cara <Gives directions>"
[GM]: The egg is also now mostly blue with red speaks.
(GM whispered to Valek): The bat nods
[Lydia]: "... I think I need to know more about this... in the morning."
(Valek whispered to GM): "After the letter has been delivered expect additional orders to be
sent telepathically with my location"
(Valek whispered to GM): "Listen for one hour every sunset once you arrive at my home."
Lydia briefly checks the inside of her tunic for anything that might be crawling in it
<shudder>, then lies back down, setting the two halves lying in each other next to her, in
a place where they'll be safe.
(Valek whispered to GM): "Please go now."
(Valek whispered to GM): **He opens the window.
[GM]: There is a squeak and the bat flies.... out the window
DICE for GM: (3d6) : 3d6=6,1,5 = [ 12 ]
[GM]: Lydia finds nothing in her tunic
[Lydia]: (Bat? Not me, I take it.)
Lydia lies down to sleep, finally, one hand on the egg halves.
[Valek]: <No, that was my doing....>
[GM]: The night passes.....
[GM]: Dawn arrives
[Jackdaw]: is she lonely too?
(Anne whispered to GM): Anne awakes, partially dissappointed...
[Jackdaw]: ;-)
[GM]: (LoL@JD)
[Lydia]: (=P)
[GM]: Jamison is up first
[ firendoor joined the game ]
Jamison does his morning constitutionals... and quickly readies himself for the day....
[GM]: Phinny goes down to breakfast
Phinnea smiles at everyone.
[Jamison]: once prepared he goes to Anne's room and knocks
Valek gets up slowly staring blankly at the morning sun "What an odd thing to be awakened
by."
[GM]: She finds Peshida down there, sitting alone
Phinnea sees only Jamison has arrived so far.
[Anne]: Anne yawns, grabs a sheet, and goes to the door to see who knocked.
[Anne]: "G'morning Jamison... How did you sleep?"
Valek looks at his robes and realises: there quite filthy.
[Jamison]: Good morning Sister... Are you ready for breakfast??
[GM]: Soon everyone is awake
Phinnea then nods happily to Peshida, "Mind if I join you?"
[Anne]: "Not yet - I will be in a moment. Meet you down there."
[Jamison]: //Fine, thank you.. though a little restless.... I was waiting for the dawn to
see you again..
[GM]: Peshida, "I would welcome the company" he nods
Lydia slowly wakes up, yawning. "Good grief... I haven't had a wash in a few days. No
opportunity here, though... I wonder how I'm going to bathe in private when I'm with this
lot."
(Valek whispered to GM): he's making a new set of robes with create object.
[Anne]: (Anne cleans, dresses, and Prays - then meets everyone downstairs)
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=4,6,5 = [ 15 ]
Phinnea squishes into a seat next to Peshida.
Jamison heads downstairs..
[Jamison]: Morning all
Lydia checks on the egg-halves. "Now... what secrets does this hold, I wonder?"
Valek puts on the new robes and heads to Lydia's room knocking softly
Lydia washes up as best as she can, starting as Valek knocks. She makes herself decent.
"Come in..."
[Phinnea]: "Ahh! Morning Jamison! I could eat a horse!"
[ firendoor left the game ]
[Jamison]: Morning Phinny.... Always the healthy appetite...
Jamison takes a seat
[GM]: The egg halves are blue with silver specks. Not a hint of red. The inside seems of
very precisious silvery metal.
Phinnea pats her belly, grinning widely."How else can a young lady keep da shape dat I do?"
Jackdaw wanders in
[Jackdaw]: whistling merrily
Jamison chuckles...
[Jackdaw]: "hihi, good mornings all"
Valek slowsly walks in "I was wondering if you made any progress with the egg?"
Lydia frowns with confusion at the Egg. "Curiouser and curiouser... good morning, Valek. I
think, perhaps fortunately, that you were wrong... if it was alive, it didn't hatch anything
I ever saw."
[Jamison]: JD... how are you... a busy night???
[Jackdaw]: "egg? sounds good!"
Jackdaw orders three eggs ... raw
[Jackdaw]: "good night, not much sleep"
[Anne]: Anne comes downstairs, armored and all... "Morning friends! Peshida, Phinny, JD -
Jamison. Hope you all slept well."
[Valek]: "Perhaps the creature was specteral?"
[GM]: The Barmaid (a different one) takes the order, "Very well"
Jamison rises and pulls a chair out for Anne
Lydia shows him the halves as she finishes brushing her hair. "Spectral? I'm not familiar
with that term... anyways, let's go down. I want to talk to Anne."
Phinnea nods to Anne, "ya, I did, dat's for sure."
[Anne]: "Thank you!" (Anne sits)
[Valek]: "Let me work a spell first."
Jamison returns to his chair and places an order for bread... cheese... ham..eggs...etc.
[Valek]: "Locate the contents of the egg."
(Valek whispered to GM): Seeker.
Lydia pauses, then nods worriedly. "Alright..."
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=1,1,4 = [ 6 ]
(Valek whispered to GM): critical sucess!
Lydia sets the egg halves down on the table to let Valek work his magic.
(Valek whispered to GM): and actual critical sucess.
[Anne]: (Anne orders breakfast as well)
(GM whispered to Valek): You get a sense of something vaguely reptilian, a hatchling. Dead.
(GM whispered to Valek): You cannot get a direction on where it might be located.
(GM whispered to Valek): It quickly fades.
[Jamison]: I wonder where Lydia and Vaek are... has anyone seen them???
[Valek]: "Something hatched, a reptile."
[Valek]: "It is now dead I'm afaraid."
Lydia goes cold.
Phinnea shrugs as she tries to get the barmaid's attention.
[Valek]: "I know not where it is loacted."
[Lydia]: "Dead? But... but..."
Lydia sits down heavily, feeling guilty.
(GM whispered to Valek): The barmaid comes over with two raw eggs and gives them to Jackdaw.
[Lydia]: "... but I barely shook it..."
[Valek]: "You shook it?"
Lydia nods weakly. "I didn't think it was alive... I thought... it was just a tool..."
[GM]: The barmaid comes over with two raw eggs and gives them to Jackdaw.
[Valek]: "Ahh. Then it is not your fault."
Lydia shakes her hear. "No, it is. Damn it all..."
[Valek]: "I should have told you sooner, or insisted that I attend to it whilst I could."
[Lydia]: :: I've never killed anything before... even a chimaera. All the chimaera I've ever
seen were already dead, except for that one... ::
Jackdaw takes one, taps it's end with his fingernail, puts it to his lips, leans his head
back and taps the other end with his thumbnail, sucking down the contents
[Lydia]: "... no... that's fine..."
Phinnea beckons to the barmaid."ummm, missee? Can i get me some of dos egss too? And some
bread and cider too, if you got some!"
[Jamison]: OOC: for any who care... Flo. Supreme Court rules that the count can be ammended
up until 5pm 11-26-00... They are still counting in Flo.
Lydia draws her knees up to her chest, coldly ordering herself not to show any weakness.
"... if... if you don't mind, I want to be alone for a while."
Jackdaw quickly repeats with the second egg
[Phinnea]: "But cook me eggs, if ya will!"
[Valek]: "Well perhaps the answer you seek lies with the creature itself: You should search
your room before we leave."
[Jackdaw]: smacking his lips in satisfaction
Lydia nods weakly. "I will..."
[Valek]: "And I may yet be able to save it. Though I am not sure I can lay hands upon
enough energy to do so."
[GM]: Barmaid "Of course"
Lydia just nods mutely...
(Valek whispered to GM): he casts mind reading on Lydia to make sure that she actually wants
to be alone.
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=2,2,3 = [ 7 ]
(GM whispered to Lydia): Give me an IQ roll Lydia
(GM whispered to Valek): Made by how much?
[Lydia]: :: How could I...? I'm no less heartless than those b*st*rds back in Leibros... I
killed something. Because I was greedy... selfish... wanting power and nothing more... ::
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=4,1,3 = [ 6 ]
(GM whispered to Valek): Made the mind-reading by how much?
(Phinnea whispered to GM): heh...zugg has a challenger here for roleplaying with this
Skyrender.
(Lydia whispered to GM): Made it by 6.
(Valek whispered to GM): 14
Lydia waits until Valek has gone before stifling the last of her tears and beginning her
search for the now-dead reptile.
(GM whispered to Lydia): Not enough, I'm afraid. : (
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Who?
(Lydia whispered to GM): Hmm. Must've been a big challenge. ^^;
(Phinnea whispered to GM): Lydia
(Lydia whispered to GM): Just out of curiousity, DID I screw something up?
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Yeah. hehehe
[Valek]: "What you did, you did not do purposly. Once you had the notion that it may have
been alive you did your best to help it."
(GM whispered to Lydia): Do you really want to be alone?
[Lydia]: "That's not good enough, damnit."
Phinnea drums her stubby fingers on the table, awaiting her food.
[GM]: Soon, breakfast arrives
(Lydia whispered to GM): <blink> You mean, do I want Valek to leave?
[Valek]: "You tried your best, sometimes even the best ideals and most pure and vicarious
intent will still fail."
[Lydia]: "... go on. I'll be down soon..."
[Anne]: "I wonder what is keeping Lydia and Valek?" (Then, when food arrives, she digs in)
(GM whispered to Valek): She does want you to leave
(Valek whispered to GM): dose she actually want to be alone?
(Valek whispered to GM): ok.
Phinnea also digs in hungrily.
[Valek]: "So be it."
Valek bows and leaves.
Valek heads downstairs.
Lydia keeps searching helplessly.
Phinnea mutters with a mouthful, " ah, here is dat Valek now!"
[Lydia]: :: Damn it, what good is power if you have to hurt people... hurt any living
thing... to acquire it? ::
Jamison eats with gusto... and a knife
Valek bows sollomly "Greetings and goodwill to you friends."
(GM whispered to Lydia): Lydia finds nothing, not even any unusal dust.
(GM whispered to Lydia): Does she study the egg closely?
[Anne]: "Hiya Valek.. How was your resst?"
[Jamison]: grettings Valek... where is Lydia????
Lydia finally admits defeat. She goes back to the Egg parts, looking at them with a
combination of disgust and horror.
Valek flicks his ears "Resst?"
(GM whispered to Lydia): The silvery metal inside intrigues her.
[Valek]: "Lydia is upstairs."
[Lydia]: :: ... I wonder... ::
[Anne]: "Pardon me... some egg stuck in my mouth - I meant Rest, Valek - sleep?"
Phinnea chuckles.
Lydia guiltily picks up the egg halves, fingering the silvery coating on the inside of the
shell.
[Phinnea]: "Ya, you know. sleep? Nightie-night?"
[Valek]: "I had a good nights sleep: Though your sun awoke me in the morning."
[Lydia]: :: ... I can't bring it back... but I can't just ignore what was left. I might as
well live with my mistake. ::
[Valek]: "It was a unique experence."
[Lydia]: :: ... and make the most of it. ::
Jackdaw orders some ale and bread to finish breakfast
Lydia takes the egg halves and wanders downstairs, though she doesn't feel hungry any
more.
(Lydia whispered to GM): What should I roll to 'analyze' the silver metal?
[Jackdaw]: "you not liked sun waked you try daughter?"
[Anne]: brb
Jackdaw giggles feeling more than somewhat silly
(GM whispered to Lydia): Metallurgy. Does Lydia have Chemistry?
Jamison chuckles at JD's comment...
Valek takes a moment but then comprihends the joke "Ahh."
Phinnea raises her eyebrow at JD. "Vhat?"
[Jackdaw]: "my hadd nice wakey this mornings"
(Lydia whispered to GM): <tsk> Her alchemy WAS her metallurgy/chemistry. I didn't take those
skills precisely because I didn't think they'd be applicable in Methoria.
[GM]: Jackdaw soon gets his Ale and Bread
(Lydia whispered to GM): And it's a little late to devote points to them.
[Jackdaw]: "then she goes back to sleep and my commed here for breakfasts"
(GM whispered to Lydia): Then give me an Alchemy-5 roll
(Lydia whispered to GM): ... gee. =P
Phinnea mutters and resumes eating.
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (10-5-3d6) : 3d6=4,2,6 = [ -7 ]
(Lydia whispered to GM): No way. ^^;
(GM whispered to Lydia): All you know is that it's not silver ... or platinum. But it is
very similar.
Jackdaw has his bread and ale and looks chipper
[Jackdaw]: "everybodies elses haveded good night?"
Valek eats some bread slowly.
Jamison sees Lydia coming down the stairs.."Lydia... is everything ok???? DO you need help??"
[Jackdaw]: "all bee'd happy now?"
Jamison rises
[Lydia]: "Hmm?"
Lydia looks up at Jamison. "Oh. I'm... fine, I suppose. I'll be fine."
DICE for Jackdaw: (15-3d6) : 3d6=5,3,4 = [ 3 ]
Jamison walks over to Lydia and leads her to the table
[Jamison]: here... sit down... What is wrong?
Lydia sits down morosely at the table, holding the Egg halves in her hands but not offering
any explanation.
[Jackdaw]: seeing the shell Jackdaw says "you haveded eggs for breakfast too?"
[Lydia]: "I'd rather not speak of it..."
[Jackdaw]: "strrange egge"
Lydia twitches at Jackdaw's comment...
Phinnea offers Lydia some of her eggs.
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=6,5,5 = [ -2 ]
[Phinnea]: "hungry?
[Jackdaw]: "my not see'd one like that befores"
Lydia winces heavily... and sniffles.
[Lydia]: "... no... I'm not..."
Jamison looks to Anne to see oif she could comfort Lydia...
Lydia struggles vainly to retain her composure, and fails miserably.
Valek leans forward "Lydia, I'm going to tell you a story, about failure, and sucess."
[Jackdaw]: "haveded some ale?" Jackdaw offers "you vcan not haveded egges if you liked"
[Lydia]: "Valek, I'm not... in a mood to hear it, I'm sorry..."
Lydia gets up and re-retreats upstairs, tears flowing...
(Lydia whispered to GM): Incidentally, that was a Will roll. ^^;
Valek bows his head.
[Jamison]: OOC: is Anne here??
[Anne]: "Maybe I'd better talk to her? I'll be back in abit folks.."
(GM whispered to Lydia): thought so.
(Lydia whispered to GM): I apologize if I'm being a bother. I just figured this would be a
major blow to her... especially in light of everything else she's suffered the past while.
[Anne]: (Anne follows Lydia upstairs, and knocks on her door)
Jackdaw gets up and follows stopping outside her door and saying "my SORRY! my not meaned to
hurted youo"
[Jamison]: Thank you Sister... offer my help too.
(GM whispered to Lydia): I think your doing a good job.
Lydia runs into her room, not bothering to close the door. She drops the egg halves on the
table and collapses onto the cot, sobbing.
[Jackdaw]: "can my do'ed anythings to helped?"
[Lydia]: (So, basically, anyone coming upstairs will see that very readily. ^^;)
[Valek]: "Uhh, Anne."
[Anne]: "Yes Valek?"
[Valek]: "Maby you had best not go...."
(GM whispered to Jamison): The horses will be waiting in the Duke's stables.
[Valek]: "I have an understand of the situation, please allow me to go in your steed."
[Anne]: "I think she needs someone to talk to... but if you think you can help, by all
means."
Valek bows, "My thanks."
[GM]: It is now about 8am.
Valek heads upstairs and gently knocks on Lydia's door.
[Anne]: Anne sits back down "...I wonder what upset Lydia so much? Do you think it could be
homesickness?"
Jackdaw is sitting dejectedly outside Lydia's doorway
[Lydia]: Again, the door is open. Lydia doesn't reply...
Lydia just sobs incoherently into the pillow.
Valek carfully walks inside and sits beside Lydia and dosen't say a word.
Phinnea grabs some of the foos the others left on the table.
[Jamison]: Well, while Valek speaks with lydia... who will assist me in getting our horsess?
Lydia cries a bit longer. vaguely realizing that there's someone else in the room...
[Phinnea]: "ummmm, i mill!" she utters with a mouthful of food.
[Anne]: "I will Jamison... (finishes one last piece of toast) "Lets go..."
Jackdaw whispers, somewhat loudly, to Valek "what can my do to helped?"
[Lydia]: "... it's my fault. I don't care what anyone says, it's all my fault. I was acting
as badly as those b*st*rds back home... all I wanted was my alchemy back, I didn't care about
the consequences."
Phinnea hurridly drinks her cider, then realizes that Anne is going to help Jamison so she
stays seated.
[Jamison]: Ok, the Horses are at the Dukes..... let's go and get them..
[Anne]: "okay"
Jamison offers Anne his arm and the head out.
[Valek]: "Do you really belive that had you known all the information from the beginning,
that you would have acted as you did?"
Jackdaw listens
Phinnea leans back in her chair, patting her belly contentedly.
[Anne]: Anne takes Jamisons arm, and strolls to the Dukes.
[Lydia]: "I don't know. The Alchemist's Guild has known for years that their practices were
creating all the chimaera in the world. They didn't care about the suffering they caused...
for humans, for everyone. They only wanted power."
Lydia sits up, looking tearfully at Valek. "Am I really any better than that?! All I've been
able to think of since I got here is how crippled I've been without my alchemy. I *KNEW* what
it could do... that's why they tried to kill me. I learned the truth, and I didn't care."
[Lydia]: "And now... I've gone and killed an innocent being. It didn't even have a chance to
be 'born'... just because I wanted power. Because I wasn't willing to be careful. Just like
THEM."
[Valek]: "So you made a mistake; learn from it."
[Lydia]: "It's too late. I can't undo the damage I've done."
[Valek]: "Ascend above it."
[Valek]: "Mostly true."
[Jackdaw]: "pip, you here?"
Lydia blinks, sniffling at him. "What do you mean, 'ascend'?"
[Jackdaw]: "can you finded sometihngs just borned and died?"
[Valek]: "If you'll sit through my story I'll attempt to elaborate."
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): "Squawk, Pip here, Squawk!"
Lydia nods, leaning against the wall.
[Jackdaw]: "looked for new ghost please"
[Jackdaw]: "something just borned"
[Valek]: "Once, 12 years ago, I wanted to learn a spell, and I coulden't find reference to
it."
[Valek]: "So I came the the rather brash decision that I would summon a deamon and have it
teach me the spell."
[GM]: "Squawk, no dead here, Squawk!"
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): "Squawk, no dead here, Squawk!"
[GM]: ((Oops : \ ))
[Valek]: "But as all foolish ideas start, it failed miserabally: and instead I summoned a
person, from another world."
Lydia blinks at Valek. "....."
[Jackdaw]: "any still living then? somethings newly borned?"
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): "Squawk, not here, Squawk"
[Valek]: "At first we had no idea weither she was a deamon or not: so we began a baninishing
ritual, but she pleaded with me not to send her back, ultimatly I listenend."
[Valek]: "It turned out the poor girl had been captured by slavers, and was about to be
subjected to something unplessant, had I not been open minded she would have been sent back
to that."
[Valek]: "It was my decision then that every failure has two things: A lesson to be learned,
and a hidden blessing hidden in the folds."
[Valek]: "You have failed, this is true: But you have learned a lesson: to weigh your urge to
regain your power against the lives you may effect in so doing."
[Valek]: "And I am sure that there is a blessing somewhere, just waiting for you to uncover."
Lydia looks down quietly...
[Lydia]: "... you're right. I've been a fool for the past year..."
[Jackdaw]: "there nothing newly dead here" Jackdaw puts in, "my asked Pip"
[Valek]: "On that day I learned never to judge, and I also gained a sister."
[Jackdaw]: "maybe it just leaveded, not deaded"
[Valek]: "Or perhaps the thing I detected was only a 'shell'."
[Jackdaw]: "pip also sayed nothing newly borned here"
[Valek]: "But I am quite sure of what my magic told me."
Lydia nods at that, thoughtful.
[Lydia]: "... this isn't going to be easy for me. I have to forget a lot of what I've
learned."
[Jackdaw]: "what magic sayed?"
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[Valek]: "That there was a reptilian creature, dead no distance given."
[Jackdaw]: "can my seed shell?"
Lydia gestures to the halves of the Egg.
Jackdaw goes over to them and looks closely ,"Pip can you finded anythings from this shell?"
[Lydia]: "I'll admit that I'm at a real loss here. My alchemy... it's deteriorated severely
since I got here. I've been trying so hard to make my own alchemy work... but it's not worth
killing things over it."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): have I ever heard or seen anything like this?
DICE for Jackdaw: (13-3d6) : 3d6=2,6,3 = [ 2 ]
[Lydia]: "I can still build things... and eventually I'll relearn alchemy, the hard way. I
have a lot to overcome, but I'm not *completely* helpless."
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): IQ roll made by 2
(GM whispered to Jackdaw): No you haven't
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): didn't think so but it was worth a try
Phinnea finishes her breakfast and decides to see what the others are doing upstairs.
[GM]: Anne and Jamison arrive at the Duke's Castle.
Phinnea waddles into the room, and notices the broken egg halves on the table.
[Jackdaw]: "could dead reptillian creature bee'd the egg layer? not from the egg?"
[Valek]: "I will help you in any way you wish."
[Lydia]: "Thanks..."
(Oscar Wilde whispered to GM): This is my first time with this software.
[Jackdaw]: "my helped too"
[GM]: They are escorted inside by a Knight, "Good Morning"
(GM whispered to Oscar Wilde): Welcome.
[Jackdaw]: "my not sure how ... but my try"
[Valek]: "I was searching for the contents of the egg when I cast the spell: though I supose
paradox has interesting ways of doing things."
Lydia glances around, and suddenly realizes she's surrounded by nonhumans. She stiffens
involuntarily, then forces herself to relax.
[Jamison]: Godd Morning, Sir... And how are you on this fine day?
Phinnea looks at the tear-stained Lydia and wonders what the matter is.
[Lydia]: :: They only want to help me... they aren't monsters. I must remember that. ::
[Valek]: <Not only are you surounded by non-humans: there discussing higher magical
theroy!>
Jackdaw notices the stiffening and carefully eases off slightly to give her more personal
space
[GM]: Knight "Fine Sir. You are the Knight Jamison, knew to your spurs?" he smiles
Lydia sighs, shaking her head. "I guess I'm still a little confused by everything..."
Phinnea also notices her stiffen, and relates it to her arrival. She backs slowly out of
the room.
[Jamison]: That is I Sir, and this here is the good Sister Anne...
Lydia gets up and looks at the egg again carefully. "... Phinnea... I... er... need your
expertise. Will you help me?"
[Anne]: "Good morning sir Knight."
Lydia looks like she's making an effort of will to say as much, but she seems friendly
enough. ^^;
[GM]: Knight bows, "It is a pleasure to see such beauty in the morning"
Phinnea brightens up, "Ya! I can be of some help?"
[Jackdaw]: "layed egge, borned of egge, dead but not dead here sound like maybe phoenix?"
Jamison grins as he looks at Anne
Phinnea reenters teh room.
[Anne]: "Uh... Thank you Sir... " <blush>
[Phinnea]: "How can I help den?"
[Jackdaw]: "but that a bird"
[Jamison]: And may I ask your name Sir Knight?
[Lydia]: "Maybe... the inside of the Egg... there's a silvery metal I don't recognize.
It's neither silver nor platinum, but... I can't figure out what else it could be. My
alchemy has 'rusted' since coming here, and I can't figure it out."
[Valek]: "Humm, interesting idea. Look for any burn marks from where it's orriginal body
woudl have turned to ash."
Lydia blinks at Valek.
[Lydia]: "Burn marks? But..."
Lydia gestures to the tabletop. "There's a scorch mark here."
[Phinnea]: "May I see it den? I know many metals..."
[Valek]: "When a Pheonix is born it is consumed by flame and then reborn from the ashes."
[Lydia]: "... shortly after I shook it, and set it down, the egg cracked, and there was a
scorch mark on the table..."
[Valek]: "Humm, interesting."
[GM]: Knight looks at Jamison "You are a new breed of Knight, it appears. You carry your
shield in your pocket, I suppose? Oh, I am Sir Gunthar."
Lydia shows Phin the egg halves.
Phinnea studies the scorch mark and the interior of the egg closely.
[Valek]: "Where is what created this scorch."
(Valek whispered to GM): seeker again
(To GM) DICE for Valek: (3d6) : 3d6=5,1,6 = [ 12 ]
(Phinnea whispered to GM): Armory/Jewelry/Blacksmith skills help?
[Lydia]: "I've never heard of a 'fee-nicks' before. What is it?"
Lydia shrugs. "The egg did it, I think. I don't know for sure..."
[Valek]: "It's the paytron bird of resurection."
(Jamison whispered to GM): Now, Rub... I thought we agreed for me to be a conventional
knight.. shield, armor, Kantana sword in scarbard
[Lydia]: "Patron bird of resurrection? ... but that's not possible. You can't bring the
dead back to life."
(GM whispered to Jamison): hehe
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Metallury?
[ OscarWilde left the game ]
[Jackdaw]: "it be died but not dead, that why Pip not finded"
[Anne]: Anne looks at Jamison to see his reaction...
(Phinnea whispered to GM): Dont have it...
[Jackdaw]: "umh, sorry but you can"
(Valek whispered to GM): made it by 8
[Jackdaw]: "if haveded enough power"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): Is it a metal used in any of my skills?
[Jamison]: While I may be new to the brotherhood of knights, sir Gunthar.... I do follow
the same code as all good knights...
[Valek]: "Or you have the time to brew Phosperone."
[Jackdaw]: "it not easy but it doable"
(GM whispered to Phinnea): You don't need a roll to recognize Mythril. More pure than you
have ever seen.....
Lydia frowns. "That kind of power... to compare it to the alchemy I know of, you would need
the humour of a beast which can revive itself after death. And I've never seen any creature
do that before."
[Jackdaw]: "they sayed trolls can, sometimes"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): "Dis is Mythril....da purest Mytril I have ever seen!"
[Lydia]: "Trolls?"
[Jackdaw]: "and phoenix"
[Valek]: "The Pheonix is such a creature, though my alchemy dose not require any part of it."
[Phinnea]: "Dis is Mythril....da purest Mytril I have ever seen!"
Lydia shakes her head. "No, never mind... I won't understand at all."
Lydia looks at Phinnea. "What, pray tell, is mythril, dear Phinnea?"
[GM]: Sir Gunthar "Aye, as do we all"
[Jackdaw]: "my never see'd a troll but they supposed to be big and nasty and almosted
impossible to killed and make stay dead"
[Jamison]: We are here to obtain the horses that the Duke said would be available this
morning...
Phinnea looks up at Lydia. "Mythril? A metal, me dear...a rare metal at dat."
[Jackdaw]: "my heared stories ..."
(Phinnea whispered to GM): what is Mythril?? heh
Lydia looks at Jackdaw. "What does it do if you hack it to bits? I can't imagine a creature
regenerating faster than a legion of soldiers."
[Jackdaw]: "umh, pieces pull back together and it getted up again"
[Anne]: ((they run in packs, right?))
Lydia turns to Phinnea. "A metal... what sort of properties does it possess? I'm not familiar
with it."
(GM whispered to Phinnea): A metal that holds enchantment better than Gold, Silver, or even
Platinum. It is valued higher than any of them.
Lydia just gapes at Jackdaw. "But tha-... ... never mind."
[Lydia]: "... after this morning, I don't think anything is impossible any more."
[Phinnea]: "More valuable den silver, gold, or even platinum...And it is gud for holding
magic better than them all too!"
Jackdaw scratches his head "my thinked you haved to burned the pieces to make it stay dead"
(GM whispered to Phinnea): It is said to never tarnish, rust, or corrode even after 10,000
years. It is the supreme metal. magical in nature.
[Jackdaw]: "but is just a story, my not ever meeted one"
[Lydia]: "Holding magic? How so? I didn't think magic was something you held, like an
alchemical solution."
[ Zuggtmoy left the game ]
[Valek]: "This is true: Though we are not miners the Fell do on ocassion seek out platinum
for out magical devices."
[Valek]: <Mithril>
[Phinnea]: "Dee finest metal in all of nature! No rust , nor tarnish, or corrosion will ever
effect dit!"
Lydia looks at Jackdaw. "Fire... acid might do the trick then, as well. It works on some of
the carnvirous plants I've heard of... you burn it away with fire or acid."
[Phinnea]: "Da metal has magic of its own..."
[ Zuggtmoy joined the game ]
Lydia turns back to Phin (getting dizzy... @_@) ... "That's all well and good... I can't
imagine what I'd make with so little of that metal. And if it's that valuable, it would be
hard to forge."
[Jackdaw]: ""that might work too, but maybe they not so bad as stories telled? maybe they
can be friendly too?"
[Phinnea]: "Dis is no forgery..."
[Lydia]: "No, that's not what I mean... ^^;"
[Phinnea]: "Dis is pure, pure Mythril..."
Lydia sweatdrops. "I mean, it would be difficult to shape it."
[Anne]: (When gunthar goes to get the horses, Anne asks Jamison a question)
[Valek]: "Well I will leave you now Lydia, I am glad to see the fire return to your eyes."
Phinnea grins, "Ah, I get it..."
[GM]: ((Elves are said to coin coins of Mythril, but they are so rare that none are know to
exist in the Human Kingdom of Methor. The value of a one-ounce coin would be $1000))
Lydia blinks at Valek. "... ah... yes, alright. Thank you, Valek..."
(Anne whispered to GM): "Jamison... I know we touched on this earlier, but why arent you
using a sword anymore?"
[GM]: Sir Gunthar leaves to get the Horses.
[Lydia]: (O_o; And as a quick guess, how many ounces are in that egg?)
[Phinnea]: "I can't say I have ever verked with Mythril meself."
Valek bows sollomly and laves
(Anne whispered to GM):
(GM whispered to Anne): Are you okay?
(Anne whispered to GM): yep - that last entry was an oops!
(Anne whispered to GM): I'm doing well!
(GM whispered to Anne): Great
[Jackdaw]: brb
(Phinnea whispered to GM): Can I work this metal? Jewelry? Armor?
Valek gets some food from downstairs and brings it up to Lydia's room <No eggs or egg
related products> "You must be getting hungry by now, you should eat.
[Lydia]: "I wonder... what could I use this for?"
Lydia nods to Valek and idly sandwiches whatever meat might be present between two slices of
buttered toast, then munches on it thoughtfully.
(GM whispered to Phinnea): Yes, it soft like gold, and responds well to heat. It would be
harder than working pure gold, but you could do it.
(Phinnea whispered to GM): work it into a potion container or for a ungent?
Valek places the plate down and heads to his room
(Phinnea whispered to GM): How much mythril is there?
(Valek whispered to GM): *He cleans up any blood from the death of the bat the night before,
only now realizing that might be a problem
(GM whispered to Phinnea): 3 ounces
[Phinnea]: "Mythril can be verked though...with fire dis can become something...
Lydia picks up the egg halves and tries to guess how much mithril there is.
(Valek whispered to GM): he also spends some time studying his spell.
[GM]: Give me an IQ roll
[Phinnea]: "Not easy dough...but possible."
[Jackdaw]: b
[Lydia]: "I suppose I could smelt it out, then sell it... it might be worth a lot to the
right person. Or I could use it myself... but I haven't got the laboratory to do either..."
(To GM) DICE for Lydia: (14-3d6) : 3d6=4,4,1 = [ 5 ]
(Lydia whispered to GM): Made it by 5.
[Jamison]: OOc: easy dough?????
[Phinnea]: ooc dough = though *grin*
[Anne]: ooc phinny is from New York
[Anne]: (ooc joke)
[Phinnea]: ooc rofl
[Lydia]: (<grin>)
[Phinnea]: ooc tree yutes
[Jamison]: OOC: either that or Baston
[Phinnea]: ooc Baston it is actually
(GM whispered to Lydia): The unit of measure that they call an ounce is something different
than that in your world.
[Jamison]: hehehe
(Lydia whispered to GM): Ah. Well, then I'd need to get a second opinion.
(Lydia whispered to GM): And for the record... =P ... Regia uses the metric system.
(GM whispered to Lydia): but you estimate that if this is solid, then it would be 3 Methorian
ounces.
[Anne]:
(Lydia whispered to GM): Okay...
[Lydia]: "Hmm..."
Lydia looks at the reverse of the egg, at the shell. "This is going to take some thought. I
only wish I knew what happened to the reptile, phoenix, or whatever it was..."
[Jamison]: OOC: ok... I'm taking bets on the weight of the egg... any takers????
Lydia sighs sullenly. "... no help for it, though. I can't bring it back from the dead any
more than I can go home again."
[Jackdaw]: "but it not dead"
[Jackdaw]: "it just not here"
Lydia looks at Phinnea. "Listen, how expensive are the supplies for a starter laboratory? I
know we have to move on, but I'm wondering if I can build myself a portable lab."
Lydia looks to Jackdaw. "Dead or not, I owe it an apology, and I can't find it to do so."
Phinnea looks at Lydia, "a lab...hrmmm, more den I have. You have money?"
[Jackdaw]: "say it out loud, maybe it heared?"
[GM]: ((Did Jamison ever answer Anne's question?))
[Anne]: ((yes))
[Phinnea]: ((what was the question? *grin*))
[Anne]: ((it was mentioned that he had to speak to you about some details))
[Jamison]: ((we'll cover this later, Rub))
[Lydia]: "Three score and three crowns, that's it. But there's three Methorian ounces of
mithril here, give or take an ounce... I don't know what the exchange is on that, but I
should be able to get at least a thousand crowns out of someone, if it's that valuable."
[GM]: ((Hehe))
[Phinnea]: ((heh ok))
Lydia looks to Jackdaw. "How do I call something when I don't have a name for it?"
[Jackdaw]: "my gived you thousand if that what you wanted"
Jackdaw pulls out a wad of bills and peels off 10
[GM]: ((A Methorian Ounce = Imagine a coin 1'' across and about 1/8'' in thickness. It is a
unit of weight and volume. All coins have been this size for 1,000 years++))
Lydia shakes her head. "No... you've been generous enough with your charity already, all of
you. I can't accept money for this."
[Jackdaw]: "you sayed you needed?"
[Phinnea]: "Tree tousand wont do it...But I heard Anne is nice, she vill help finance it."
[Jamison]: OOC: or Jamison...
[Jackdaw]: "my not haved three thousands"
Lydia tallies up the amount in her head and frowns. "Bloody expensive here, isn't it?"
Phinnea grins..."Yep!"
(Phinnea whispered to GM): How much for a portable alchemy lab?
[Valek]: <Three thousand won't do it? I could build a lab with everything with that much
money.>
[Jackdaw]: "as for what to called it, just holded the shell and say into that"
Lydia sighs. "Well then, the other option is to find, or borrow, a lab and smelt out the
mithril, then save it until I can think of something to use it for."
[Lydia]: (That's what I was thinking, but inflation must be murder here. =P)
[Valek]: <And that's a real world, blow up manhattan in one foul swoop lab!>
[GM]: Sir Gunthar returns with the horses and give the reigns to Jamison "Have a safe trip
good Knight (he smiles at Anne) and may the blessings of Ral be many!"
Lydia looks into the shell, glancing at Jackdaw.
[Jackdaw]: "it may still haved link to it shell"
[Lydia]: :: Will this even work, or will I just look foolish? ... I guess it can't hurt to
try... ::
Jackdaw looks very serrious
Lydia clears her throat, and says clearly into the shell...
[Jamison]: Thank You Sir Gunthar... give my best to the Duke... we will return the horses as
soon as possible
[Anne]: "Thank you Sir Gunthar! Be well!"
[Lydia]: "... here, reptile-bird-phoenix-whatever, come here..."
Phinnea tries not to laugh.
Lydia tries not to blush with embarassment. She fails.
[GM]: Sir Gunthar bows "Of course"
[Valek]: <if an imp appears I may die laughing>
[Phinnea]: "Dat looked pretty funny...talking to da egg."
[Lydia]: "Oh, shush."
[GM]: Soon Jamison and Anne are leading the horses West to the Hungry Lion
[Anne]: ((Gurps MAGIC says a Home Lab for Alchemy costs 1000$)
[Lydia]: (I need a portable, tho'.)
[Jackdaw]: "that not looked funny, this looked funny" as Jackdaw does a splendid pratfall
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): acrobatics?
[Anne]: (that would be cheaper then)
Phinnea giggles.
[Valek]: <Portabal would cost less, it would just subtract from skill due to smaller
equiment.>
Lydia rolls her eyes at Jackdaw. "... well, it didn't appear to work..."
(To GM) DICE for Jackdaw: (12-3d6) : 3d6=4,2,3 = [ 3 ]
[Phinnea]: ((nah. for example. laptops more expensive than Home pc's))
[Lydia]: (I don't have enough skill to begin with. The last thing I need is a penalty. Oh
well. ^^;)
(Jackdaw whispered to GM): he successfully falls down?
(Lydia whispered to GM): And since I haven't used it successfully yet, I presume I can't
bring it up yet, either.
DICE for Jackdaw: (17-3d6) : 3d6=4,6,4 = [ 3 ]
(GM whispered to Lydia): not yet
(Lydia whispered to GM): Drat it all.
[Valek]: <Depends on how you look at: the exact SAME laptop will cost more then the
equivalant PC, but a bottom of the line laptop will cost less then a bottom of the line
PC <and be one processor step lower smaller HDD etc.>>
[Jackdaw]: ((ignore that last roll, hit the wrong button
[Phinnea]: ((even so, she has enough money *grin*))
[GM]: Jamison and Anne stop in at the shop where the dried meat was ordered and are soon
on their way again.
[Anne]: "Lets get these horses back."
[Jamison]: ooc: did we get a couple of pack horses also???
[Anne]: "Are there any other supplies we need?"
[GM]: Jamison and Anne arrive at the Hungry Lion at 9:30am
[Lydia]: (If I go that route. I haven't decided yet... it might be more efficient to save
it and turn it into something. But what can you make that's 1" by 3/8", rounded?
[Valek]: <<Watching Valek try to get on a horse twice his hight should be entertaining....>
[GM]: ((There is one fine riding horse for each member of the party and two extra.))
[Valek]: <Though ultimatly I dbought he'll decide to ride and instead tie himself to it and
levitate.>>
[Anne]: "You saddle them up, Jamison - I'll go get Lydia and the others."
[Jamison]: ok
(Lydia whispered to GM): Awp. I need to leave right now. My wife's done for the night and
she needs me to come pick her up.
[GM]: So the party leave Baxter?
[Valek]: I guess so.
[Anne]: ((If Lydia is ready... I can still try and get her some equipment))
[Jamison]: it's time to get this show in the road..
[Lydia]: (Anyways, gotta split, folks - picking up the wife right now. ^^; Anne, maybe set
up with Rubix and we'll do it through e-mail, or next week, whichever...)
[Phinnea]: ((It seems like Phinnea's middle-man markup failed *grin* only kidding))
[GM]: ((hahaha LoL!!!))
[Anne]: Ok Lydia!
[Anne]: Yeah - it was a great game tonight!
[GM]: As the party saddled up (except for Valek) and make their way down the Old Mage's
Web east of Baxter to unknown territory, we discretely END SESSION
