Session 20 Chat Log


Chat log started at 9.12.2012 / 17:45:49

3.5E v2.9.2 ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II.
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‘dublish’ connected
‘Keah’ connected
Campaign saved.
Campaign saved.
‘Sam’ connected
DM: The rotation of tokens effects the position of the new status markers a lot. That could cause confusion.
Keah (Eilir): Woah~ We have HP and stuff… o.O
ElectricCaveman: How much detail do you get? I just see colored dots for everyone.
Keah (Eilir): I see coloured dots and some icon next to one of the spiders.
Keah (Eilir): I do not know what the purple icon is, though.
ElectricCaveman: Also, do you see the square symbols by the drow, the dragon, and the bottom right spider?
Keah (Eilir): You can change how this works in the Options menu. It’s GM-only though.
ElectricCaveman: The square icon, as you can probably see in the combat tracker, is Entangled.
ElectricCaveman: The other two symbols are apparently GM only, as they should be.
ElectricCaveman: Do you see HP for the party, or just green dots?
Keah (Eilir): I figured that’s what it was, but for matt, who doesn’t open the combat tracker, wouldn’t know.
Keah (Eilir): Just green dots, and if i hover over them, it tells me the level of damage: "heavy, wounded, etc.
Keah (Eilir): Well… Bob has a red dot.
ElectricCaveman: Well, he likes to harrass you about not looking things up, so you can return the favor.
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): okay. X3
DM: Woah, lots of new options.
Keah (Eilir): Really? Good ones, I hope.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Like?
Keah (Eilir): I can see what Bob is immune to, currently.
Keah (Eilir): and that the drow priestess has evasion.
DM: I can set the effect tokens to show all the time or just when hovered, and I can set them to be specific to the effect or general, or I can set it to text on mouseover.
Keah (Eilir): and that spider 15 is entangled.
ElectricCaveman: Darn. I liked the text versions, but not if it shares GM-only info.
‘Matt’ connected
ElectricCaveman: Do you want health and effects on all the time, or set to show on hover only?
Keah (Eilir): i thought you’d like to know about that. it is kind of a shame, though.
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): now i just see little generic icons that say "this thing has an effect" but i don’t know what it is.
ElectricCaveman: I can set it differently for allies and enemies.
Keah (Eilir): Woah!
ElectricCaveman: Choices for the party: Bar or dot for allies’ health? Always on or hover-only display for effects, and same for health?
Keah (Eilir): I like the dot always on, personally.
Keah (Eilir): but just hovering would be fine, too. i did not like having the bar. feels more like a game.
ElectricCaveman: Anyone else have any input on the new display settings? Want me to show any of them?
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): i also want to burn 6pp to increase my STR by 1.
Sam (Xenia): we are looking at the combat tracker? mine seems to look just the same as always?
dublish (Æthelmyr): Map.
ElectricCaveman: No, there are new settings for token graphics.
Sam (Xenia): and it shoudl look different right now?
Matt (Avaril the Average): I like the dragon.
dublish (Æthelmyr): I like hovering the mouse over to see what the things are, it clutters things up less.
Keah (Eilir): hover over me!
Sam (Xenia): and things should look different now?
ElectricCaveman: I have it set to hover now. If you mouse over, you can see effect icons, a health dot, and the name.
Matt (Avaril the Average): lag as fuck
dublish (Æthelmyr): But for large creatures the dot is set too far away, and it disappears before you can get a tooltip for the dot in the corner.
Keah (Eilir): This is true.
Sam (Xenia): all I see is the name.
ElectricCaveman: The dot position is based on the token. It’s rotation and scale change where the dot appears.
Keah (Eilir): Sam… did you update FG?
Matt (Avaril the Average): corners
Matt (Avaril the Average): Sam put a possum in the fishtank.
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): possum with a snorkle?
ElectricCaveman: Give a hamster a snorkel and call it a fish.
Sam (Xenia): I guess not. I’ll update and be right back? or if my not being updated for this round isn’t bad, I can just play, and update after.
ElectricCaveman: You can now, or wait and see if it gives you any problems. You should be able to still play.
Avaril the Average: Drown the hamster andcall it an accident!
Æthelmyr: Gods, you’re weird.
ElectricCaveman: So, shall we proceed?
Avaril the Average: I… Wasn’t talking to you.
Æthelmyr: Why not?
Keah (Eilir): Yes. Let us proceed.
Æthelmyr: I feel like I’m the only one here who likes conversation.
Æthelmyr: Not that I want a conversation right now, mind you.
Eilir: I like conversation, just not with Avaril.
Avaril the Average: Good then shut up.
Æthelmyr: It’s late, and you guys woke me up.
Æthelmyr: I’m going back to sleep.
Avaril the Average pushes Eilir.
Eilir: Again, it was a good thing we did.
[TURN] Xenia
Keah (Eilir): Fight, Sam!
Matt (Avaril the Average): STILL IN COMBAT!
Keah (Eilir): Currently, she has Avaril targetted.
Avaril the Average -> [ATTACK (M)] Mwk Silvered Greataxe [1d20+2 = 20]
Attack [20] -> [at Xenia] [HIT]
Keah (Eilir): no your turn, matt.
Avaril the Average -> [ATTACK (R)] Mwk Composite Longbow (+2 STR) [1d20+3 = 18]
Attack [18] -> [at Xenia] [HIT]
Eilir: Go back to sleep, wizard…
Xenia: Hey! Quit that!
Avaril the Average -> [ATTACK (R)] Heavy Fucking Crossbow [CRIT 19] [1d20+2 = 19]
Attack [19] -> [at Avaril the Average] [HIT]
Campaign saved.
Avaril the Average -> [ATTACK (M)] Quaterstaff [1d20+1 = 3]
Attack [3] -> [at Avaril the Average] [MISS]
Avaril the Average sleeps awkwardly close to…
dublish (Æthelmyr): Just realized, previous session ended with resting.
Avaril the Average: [1d6 = 1]
Avaril the Average: Eilir.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Time to wake up!
Keah (Eilir): It did. Everyone was asleep except me. I resumed my watch.
[TOWER] GM -> [1d100 = 51]
[TOWER] GM -> [1d100 = 8]
[TOWER] GM -> [1d100 = 16]
[TOWER] GM -> [1d100 = 31]
Matt (Avaril the Average): DJARKSIDE!
The rest of the night passes without further disruption. Those of you who had not already awakened are roused about an hour after sunrise by the sound of Bob munching noisily on spider remains.
Æthelmyr wakes, irritable and grumpy, but well-rested regardless.
Avaril the Average: Damnit. Stop being disgusting you lizard.
Eilir: How’s the leftovers?
Bob: Cold. But delicious.
Bob: I wonder if scorpion gets better if you leave it out overnight, too?
Æthelmyr peers cautiously around in the dim light, hoping that whatever has been stalking her is no longer stalking her.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Spot [1d20+9 = 23]
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Listen [1d20+4 = 8]
Avaril the Average: I’ve awakened without company by my side. This should be rectified by one of you in one way or another…
Campaign saved.
[w] -> Æthelmyr: You do not see anything more unusual than normal.
Keah (Eilir): Weren’t you sleeping "awkwardly close" to me?
Matt (Avaril the Average): Not the way he meant it.
[w] Æthelmyr: Normal for the past day or so, or normal before that?
Eilir: What’s your favourite bug meal, Bob?
[w] -> Æthelmyr: Normal before that. I was going to say nothing unusual, but then I reconsidered.
Avaril the Average: Yes, let’s fill the air with more innane prattle instead of getting on with our task.
Bob: Scorpions are the best, but anything big and venomous is pretty good.
Æthelmyr: Shut it!
Æthelmyr: Not you, Bob.
Æthelmyr: You’re nice.
Æthelmyr: And you talk.
Eilir: There should be plenty of scorpions in the desert, if what I’ve read is correct.
Bob: I think there are lots more scorpions in the desert than on the other side of the mountains. I’m excited.
Avaril the Average: You, woman, since you object to women being called ‘whores…’
Avaril the Average points to Eilir.
Avaril the Average: I want eggs.
Æthelmyr packs her gear and prepares to head out.
Eilir: Well find some then.
Avaril the Average: You should buy some and bring them along on our next journey.
Eilir also packs her bag.
Æthelmyr: Everybody ready?
Eilir: They wouldn’t keep well. If you want eggs, YOU get them.
Avaril the Average doesn’t have anything to pack, but does drink some whiskey.
Eilir: Yep. Let’s go.
Avaril the Average: Better than nothing. Want a swig my dear?
Avaril the Average offers to Xenia.
Eilir heads off in a westerly direction.
Xenia: little early, my friend
Avaril the Average: Never.
Xenia follows Eilir
Campaign saved.
Avaril the Average drinks more.
Æthelmyr: Come on, Avaril, Bob, off we go.
Bob tears a big chunk of spider off one of the corpses, then follows as he munches on it.
Æthelmyr follows Eilir and Xenia.
Avaril the Average: That’s disgusting. You’re awfully foul for a dragon.
Eilir: So far we’ve met a dragon and fought orcs, kobolds, drow, spiders, fey and incorporeal animals.
Eilir: I wonder what else we’ll meet up here.
Bob: You should try some! It’s great! Makes you more clever, too.
Æthelmyr: Zombies.
Matt (Avaril the Average): We ate pizza.
Eilir: Oh yeah. We fought zombies, too. And that Vargouille.
Avaril the Average: I’m sorry but if I were more clever my razor sharp wit may injur our slower party members.
Avaril the Average gestures at the ladies.
Bob chuckles.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Sharks with wands of Ray of Fire attached to their heads.
Keah (Eilir): what?
ElectricCaveman: That’s Tuesday’s session.
Keah (Eilir): I don’t think Ray of Fire is a thing…
Avaril the Average: How frikin’ hard is it to frikin’ frikin’ frik.
Avaril the Average: Oops. FUCK.
Avaril the Average: Ignore me!
Eilir: Well, Æthelmyr, if you really are going crazy, at least you’re not alone?
Æthelmyr: I’m not crazy.
Æthelmyr: Who said I was crazy?
Avaril the Average: I’m not crazy, I’m eccentric.
Æthelmyr: They’re wrong.
Æthelmyr: I’m not crazy.
Avaril the Average: And also I have whiskey. Aethelmyr is crazy.
[w] -> Æthelmyr: As you head off, you see the thing at the edge of your vision again.
Eilir: You were worried about going crazy earlier when you kept seeing that thing following you.
Avaril the Average drinks more.
Avaril the Average: HERE!
Æthelmyr: I am not seeing things.
Æthelmyr: There’s nothing there.
Avaril the Average puts the bottle to Eilir’s lips.
Eilir ignores him.
Matt (Avaril the Average): How the fuck do you ignore that?
Matt (Avaril the Average): It’s in your face.
Æthelmyr picks up a rock and throws it into the woods where last she saw… something.
Keah (Eilir): just keep walking.
Campaign saved.
Avaril the Average continues to hold the bottle pressed against her lips while they walk.
Avaril the Average: It’ll wake you far better than a bucket of water I swear to you!
Æthelmyr: Let’s hurry. I don’t like this place.
Eilir was going to say something else but can’t with the whiskey bottle in her face.
Avaril the Average tips the bottle back.
Eilir swats the bottle away.
Avaril the Average: Fine, be that way! I was only trying to lighten your spirits and make you HAPPY.
Avaril the Average corks the bottle and puts it back into his pack.
Eilir: I’m quite happy without your liquor, thank you.
Keah (Eilir): are you just letting us go with this? because i’m just waiting for something to happen. XD
ElectricCaveman: I’m being amused.
Keah (Eilir): lol me too
Avaril the Average: You don’t seem happy. You seem grumpy.
Avaril the Average: I try and bring your mood up and you cast me and my jovial…ness… away.
Eilir: Right now, I’m a little creeped out that you’re trying to be nice.
You make your way through the brush, down the valley. You occasionally hear things rustling out of sight, but nothing confronts you as you go.
Avaril the Average: I’m sorry for trying to be nice. I’ll never do it again.
Keah (Eilir): Any game to hunt?
Avaril the Average whaps Eilir’s ass with his staff rather forcefully.
Eilir: It wasn’t a complaint.
Campaign saved.
Avaril the Average: Jerk.
Eilir: Ow!
Eilir: It wasn’t a complaint! Just… different.
Avaril the Average: Well compliments don’t start out with, "You’re a creepy asshole who should fall down a cliff."
Eilir: I never said that.
Eilir: If I wanted you to fall down a cliff, I’d have thrown you off that glacier.
Eilir: I appreciate that you didn’t call me "whore" earlier.
Avaril the Average: Well not only do you have an inexplicable hatred of the term, but, as best I know, it’s not your profession. Else I’d be first in line I assure you.
Avaril the Average: For a whore. I mean. Not you. There are no whores out here.
Avaril the Average: A distinct lack of whores.
Eilir: Right.
Avaril the Average: And you owe me one.
Avaril the Average: A whore
Avaril the Average: Is what you owe me.
Eilir: I am aware. I haven’t forgotten.
Avaril the Average: Nor have I.
Eilir: Next town we come to.
Avaril the Average: With decent whores.
Avaril the Average: Next town we come to, comma, with decent whores.
Eilir: Alright fine.
Æthelmyr: Eilir, you’re not really going to let him find solace in the arms of another woman, are you?
Eilir: Why shouldn’t I?
Eilir: I told you, there’s nothing between us.
Æthelmyr: Oh, I see.
Æthelmyr winks.
Eilir: Actually, he makes me wonder if I don’t prefer women… But I think that’s just because he’s the only man around.
Avaril the Average: Allow me to assist you on that train of thought.
Campaign saved.
Avaril the Average: In any way I can. I’ll hold something if need be.
Eilir: Pass.
Æthelmyr: What’s a train of thought?
Avaril the Average: Please? I just want to watch. Hands off.
Eilir: It’s… a sequence of ideas? I don’t know how to describe it.
Avaril the Average: Yes, and let’s return to yours real quickly…
Avaril the Average grabs his whiskey again.
Bob: Oooo! I know this idiot! I mean idiom…
Bob: It’s like a wagon train that merchants use, but it’s for ideas!
Eilir: Right.
Eilir: There are several in a line, and it moves forward.
Avaril the Average: Yes, so. They. Carry whores… Touching…
Avaril the Average drifts into daydreams.
Bob: They all come in a row! It actually makes sense!
Bob: Most things in Common don’t, you know.
Eilir: I’ll give you that, Bob.
Keah (Eilir): common is now as confusing and sometimes silly as the english language.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Common is now written with only 4 characters and three exact-same-looking dots. [/canon]
Eilir is speaking :
No it’s not.
Translated Common: No it’s not.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Why would common look stupid?
Matt (Avaril the Average): Common looks stupid.
Keah (Eilir): Are we there yet?
Keah (Eilir): Is there anything to hunt on the way?
Matt (Avaril the Average): I have to go to the baaathrooooom!
Keah (Eilir): i have to eat soon. but i’m contemplating bringing my laptop to the table.
DM: Make a survival check for hunting.
Campaign saved.
Avaril the Average: Your dad will be furious.
Matt (Avaril the Average): And he’ll cast Torre out.
Eilir -> [SKILL] Survival [1d20+1 = 13]
Eilir: About what?
Matt (Avaril the Average): And Torre will have to form a tribe of marauding dogs.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Survival [1d20+1 = 16]
Keah (Eilir): the most adorable hunting pack ever.
Matt (Avaril the Average): And they’ll have to rob stores at gunpoint.
Avaril the Average: What? Oh, sorry, I was daydreaming about… Uh… Well… It’s best I don’t tell you lest you be offended.
Eilir: Okay.
Æthelmyr: Since when has that stopped you?
Avaril the Average: Since she indicated the things I could get her to do with my whores…
Eilir is speaking :
That’s what I was just wondering. But I’m not complaining at this point.
Translated Draconic: That’s what I was just wondering. But I’m not complaining at this point.
Avaril the Average: Hey, none of this fancy tongue here. Talk so all of us can understand it.
Æthelmyr is speaking :
Eh, whatever.
Translated Draconic: Eh, whatever.
Æthelmyr sticks her tongue out at Avaril.
Avaril the Average is speaking :
Fuck you like the filthy whores you are.
Translated Abyssal: Fuck you like the filthy whores you are.
DM: You manage to kill a few grey squirrels on your hunt, and pick up some tasty berries to go with them.
Æthelmyr: I need to learn that, is that Abyssal or Infernal?
Æthelmyr: Can you teach me?
Æthelmyr: I never got why demons and devils had different languages, anyway.
Avaril the Average: Gouge the eyes are and then put the berries in the eyesockets so you can eat their heads whole and it’ll all be delicious for you.
Æthelmyr: And if they’ve got different languages, why do they use the same script?
Avaril the Average: I COULD teach you. Whether or not I want you to prattle on in yet another language is up for debate.
Avaril the Average: Eilir, shut it up.
Æthelmyr: Please?
Æthelmyr: I’ll buy you a cookie.
Matt (Avaril the Average): SAM WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GONE!?
Matt (Avaril the Average): I MISS YOUR INPUT IN OUR CONVERSATIONS
Campaign saved.
Sam (Xenia): sorry, I was reading along. But eating dinner. So sticky fingers, tried to avoid keyboard.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Hehehe, comment.
Keah (Eilir): I’m about to eat, but laptop is at table.
Matt (Avaril the Average): YOU ARE TABLE
Eilir: I’ll teach you elven, Aethelmyr. Since you taught me Draconic.
Æthelmyr: OK.
Æthelmyr: Thank you.
Late morning, the thick brush clears away and you continue down the valley in tall grass. Less than a minute after you step into the open, a trio of harpies dive by to attack you. Bob sends a blast of acid their way, and they quickly change their minds about the situation and fly off.
Keah (Eilir): lol
Sam (Xenia): Love you, Bob.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Well that was an interesting combat encounter. Should we roll for postarity?
Avaril the Average: posterity [1d20 = 12]
Æthelmyr: Bob, can you teach me to do that?
Eilir: Wouldn’t you spit ice?
Æthelmyr: posterity [1d20 = 2]
[w] -> Æthelmyr: That strange figure at the edge of your vision continues appearing intermittently.
Campaign saved.
Bob: I think she’s right. You should find a silver dragon to teach you.
Keah (Eilir): How much XP do I get for the harpies?
Æthelmyr throws whatever she can at whatever she can’t quite see.
ElectricCaveman: None. Bob did all the work, he gets all the experience.
Keah (Eilir): XP hog.
Keah (Eilir): XD
Matt (Avaril the Average): We were there and we experienced something.
Keah (Eilir): I got to see a harpy!
Awarding 12 XP to the Party
[3 XP] -> Æthelmyr
[3 XP] -> Eilir
[3 XP] -> Avaril the Average
[3 XP] -> Xenia
Keah (Eilir): I was joking. But thanks. XD
dublish (Æthelmyr): Only 1473 left!
dublish (Æthelmyr): …
dublish (Æthelmyr): So now what?
Keah (Eilir): Wild pokemon live in the tall grass.
Campaign saved.
ElectricCaveman: Wild Gligar attacks!
Matt (Avaril the Average): We should catch them and gut them and leave them to die slow deaths dragged their entrails behind them.
Keah (Eilir): Bob! Use Acid!
Mid-afternoon, you turn a corner in the valley and see a vast, gently rolling land spread out before you. The grass yellows, then disappears completely, as it nears the sandy desert. Between you and the dry wasteland is a sizable and apparently rather busy town.
Eilir: Finally!
Æthelmyr: Oh, we can finally get rid of some of this stuff!
Avaril the Average: You can lay me!
Avaril the Average pokes Eilir.
Xenia: That does sound nice. My back is starting to hurt from carrying all this around!
Campaign saved.
Bob: We made it! Yay!
Bob: You’re going to go into town?
Æthelmyr: You don’t want to?
Eilir: That’s the plan. We can offload some of this dragon stuff.
Eilir -> [SKILL] Knowledge (Arcana) [MOD:INT] [1d20+8 = 24]
Avaril the Average: You mean Bob?
Bob: I guess it’s time for me to leave, then.
Keah (Eilir): All dragons can use Disguise Self, right?
Keah (Eilir): Aw…
Eilir: Aw…
Bob: Dragons and towns don’t mix so well.
Avaril the Average: Why?
Avaril the Average: We could use a weapon like you.
Xenia: Bob’s not a weapon. He’s a person-ish-like-animal-creature…
Eilir: He’s a DRAGON.
Xenia trails off feeling uncomfortable.
[w] -> Eilir: no, they don’t. they all become powerful sorcerers as they grow; that’s how they get their polymorph abilities.
Avaril the Average: He kills things really, REALLY well.
Avaril the Average: Far better than you.
Avaril the Average: I’d like him to stick around.
[w] Eilir: ah okay. I know that was a little meta, but… with that arcane knowledge, i figured maybe i’d read that somewhere.
Bob: Well, thanks, but you’ve got that thing to do. And I need to go find a new home.
Eilir: Well good luck, Bob. Take care of yourself.
Eilir: And thanks for helping us this far.
Avaril the Average: Come help us if we ask for it!
[w] Æthelmyr: (whispering) Bob, have you ever met a silver dragon named Noachothokent?
Bob: You, too! When you’re done with your mission, come find me! I’ll catch the biggest scorpions you’ve ever seen!
Campaign saved.
Eilir: Looking forward to it!
Avaril the Average: I don’t like scorpions.
Eilir: You can stay in town.
Avaril the Average: YOU can stay in town.
[w] -> Æthelmyr: No, I’ve never met a silver dragon. My mom knew one, but not that one.
[w] Æthelmyr: Oh. Thanks, anyway. And good luck.
Keah (Eilir): Let it be known in the official record taht if we all survive this and stop the Drow from tearing the planes asunder, Eilir will make her way back to the desert and go scorpion hunting with Bob.
Æthelmyr: Alright, let’s go.
Keah (Eilir): Aethelmyr isn’t super sad bob’s leaving? i’m surprised!
Sam (Xenia): brb
User ‘Sam’ has gone AFK.
Bob: Okay, bye!
Eilir waves once more to Bob before heading toward the town.
Æthelmyr: Take care, Bob! Don’t run into any dragon hunters!
Bob runs a short distance, then takes to the air, winging his way north along the mountain range’s edge.
User ‘Sam’ is back.
[w] Eilir: I liked having Bob around. He was fun and allowed us to have some more interesting encounters we wouldn’t normally have had.
[w] -> Eilir: Thanks. I’m glad it worked as well as it did.
Campaign saved.
[w] Eilir: I’m glad he didn’t turn into one of THOSE NPCs. But I didn’t figure he would.
As the dragon you called Bob soars magesically away, you stand in the tall grass as it bends gently in the breeze, gazing after him. The rugged edge of the mountains soon conceals his sillouette, leaving the four of you alone in the deserted valley.
ElectricCaveman: *magestically
Sam (Xenia): awwww.
Keah (Eilir): majestically?
Æthelmyr sighs.
ElectricCaveman: that one.
Æthelmyr: I wish I could do that.
ElectricCaveman: I totally can’t spell tonight. I’ve caught most of them…
Eilir: Maybe someday, Aethelmyr.
Eilir pats Æthelmyr on the back.
Æthelmyr: You think so?
Æthelmyr flaps her wings ineffectually.
Eilir: Sure. If nothing else, maybe there’s some magic item out there to help you.
Avaril the Average: A whore.
Keah (Eilir): or a Wish spell.
Avaril the Average pats Eilir on the back.
Æthelmyr: What?
Eilir: Come on. Let’s go check out this town.
Æthelmyr: Whatever.
Æthelmyr: Let’s go.
Æthelmyr heads to town.
Eilir: to the town!
[w] -> Æthelmyr: As you begin to leave the valley, you hear the awful, incomprehensible voice whispering to you again.
[w] -> Æthelmyr: Make a Will save.
Campaign saved.
[TOWER] Æthelmyr -> [SAVE] Will [1d20+4 = 19]
Æthelmyr: Whatever was following us, IT IS STILL FOLLOWING US AND I DON’T LIKE IT ONE BIT.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Spot [1d20+9 = 19]
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Listen [1d20+4 = 18]
[w] -> Eilir: You resist the maddening sound.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Knowledge (arcana) [MOD:INT] [1d20+6 = 13]
Eilir (teasingly): I thought you said there was nothing there?
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Spellcraft [1d20+5 = 13]
[w] Eilir: I do?
Æthelmyr: I LIED IT IS DEFINITELY THERE.
[w] -> Eilir: No, aethelmyr does
[w] Eilir: lol
[w] -> Eilir: slash-r doesn’t work the way I want…
Eilir: Still can’t tell what it looks like?
[w] Æthelmyr: I rolled in the tower, don’t know if I made it.
Æthelmyr: Whenever I try to look at it, it disappears.
[w] -> Æthelmyr: You did. I accidentally sent the result to Katheryn…
Eilir: How strange…
Avaril the Average: She’s crazy, let’s go to the brothel.
Keah (Eilir): Can I make a knowledge check based solely on what aethelmyr has told me?
Æthelmyr: I’m not crazy!
Eilir: If she sees and hears it, there’s a possibility that it’s actually there.
Avaril the Average: You’re crazy, let’s go to the brothel.
Æthelmyr: I’m not crazy, you’re crazy!
Eilir: Like… like I read somewhere that unicorns only appear to virgins. Maybe it’s something like that.
Æthelmyr: Stupid!
Just as you’re about to continue on, you all begin to hear the whispering. At first it is nonsense in many languages, then it resolves to Sylvan. Moments later, a horrid figure suddenly dissolves into being next to Aethelmyr.
Keah (Eilir): Eilir would’ve made a great bard.
Æthelmyr shrieks.
Eilir: Oh my gods!
DM: Place yourselves on the map and roll initiative.
Æthelmyr -> [INIT] [1d20+4 = 22]
Eilir -> [INIT] [1d20+2 = 3]
Æthelmyr: I AM GOING TO RIP YOU APART FOR TORTURING ME LIKE THAT!
Keah (Eilir): Well, let’s hope that’s the only 1 I roll tonight (knock on wood)
Keah (Eilir): which way was the town? i imagine i was ahead of aethelmyr.
Keah (Eilir): not way ahead, just a little.
Avaril the Average -> [INIT] [1d20+2 = 11]
Campaign saved.
Xenia -> [INIT] [1d20+1 = 20]
Keah (Eilir): A horrid figure, eh? Wonder what it is! O.O
DM: The thing looks like a human man, emaciated and with ragged, overgrown hair. Its skin is covered with frostbite, and it legs have rotted away below the knee. It hovers in the air just next to Aethelmyr.
Keah (Eilir): ugh…
Eilir: Well… there’s your stalker…
DM: Its teeth are too large and sharp, jagged things. It screams, then bites at Aethelmyr.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Let’s start, I want to kill it!
Keah (Eilir): it wants to kill you, too.
Keah (Eilir): It’s fast for not having any legs…
[ROUND 1]
[TURN] Wendigo
DM: [ATTACK (M)] Bite [1d20+4 = 17]
Attack [17] -> [at Æthelmyr] [MISS]
dublish (Æthelmyr): AoO?
Campaign saved.
DM: The monster fails to damage Aethelmyr with its jagged teeth, then glides away, circling around, never facing away.
ElectricCaveman: No, you’re still flat-footed.
[TURN] Æthelmyr
Æthelmyr -> [ATTACK (M)] Claws (secondary) [1d20-2 = 3]
Attack [3] -> [at Wendigo] [MISS]
dublish (Æthelmyr): That was the wrong thing.
ElectricCaveman: It wouldn’t have hit anyway, with a 5.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Not that a 10 would be any better.
[TURN] Xenia
Xenia: I cast Hold Person at the scary rotting ice man
Wendigo -> [SAVE] Will [VS DC 14] [SUCCESS] [1d20+6 = 22]
DM: You magic slides away from the creature; it is not humanoid, but merely taking that shape.
ElectricCaveman: *your, dang it.
Keah (Eilir): It’s not people, sam!
[TURN] Avaril the Average
Campaign saved.
dublish (Æthelmyr): It’s not Soylent Green.
Avaril the Average -> [CAST] Ray of Frost [at Wendigo]
Avaril the Average -> [ATTACK (R)] Ray of Frost [TOUCH] [1d20+2 = 11]
Attack [11] -> [at Wendigo] [MISS]
[TURN] Eilir
Eilir -> [DAMAGE (R)] Dragonbone Longbow (+2 STR) [TYPE: piercing(x3)] [1d8+2 = 10]
Damage [10 NL] -> [to Wendigo]
Keah (Eilir): That was the wrong die…
Eilir -> [ATTACK (R)] Dragonbone Longbow (+2 STR) [1d20+7 = 20]
Attack [20] -> [at Wendigo] [HIT]
DM: Since it hit, we’ll keep the damage die you already rolled.
Keah (Eilir): Yay! Thank you.
[ROUND 2]
DM: [GM] [REGEN] Regeneration [5]
[GM] Regeneration [5 NL] -> [to Wendigo]
[TURN] Wendigo
[w] Eilir: Combat tracker is showing "vuln: fire" as one of the wendigo’s effects. Just fyi.
DM: The arrow wound immediately begins to heal rapidly.
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): Of course it does.
DM: [SKILL] Concentration (Spell Class +4) [1d20+13 = 14]
Keah (Eilir): star wars angry birds…
dublish (Æthelmyr): Fucking angry birds.
Matt (Avaril the Average): What about SWAB?
DM: The creature tries to cast a spell, but loses its focus as it tries to keep away from Aethelmyr as well.
[TURN] Æthelmyr
Æthelmyr is speaking :
THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!
Translated Sylvan: THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!
Æthelmyr -> [ATTACK #2 (M)] Claws (primary) [FULL] [1d20+3 = 12]
Attack [12] -> [at Wendigo] [MISS]
Æthelmyr -> [ATTACK (M)] Claws (primary) [FULL] [1d20+3 = 13]
Attack [13] -> [at Wendigo] [MISS]
Æthelmyr -> [ATTACK (M)] Tail slap [1d20-2 = 15]
Attack [15] -> [at Wendigo] [MISS]
[TURN] Xenia
Wendigo is speaking :
So cold… Join me… Feed me…
Translated Sylvan: So cold… Join me… Feed me…
Eilir: I wonder what they’re saying.
Xenia: I cast Bless
Xenia -> [CAST] Bless
Xenia: I don
Campaign saved.
Sam (Xenia): so, plus 1 to all attacks. But I don’t know if that is a way to add that to everyone easily?
dublish (Æthelmyr): Can you target everyone and apply its effects?
[TURN] Avaril the Average
Sam (Xenia): hmmm
Avaril the Average -> [ATTACK (R)] Heavy Fucking Crossbow [CRIT 19] (-4) [1d20-2 = 4]
Attack [4] -> [at Wendigo] [MISS]
Keah (Eilir): brb
User ‘Keah’ has gone AFK.
[TURN] Eilir
ElectricCaveman: effect added
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): back
‘Sam’ connection lost. Waiting for reconnect
Eilir -> [CAST] Acid Splash
Eilir -> [ATTACK (R)] Acid Splash [TOUCH] [1d20+6 = 14]
Keah (Eilir): That’s -4, isn’t it?
DM: Yes. Doesn’t hit anyway.
‘Sam’ disconnected
DM: The monster dodges your spell.
Keah (Eilir): Alright.
[ROUND 3]
DM: [GM] [REGEN] Regeneration [5]
[GM] Regeneration [5 NL] -> [to Wendigo]
[TURN] Wendigo
DM: [ATTACK (M)] Bite [1d20+4 = 10]
Attack [10] -> [at Æthelmyr] [MISS]
[TURN] Æthelmyr
Keah (Eilir): That did not add my bless bonus to attack. unless it doesn’t apply to spell touch attacks for some reason.
Æthelmyr -> [ATTACK (M)] Claws (primary) [FULL] [1d20+3 = 15]
Attack [15] -> [at Wendigo] [MISS]
Æthelmyr -> [ATTACK #2 (M)] Claws (primary) [FULL] [1d20+3 = 11]
Attack [11] -> [at Wendigo] [MISS]
ElectricCaveman: We lost Sam here and on Skype.
Æthelmyr -> [ATTACK (M)] Tail slap [1d20-2 = 18]
Attack [18] -> [at Wendigo] [AUTOMATIC HIT]
Æthelmyr -> [ATTACK (M)] Tail slap [CONFIRM] [1d20-2 = 11]
Attack [11] -> [at Wendigo] [CRIT NOT CONFIRMED]
ElectricCaveman: It should, but it didn’t make a difference.
Æthelmyr -> [DAMAGE (M)] Tail slap [MULT:0.5] [TYPE: bludgeoning] [1d6+1 = 5]
Damage [5 NL] -> [to Wendigo]
Keah (Eilir): Oh noes!
‘Sam’ connected
dublish (Æthelmyr): Nonlethal?
Keah (Eilir): She’s still on Mah, though.
[TURN] Xenia
Keah (Eilir): It’s dead, Kyle. It can’t take lethal damage. Duh.
Keah (Eilir): I don’t actually know.
Campaign saved.
DM: The damage the creature takes begins to heal immediately. It is not bed enough long enough to be real lethal damage.
ElectricCaveman: *bad.
ElectricCaveman: curse you, english language!
Keah (Eilir): Common.
ElectricCaveman: I have no issue with Common. Yet.
Keah (Eilir): Did someone try texting Sam?
Keah (Eilir): Charge it with your quarterstaff!
Sam (Xenia): sorry, my computer freaked out. what did I miss?
Sam (Xenia): and by freaked out, I mean shut down unexpected ly.
Keah (Eilir): peter cursing the english language.
Campaign saved.
ElectricCaveman: Aethelmyr tail-smacked the monster, everyone else missed (monster included). And english is the spawn of evil.
Keah (Eilir): It’s partially French, you know.
ElectricCaveman: It’s partially many things. It is the bastard mutt of the linguistics world.
Keah (Eilir): Sam, is your turn.
Xenia: I cast Magic Weapon.
Sam (Xenia): Which hopefully will work better this time
Xenia -> [CAST] Magic Weapon
Matt (Avaril the Average): Don’t. Never ever do it. Just don’t.
DM: On what weapon?
Sam (Xenia): sorry, I meant spiritual weapon.
Keah (Eilir): Magic Weapon and Spiritual Weapon are different, Sam. Did you mean Spiritual Weapon?
Xenia: I got my adjective weapons confused
Eilir: Did you now?
Xenia: That was wierd. Do you ever feel like other people’s thoughts just float through your head?
Eilir: Hm… No, no not really.
Keah (Eilir): I could have seen you starting one spell and then going "wait… wrong one" XD
Sam (Xenia): haha
Æthelmyr: SHUT UP AND KILL IT!
Avaril the Average: Make babies out of it!
Campaign saved.
DM: Make its attack roll.
Eilir: I wonder why it was stalking Æthelmyr…
Eilir: You should ask it!
Xenia: +4 [1d20+4 = 18]
DM: That hits. Roll damage.
Xenia: +1 [1d8+1 = 9]
Damage [9 NL] -> [to Wendigo]
Keah (Eilir): Nice.
Keah (Eilir): yay sam.
Xenia: It works! my spell works!
[TURN] Avaril the Average
dublish (Æthelmyr): What is the purple thing?
Keah (Eilir): sam’s sword.
DM: The force sword Xenia conjured
DM: It doesn’t flank, it just hangs out slicing things.
Avaril the Average: I AM RELOADING! PROTECT ME!
Avaril the Average reloads.
Eilir: So he says after moving away from all of us…
[TURN] Eilir
Eilir -> [ATTACK (R)] Dragonbone Longbow (+2 STR) [1d20+7 = 8]
Attack [8] -> [at Wendigo] [AUTOMATIC MISS]
Keah (Eilir): well poop.
[ROUND 4]
DM: [GM] [REGEN] Regeneration [5]
[GM] Regeneration [5 NL] -> [to Wendigo]
[TURN] Wendigo
Avaril the Average: It is YOUR job to protect me. That means to follow me about wherever I go in a fight and keep me out of harm’s way!
Avaril the Average: Not that you’re very good at it!
Avaril the Average points to his boarscar.
Eilir: You could help by not going out of my reach, you know.
Campaign saved.
Wendigo: The monster zooms away from Aethelmyr, circling the group. It stops on the far side of Xenia, and casts a spell.
ElectricCaveman: grrr
Æthelmyr: KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!
Eilir: I don’t have any fire spells…
Keah (Eilir): I almost took one, but then I didn’t.
Matt (Avaril the Average): These dots are fucking stupid. I can’t hover over its health-dot because it disappears. It’s a very well-intentioned feature but the execution is disfunctional at best.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Guess I’ll just assume yellow means… "Moderate damage."
Keah (Eilir): It’s because of the way the token is. I think it figures out the shape.
[w] Eilir: You try to make him happy, but he just complains anyway.
DM: Hovering over the dots doesn’t show you more, anyway.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Regardless, it’d be better if it did it by grid spaces.
ElectricCaveman: I do agree on that count. It didn’t like working with the shape of the spider tokens at all.
[TURN] Æthelmyr
Campaign saved.
Æthelmyr -> [CAST] Sleep
Æthelmyr -> [CAST] Sleep [at Wendigo]
Wendigo -> [SAVE] Will [VS DC 15] [FAILURE] [1d20+6 = 13]
Effect [‘Helpless’] -> [to Wendigo] [by Æthelmyr]
Matt (Avaril the Average): HELPLESS!?
Matt (Avaril the Average): I CALL THE COUP DE GRACE!
dublish (Æthelmyr): Hold on…
[TURN] Xenia
dublish (Æthelmyr): OK.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Can "ghosts" sleep?
dublish (Æthelmyr): No idea, but I cast it anyway.
DM: This thing fell asleep.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Can I kill it with rules?
DM: You can make a coup, but I’ll keep the round count going, just in case.
DM: We don’t have to act in order, I’m just keeping track.
Avaril the Average: I’ll dispatch this creature! It’s unsafe for any of you ladies to approach! Allow, me, .
Avaril the Average: I KILL it!
DM: Roll crit damage for your weapon of choice.
Campaign saved.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Two dice or one dice x2?
DM: two dice
Avaril the Average -> [DAMAGE (R)] Heavy Fucking Crossbow [TYPE: piercing] [1d10 = 10]
Matt (Avaril the Average): I rolled both! They were both 10’s! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DM: I saw them roll on my screen. We’ll call it 20.
Avaril the Average: I’M RELOADING! PROTECT ME!
Avaril the Average reloads.
DM: The monster falls to the ground, dead.
Avaril the Average: BY MY HAND!
Avaril the Average: Dances around the corpse!
Eilir: Good job?
Avaril the Average: YES! A VERY GOOD JOB! BY ME!
Avaril the Average dances up to Eilir, and then around Eilir.
Æthelmyr: Finally!
Æthelmyr: I thought that thing would never shut up!
Xenia: well, now we know you aren’t crazy…probably
Eilir: So what was it saying?
Eilir: You two talked a little bit.
Avaril the Average: YOU OWE ME A WHORE!
Avaril the Average hugs Eilir.
Æthelmyr: It was speaking gibberish and I told it it was going to die.
Eilir: Please let go.
Avaril the Average: Let’s fulfill your destiny!
Campaign saved.
Eilir: I wonder what it wanted.
Keah (Eilir): to eat us. because it was a wendigo, but eilir doesn’t know that.
Avaril the Average: Who cares what it wants.
Avaril the Average: The question is what I want.
Avaril the Average: And guess what I want.
Eilir: I know what you want. Patience, wizard.
Avaril the Average: Patience be damned! MAKE HASTE!
Eilir: I don’t know that spell.
Eilir continues walking toward the town.
Avaril the Average: Ha. Ha. You know what I mean.
Avaril the Average follows her closely.
Æthelmyr heads towards town as well.
Campaign saved.
Eilir: Coming, Xenia?
Keah (Eilir): still elated taht your sword worked?
You proceed into the town without further interruption. The place is busy and grungy, full of closely packed wood and stone buildings separated by dirt roads, alleys, and busy plazas. Even the smallest streets seem to be bustling with all sorts of humanoids. You quickly spot several taverns and a large marketplace.
Xenia: my sword worked, my sword worked, la la la
Xenia follows along, humming.
Eilir: Should we secure a place to stay first or go sell some of this stuff?
Æthelmyr: heads towards the marketplace.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Oops.
Eilir follows.
Æthelmyr heads towards the marketplace.
Æthelmyr: Marketplace!
Eilir: Marketplace it is.
DM: The marketplace is crowded with people of such variety as would put even the most liberal neighborhood in Sitye to shame. The wares available here range from most mundane to exotic rarities.
Eilir oggles the various stalls we pass.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Gather Information [1d20+3 = 23]
Keah (Eilir): nice
Æthelmyr: Time to find out where we are and where to sell stuff.
Eilir -> [SKILL] Gather Information [ASSIST] [1d20+1 = 8]
Keah (Eilir): lol not helping.
Æthelmyr starts canvassing the crowd for information.
Eilir is more book smart than street smart.
Campaign saved.
DM: You spend a few minutes asking around. A few people pause long enough to give you directions to some shops and stalls that deal in what you seek.
ElectricCaveman: How much do you want to role-play the shopping trip?
Æthelmyr: Bingo!
Avaril the Average oogles the various women around.
Avaril the Average: I want them all Eilir…
Æthelmyr: To the weaponsmith!
dublish (Æthelmyr): Not at all.
Eilir: You get one, and she has to be willingly selling herself.
Keah (Eilir): I know for sure I don’t want to roleplay buying a hooker. And I’m fine with not roleplaying our shopping trip, either.
DM: You find a gnome selling dwarf-make weapons. He can sell you any common type of non-magic weapon, and is willing to take your extra weapons in partial payment.
Matt (Avaril the Average): You have to roleplay buying me a hooker. : (
Keah (Eilir): The weapons I have are fine. I just want to sell these extras.
dublish (Æthelmyr): I just want to get rid of extra stuff.
Campaign saved.
DM: That works, too. He’s intrigued by the copper dragon gear (armor, shield, and morningstar), and offers to pay extra for them as a set.
Keah (Eilir): Book of Erotic Fantasy says I’m out 5GP to get a decent prostitute for avaril.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Deal. I think.
Keah (Eilir): I have the armour, aethelmyr has the morningstar and xenia has the shield, right? XD
ElectricCaveman: I didn’t even think to look there… I was trying to decide if hookers were skilled labor.
Keah (Eilir): There’s a table for sexual services. it’s got a bookmark in the pdf.
[w] Eilir: he should risk stds if he’s gonna keep a-whoring.
dublish (Æthelmyr): I want to get rid of Mwk Short Sword, Mwk Studded Leather Armor, Dragonfang Morningstar, .
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): I put my list of selling in my Shopping List note. for convenience.
ElectricCaveman: What is everyone else selling? I’ll just give you all gp totals and we’ll move on.
Keah (Eilir): i thought i ended up with more dragony weapons and stuff, but i guess not.
Sam (Xenia): I want to get rid of my normal quarterstaff, mwk spear, leather armor
Matt (Avaril the Average): I want to buy enough bolts I will never have to worry about running out except in cases of plot.
Matt (Avaril the Average): And a lot of whiskey, and several whores, and a partrage, and a pear tree, but never the two shall meet.
Keah (Eilir): partridge?
Keah (Eilir): mmmm… partridge.
Matt (Avaril the Average): I want to buy 5 more levels.
Keah (Eilir): this isn’t munchkin.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Fuck you.
dublish (Æthelmyr): 37 bajillion gp.
Matt (Avaril the Average): : (
Campaign saved.
DM: The shopkeep offers Xenia 300 gold if she’ll part with her dragonhide shield and complete the set he’s buying.
Sam (Xenia): okay
Keah (Eilir): in memory of bob.
ElectricCaveman: And I think Avaril has/can gather enough bolts from Drow to have a plot-relevant supply.
Keah (Eilir): and yea shall these thus be called the Bob set.
Keah (Eilir): i have 80-something arrows, so i’m good on ammo. XD
Keah (Eilir): and i’ll share with aethelmyr if she runs low.
Keah (Eilir): i was wondering why the mithral ingots didn’t weight much. and then i remembered they’re mithral and i felt dumb. >.>
Campaign saved.
DM: For the items you mentioned, Aethelmyr gets 546 g 5 s, Eilir gets 702 g 5 s, and Xenia gets 451 g
Avaril the Average: I WISH TO BUY ALL SORTS OF VARYING LIQUOR AND BECOME A TRAVELING CONNOSEUR!
Avaril the Average: I will need your aids to carry my alcohol.
Keah (Eilir): Remove them from our invos ourselves?
Eilir: I’m not carrying your booze.
Avaril the Average: You may have sips to taste them, but the actual drinking is for me and whoever I offer to.
Eilir: Get yourself a Bag of Holding or something.
Avaril the Average: But you may freely drink of it!
ElectricCaveman: yes, please
dublish (Æthelmyr): Peter, I accidentally deleted a Mwk Dagger. :(
Matt (Avaril the Average): I want a bag of holding alcohol. How much?
ElectricCaveman: your dagger has been restored.
Keah (Eilir): I’m still at a medium load. I think a lot of that is arrows…
dublish (Æthelmyr): Thank you!
Keah (Eilir): oh, and 30lb armour.
Keah (Eilir): that’s, like, half my load right there.
Keah (Eilir): er… 1/3
dublish (Æthelmyr): 25/66.5 is armor for me.
Sam (Xenia): I’m over by 15 but the only thing I have above 10 is my armor.
Keah (Eilir): my light load is 76 now, and i have 85. so i think that’s arrows.
Keah (Eilir): i’ll just keep dropping my pack, i guess.
Keah (Eilir): anyway.
Eilir: Shall we find a place to stay now?
Campaign saved.
Sam (Xenia): I just added up my inventory listed weights, and I only get 68…but my encumbrance is listed at 79. I added twice. Is there something I’m missing here, or is FG messing with me?
Matt (Avaril the Average): How much are light healing poitions?
dublish (Æthelmyr): Would there be a shop that sold a headband of intellect +2 anywhere?
Keah (Eilir): Mine’s correct.
Keah (Eilir): Did you add together items that are multiples?
DM: Potions of cure light are 50g each. You are able to find a stall selling basic magic items like the headband.
dublish (Æthelmyr): How much is it?
ElectricCaveman: I see your encumbrance listed at 67. Give it a minute, or close and reopen, or something.
DM: 4000 gp
dublish (Æthelmyr): Oh.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Hm.
ElectricCaveman: Matt, if you’re serious about buying booze, you can find prices in the PHB goods and services table, or on page 31 of the Arms and Equipment Guide.
Campaign saved.
Eilir: That’s a nice headband, huh, Æthelmyr?
Matt (Avaril the Average): I will examine it later and fix this in post.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Also poitions are expensive, so eff that ess in the ay.
Keah (Eilir): we have a healer.
Æthelmyr: I don’t wanna sell all my gems!
Æthelmyr: They’re mine!
Eilir: Then don’t.
Eilir: I still think you should find a way to set them or something.
Keah (Eilir): are we done shopping?
Matt (Avaril the Average): A healer that does jack shit.
Æthelmyr: But it’s 3400gp worth of hard currency!
Matt (Avaril the Average): : P
Matt (Avaril the Average): We should invest that.
Eilir: That is a LOT of money. Wow.
Avaril the Average: We should invest that.
Eilir: In what? Prostitutes?
Avaril the Average: Yes.
Eilir was being incredibly sarcastic.
Avaril the Average: Ladies love shiny stones. You should know, you are one.
Avaril the Average is aware.
Campaign saved.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Will the magic man take an aquamarine, a clear blue sapphire, a rough emerald, and 3 violet garnets, plus 600 gold for the headband?
ElectricCaveman: I assume that totals 4k worth?
We should invest that.
dublish (Æthelmyr): I think so.
dublish (Æthelmyr): No.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Hold on.
ElectricCaveman: That gets you up to 3040, I think
dublish (Æthelmyr): 4040.
ElectricCaveman: yes, you’re right
dublish (Æthelmyr): Aquamarine is 600, sapphire is 1300, emerald is 340, garnets are 400 apiece.
dublish (Æthelmyr): So all that plus 560gp.
ElectricCaveman: that works
dublish (Æthelmyr): Deal.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Goodbye, my preciouses! :(
‘Keah’ connection lost. Waiting for reconnect
Campaign saved.
‘Keah’ reconnected
Sam (Xenia): Aethelmyr should stifle a sob as she hands them over. haha
DM: Any more shopping?
Keah (Eilir): lol
Keah (Eilir): Nope. I’m done.
Keah (Eilir): let’s go find an inn.
Æthelmyr gazes longingly at her gems as she hands over her payment.
Eilir: places a comforting hand on Æthelmyr’s shoulder.
Eilir: We’ll find more, don’t worry.
Keah (Eilir): emote fail.
DM: There are a variety of places to stay. Any preferences?
Eilir: Nothing super fancy and expensive, but I’d like someplace kinda nice after all that mountain walking.
Æthelmyr: An inn!
Eilir: Well, yes.
Æthelmyr: You know, rather than a barn or a cave.
Eilir: Let’s find someplace nice. And clean.
DM: So, fancy or just average?
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): hm…
Keah (Eilir): i just got a lot of money, so i’m thinking fancy.
Keah (Eilir): though average might be more interesting.
Keah (Eilir): and avaril might feel more at home. XD
Sam (Xenia): haha
Avaril the Average: Fancy.
Avaril the Average: Somewhere where the whores are included.
Eilir: That would be convenient.
dublish (Æthelmyr): How do I enter a description of my headband, and is there a way to apply the bonus to my ability automatically?
Avaril the Average: You want one as well?
Eilir: No. I don’t want to go roaming about looking for a streetwalker or brothel girl you fancy.
ElectricCaveman: I’m not sure from your side, and I don’t think there is one on your character sheet.
Keah (Eilir): can you give him the magic item from the included MIC? that might work.
Keah (Eilir): unless that’s what you already did.
dublish (Æthelmyr): I don’t think there’s an included MIC.
ElectricCaveman: There. Now you should be able to change it.
Keah (Eilir): GM has a magic items module.
Campaign saved.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Still can’t. Don’t worry about it.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Oh, yes I can.
DM: So, Avaril wants to spend the night in a fancy brothel. What’s everyone else doing?
Keah (Eilir): Finding a nice inn that’s not a brothel.
Matt (Avaril the Average): I’m taking Eilir with me.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Because she’s buyign me a whore.
Keah (Eilir): Only until I pay for your whore. And then I’m going to join the other two elsewhere.
Keah (Eilir): So we should find that place first, so I can dump my stuff.
DM: You pick a nice, large inn. Their rooms are reasonably large and comfortable, and they provide you facilities to bathe. They also offer a nice dinner, if you want to dine there.
Campaign saved.
Eilir: Sounds good to me.
Eilir: I’ll leave my bag and stuff in my room. But I’ll take my longsword with me.
Eilir: Come on, Avaril, let’s… _sigh_ go find you a brothel…
DM: You set out into the streets again. Prostitutes are no harder to find than any other service or commodity, and come in as much variety.
Eilir: Let me guess, you’re looking for the finest of quality.
Avaril the Average: OOOH! LOOK AT THAT ONE!
Avaril the Average: Hey look at that one!
Avaril the Average: THAT ONE BENDS LIKE THAT!
Avaril the Average: LOOK AT HER TONGUE!
Avaril the Average: CAN I HAVE THEM ALL!?
Eilir: Just pick one, will you?
Eilir: No. You get ONE.
Eilir holds up one finger, just to be sure he understands.
DM: Humans, halflings, gnomes, desert elves, insect people, half-breeds of all types, and other exotic women are all advertising themselves on corners or at the entrances to their houses.
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): he’s like a kid in a candy store… sheesh! XD
ElectricCaveman: Do you want to make a choice, or should I make something up for you and move on?
Keah (Eilir): I vote the latter.
Avaril the Average: ALL OF THEM!
dublish (Æthelmyr): Insect people.
Eilir: Pick one, or I’m going back to the inn right now.
dublish (Æthelmyr): Avaril is kinked.
Avaril the Average: I want an elf. And a half-elf. I want two of them!
Avaril the Average: Awwwww.
Avaril the Average: I want…
Eilir: You get one. And you can pay yourself for any others.
Avaril the Average: An elf. I want a bigtitted elf who’s… An elf!
Keah (Eilir): We search for a woman who fits Avaril’s criteria.
Avaril the Average: Do two half-elves make one elf? You said I get "one."
Eilir: That doesn’t count.
Eilir: They’re also half something else, and two halves make a whole.
Campaign saved.
DM: Avaril finally settles on a desert elf dressed in revealing silks, advertising an expensive-looking brothel a few streets away from the inn where the rest of you bought rooms.
Keah (Eilir): How much to keep him for the night?
Avaril the Average: ALL NIGHT!?
Avaril the Average: DO YOU MEAN IT!?
Avaril the Average: I LOVE YOU!
Avaril the Average hugs Eilir deeply.
Eilir: We did deprive you of three.
Keah (Eilir): and it’ll make it so i don’t have to deal with him until tomorrow. :D
DM: 10 gold to keep the room and the girl for the whole night.
Eilir: Fine.
Eilir hands over 10GP.
Avaril the Average: YES! I COULD KISS YOU!
Eilir: Please don’t.
Campaign saved.
Avaril the Average: Two whores?
Prostitute: Don’t start without me, you rogue.
Eilir: I’m not paying for two. Go have fun. See you tomorrow.
Avaril the Average: Fine!
Eilir leaves quickly and makes her way back to the in.
Avaril the Average kisses Eilir on the cheek.
Avaril the Average: Oh, uh… You want in?
Avaril the Average: Hey where are you going!?
Prostitute (winking): That’s your job.
Avaril the Average whores.
Keah (Eilir): lol
Keah (Eilir): Okay, so Avaril’s taken care of. When I get back, I want to take another look at the sandals and weapon crystal I’m carrying.
Eilir -> [CAST] Detect Magic
Eilir -> [SKILL] Spellcraft [1d20+8 = 10]
Eilir -> [SKILL] Spellcraft [1d20+8 = 15]
Keah (Eilir): …
Eilir: Hey Xenia, come help me for a sec.
Eilir: I’m gonna put on these sandals. Stop me if I do something stupid.
Xenia comes over.
Xenia: ready for craziness.
Eilir dons the sandals.
DM: Nothing obvious happens
Campaign saved.
Keah (Eilir): And I’m guessing I don’t feel any different?
Keah (Eilir): I forget what kind of aura I detected on them. Or were these the ones I couldn’t tell?
Avaril the Average is whoring.
DM: I don’t remember
Keah (Eilir): I think these were the ones I flubbed.
DM: I mean, I know the aura, but I don’t remember if you know it yet.
Eilir: Okay, so… They’re sandals.
Eilir: I’m going to… uh…
Eilir jumps up and down.
DM: You feel a bit lighter on your feet, but nothing remarkable happens.
Eilir: Okay.
Eilir Takes a few brisk steps across the room.
DM: You are a few steps away from where you were a bit ago.
Keah (Eilir): lol
Eilir: This isn’t working.
Keah (Eilir): Is Æthelmyr trained in Use Magic Device?
dublish (Æthelmyr): Yes.
Eilir: Æthelmyr, come play with us!
Æthelmyr: OK.
Campaign saved.
Æthelmyr: What’s up.
[TOWER] GM -> [1d3 = 3]
Eilir: I’m trying to figure out what these sandals do. So far, I’ve jumped in the air and felt a little lighter, but that’s it.
Eilir: Care to try?
Æthelmyr: OK, but sandals are NOT my style.
Æthelmyr: And at this time of year, too…
Eilir: It’s just to figure out what they do. You don’t have to wear them all the time.
Æthelmyr attempts to fasten the sandals to her rather clawed feet without breaking anything.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Use Magic Device [1d20+3 = 12]
DM: The lacing of the sandals shifts subtly to fit your feet properly. Otherwise, nothing noteworthy occurs as you mess with them.
Eilir: Interesting.
Æthelmyr tries to walk up a wall.
Avaril the Average -> [ABILITY] Constitution check [1d20+1 = 8]
Keah (Eilir): ha
ElectricCaveman: awkward…
Keah (Eilir): indeed.
DM: Aethelmyr fails to walk up a wall.
Eilir: Maybe we should try running outside?
ElectricCaveman: You can keep trying UMD until you roll a 1. Then you have to wait 24 hours.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Use Magic Device [1d20+3 = 16]
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Use Magic Device [1d20+3 = 13]
Campaign saved.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Use Magic Device [1d20+3 = 17]
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Use Magic Device [1d20+3 = 23]
Keah (Eilir): You’re not very trained… And I can’t aid unless trained, right?
Æthelmyr starts tapdancing magically.
ElectricCaveman: right
Keah (Eilir): lolwut
DM: As you bounce around in circles, you suddenly surge forward, each step pushing you twice as far as normal, causing you to bump into a wall.
Keah (Eilir): Sam, is Xenia entertained by our antics or worried out of her mind? XD
Eilir: Woah!
Æthelmyr: I did something!
Eilir: Are you okay?
Sam (Xenia): haha. I was between the two I think. now I’m wierded out.
Æthelmyr: I’m OK, I’m OK, what happened?
Eilir: Now I REALLY think we should take these outside. Want to?
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Knowledge (arcana) [MOD:INT] [1d20+7 = 11]
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Spellcraft [1d20+6 = 10]
Eilir -> [SKILL] Spellcraft [1d20+8 = 16]
dublish (Æthelmyr): Can I tell what I just did?
Eilir -> [SKILL] Knowledge (Arcana) [MOD:INT] [1d20+8 = 19]
Keah (Eilir): Too excited to really tell anything! Woo!
Avaril the Average whores the night away.
Keah (Eilir): with a CON check of 8? I find that less than impressive.
Campaign saved.
DM: You can’t tell much. It must be some sort of transmutation or conjuration effect to make you move faster, but it’s not duplicating a spell exactly or anything.
Matt (Avaril the Average): You don’t know what the con check was for…
dublish (Æthelmyr): Double base speed maybe? That’s all I can think of…
Keah (Eilir): This is true.
ElectricCaveman: brown chicken brown cow…
Keah (Eilir): She was wearing these sandals and running really fast with those spiders.
dublish (Æthelmyr): So…
Æthelmyr: Well, that was exciting.
Campaign saved.
DM: So, more playing with shoes? Dinner? Sleep? Cat-burglary? Spontaneous vandalism by carpentry?
Æthelmyr: Let’s get some food, get some sleep, and…. press on?
Eilir: Sounds good.
Eilir: I hooked Avaril up at a brothel for the whole night, so we don’t have to deal with him until tomorrow.
Eilir rubs at her cheek.
Eilir: He was really happy.
Xenia gives Eilir a funny look.
Æthelmyr shakes her head in disappointment.
Eilir: What?
Æthelmyr: It’s OK, Eilir. There are other fish in the sea. Or something.
Sam (Xenia): so, I have a final tomorrow. are we going to press on for another mini-encounter, or call it a night? or you guys can go gallivanting while Xenia sleeps?
Eilir: I’m not interested in him!
Eilir: Sheesh.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Sam you can keep playing.
Matt (Avaril the Average): You got this.
Matt (Avaril the Average): You got this bro.
Campaign saved.
Æthelmyr: Denial is only the first stage. You’ll get through this, don’t worry.
DM: You go down to have dinner at the inn. The meal is hot, nicely seasoned, and generously portioned. While you are eating, a largish man in shining chainmail comes up to you. Another man, this one in an adamantine breastplate, watches from a few paces behind him.
Æthelmyr gives Eilir a hug.
Eilir: Æthelmyr, seriously…
Brutus: Good evening, ladies. I hope I am not interrupting anything important. You may call me Brutus. I was wondering if you lovely travellers might be from a village by the name of Arenal?
Æthelmyr: Who’s asking?
Eilir takes a good look at his armour.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Sense Motive [1d20+2 = 4]
dublish (Æthelmyr): Fuck.
Eilir: It’s a pretty small town for someone like you to know about.
Brutus: That depends on what circles one frequents, my dear.
Eilir: I suppose.
Avaril the Average wishes he were there. WAIT, NO HE DOESN’T!
Eilir: Supposing we are from Arenal, what then?
Campaign saved.
Brutus: I will take your reticence as confirmation. May I correctly assume, then, that you’ve had a rather unpleasant encounter with a beautiful and dangerous witch known as Isadora?
Eilir: Oh boy…
Æthelmyr: I don’t know who that is.
Matt (Avaril the Average): That’s one of the things Avaril said over the course of the evening!
Eilir: She wasn’t particularly dangerous. She fled pretty quickly.
Eilir is speaking :
Isadora was the lady leading those slavers that attacked us.
Translated Draconic: Isadora was the lady leading those slavers that attacked us.
Matt (Avaril the Average): I like how the descriptor is "beautiful and dangerous"…
Matt (Avaril the Average): Also is Sam still here?
Matt (Avaril the Average): Yes she is.
Sam (Xenia): yes. sleepy.
Matt (Avaril the Average): She is typing.
Sam (Xenia): also my dad called.
Matt (Avaril the Average): Did you tell him we love him?
Æthelmyr: Oh, in that case, I’ve never met her.
Brutus: Then it is true that you are those same travellers. And that you did indeed bloody both her body and her reputation.
Eilir: Let me guess, you’re more of her boy toys?
Æthelmyr: I didn’t do anything to her, you have the wrong group. The ones you’re looking for are actually over there.
Brutus (chuckling): Oh, not in the least. My friend and I have no love for that witch.
Æthelmyr -> [SKILL] Bluff [1d20+9 = 10]
Keah (Eilir): lol
Æthelmyr points half-heartedly at one of the other tables.
Æthelmyr: Oh…
Eilir: That’s good to hear. So what do you want from us?
Campaign saved.
Brutus: Relax, lovely girl. No one will harm you so long as you’re here; I’ll stake my partner’s reputation on it. He tends to take things like that more seriously than I do.
Avaril the Average sings, "The best part of waking up, are whorebewbs to-oo cup! Whores!"
Brutus: If you are the ones who gave Isadora so much trouble, you must have some skill. My friend here and I are on an endeavor of our own. If you’re as strong as we have been led to believe, we have a proposition for your group…

Session 20 Chat Log

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