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[Calodan]

I think I just died......that was soo damn funny.

[kleomenes]

A patrol on the Greenfields. The Gnoll residents are taking exception to goodly folk tramping through the grasslands and attack. After setting their dogs on the party, a large group of gnoll archers musters.

In response, Seth Siger summons a magical stone wall to provide cover.

Seth Siger: [Talk] Behind the wall
Seth Siger: [Talk] *looks around*
[04:57] [DM Wisp] DM Wisp: [Talk] reflex roll)
Shandril Brightmantle: [Talk] Roll Target: Seth Siger's Wall of Stone
DMFI Dice Roll for: Reflex Mod: 31 TOTAL: 45
Luthais Sverre: [Talk] Roll Target: Luthais Sverre
DMFI Dice Roll for: Reflex Mod: 25 TOTAL: 42
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Roll Target: General Area
DMFI Dice Roll for: Reflex Mod: 23 TOTAL: 26

Ameris apparently stands admiring the magical display rather than thinking about the mortal danger.

Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Well thats a curious thing, Sir Seth! Ive not seen such before!
DM Wisp: [Talk] You all manage to duck behind cover or raise the shield, as a volley of arrows suddenly crash into the wall. Except Ameris!
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] *he's too busy admiring the wall!*
DM Wisp: [Talk] Bolts and arrow fly! Straight for him.
Luthais Sverre: [Talk] *At the arrows the elemental summons up a storm around him self*
Seth Siger: [Talk] Look OUT!
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Oh bu....
Seth Siger: [Talk] *ducks behind the wall*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] *gets pelted with arrows as he moves too slowly!*
DM Wisp: [Talk] Cling clank clonk clink clang. Pincuchoin knight.
DM Wisp: [Talk] Lucky it is plate.
Shandril Brightmantle: [Talk] *she raises her shield to cover the hails of arrows from above*
Seth Siger: [Talk] *raises his shield*
Shandril Brightmantle: [Talk] *she casts a glance back at Ameris* Take cover Ameris!
Luthais Sverre: [Talk] *Once he is warded he moves from hiding to ward Ameris and stand infront of the knight as a large wall*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] *he staggers back and hits the dirt*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] ...ow....!
Seth Siger: [Talk] *throws his shield over his back and jumps on top of Ameris*
Shandril Brightmantle: [Talk] *she frowns at the sight of the Ilmaterian on the ground and moves to provide as best aid she can, drawing upon the weave to wreathe him and seth in a concealment*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Oof *he grunts as he is covered*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] *he keeps down!*
Shandril Brightmantle: [Talk] *she keeps her shield raised meanwhile, casting the spells with routine and without hinderance*
Seth Siger: [Talk] *seth grins slightly* Respect me in the morning?
Luthais Sverre: [Talk] *The elemental might laugh if it could, For some reason it seems like a funny image*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] *he laughs*
Shandril Brightmantle: [Talk] This is no time to fool around *she smirks slightly*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] *despite the pain of the arrow impacts, so its a broken sound, but still mirthful*
Seth Siger: [Talk] *waits for the hail of arrows to stop*

[SeedsOfDoubt]

OMG tears in my eyes! LMAO!

[Uther3867]

ROFL

[kleomenes]

Daug meets one of his employers, Conjurer Vesche.

Daug'aonar: [Talk] *sniffs*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *moves to stand by Vesche*
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "You know Daug..."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] What.
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "I saw another giant the other cycle."
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "A male one."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] Giant?
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] *finishes his business, stepping aside.*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] Was it acting like it belonged here too?
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "Yes."
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "These Imaskari, as they seem to call themselves, I do not think they are from the Night Above."
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "They know our customs more. Not sure this one knows his place though." *Shrugs.*
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "Seemed to think himself important after some duties with the Conclave he had a progression or so ago."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] Many in Sshamath aren't knowing their place.
Daug'aonar: [Talk] He's a tool.
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *says the tool*
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "Oh, he most certainly is." *Smiles.*
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "A wizard of my school too, as it happens. And an agent of the Seventh Circle."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] Where the...
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *stops himself*
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "Cuolis Arsilmo, should you see that giant. Try to keep him alive."
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] *in a way, that suggests 'do not kill him'.*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] This is an order?
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "I said try."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] Roll Target: Daug'aonar
DMFI Dice Roll for: Wisdom Mod: -1 TOTAL: 4
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *a smirk in his eyes, he huffs*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] I will try
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "How much effort you put into it...." *Shrugs.* "He has not proven his worth yet."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *pats his axe*
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] *eyes Daug, squinting at him.*
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "...he is more useful alive."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] More useful ..
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *he snickers*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] Roll Target: Daug'aonar
DMFI Dice Roll for: Wisdom Mod: -1 TOTAL: 4
Daug'aonar: [Talk] What are his skills?
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "What do you think, if he is a member of the School of Conjuration?"
[10:07] [Colonic] Daug'aonar: [Talk] ...conjuring
[10:07] [Glowfire] Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "Leave him be for now but show him his place if needed.. That is what I meant."
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] *looks annoyed.*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] Roll Target: Daug'aonar
DMFI Dice Roll for: Wisdom Mod: -1 TOTAL: 3
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *he nods slowly* Leave him be for now
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "Indeed."
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] *sighs.*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] When is he most in need of protection?
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] *eyes Daug.*
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "....never you mind about all of this."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] ...what?
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "He is reaching above his station, put him in his place when needed but keep him alive. How the hells is that difficult to understand?"
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *looks left and right*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *steps forward, lowering his voice*
Daug'aonar: [Whisper] Just checking. You don't want me to kill him in his sleep?
Imyvor Vesche: [Whisper] "No."
Daug'aonar: [Whisper] ...okay.
Imyvor Vesche: [Whisper] "...are we clear?"
Daug'aonar: [Whisper] Yes.
Imyvor Vesche: [Whisper] "Excellent."
Daug'aonar: [Talk] *he nods*
Daug'aonar: [Talk] I will go
Daug'aonar: [Talk] Aluve
Imyvor Vesche: [Talk] "Aluve, Daug."

Daug scuttles off, embarrassed.

[ZestyDragon]

Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Cheryl took the lead.
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Cheryl.
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Lady Cheryl, now.

Nai'Kabael Dy'Thilen: [Talk] Aye.. but nai have a question
Nai'Kabael Dy'Thilen: [Talk] ?
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] *he looks to Nai*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Yes, Nai?
Nai'Kabael Dy'Thilen: [Talk] Cheryl no was lady before? Was her man?

[Hoihe]

Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Cheryl took the lead.
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Cheryl.
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Lady Cheryl, now.

Nai'Kabael Dy'Thilen: [Talk] Aye.. but nai have a question
Nai'Kabael Dy'Thilen: [Talk] ?
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] *he looks to Nai*
Ameris Santraeger: [Talk] Yes, Nai?
Nai'Kabael Dy'Thilen: [Talk] Cheryl no was lady before? Was her man?

Cheryl got the Hoihina treatment, yes, Nai!

[Stonebar]

Kasia Syndrelli: One time a party of adventurers and myself walked into a bar. The barkeep asked us why we kept weapons. We replied, "Mimics could be anywhere". The bartender laughed, we laughed, the table laughed, we killed the table. Good times.

[DM Lobo]

//Oooooooooh -- the dying cleric! I remember hosting that pimple haha good times You should have seen the disappointment in my face when you insta killed him spent 20 mins setting up that event!

[Hidennka]

Karn Bjarngrim: "Mag was telling me there's a titted snake, " He cups his chest with both hands. "nestled in the hills. Hoarding treasure like a dragon."
Mara Stormwind: A hand is lifted to the passing Emigro as she looks to Karn. "Eh? Titted snakes?"
Mara Stormwind: "Mhm.... treasure..." Her arms folded with a thoughtful nod. "Ye plannin' on pokin' around?"
Karn Bjarngrim: "A snake. With tits." He repeats, flatly.
Karn Bjarngrim: "I could use a new pair of boots, these are worn down."
Karn Bjarngrim: "Snakeskin's good for that."
Mara Stormwind: "Righ', righ'." The half-elf glanced down to his boots.
Mara Stormwind: "Why does a snake need tits?" she questioned. "Do they e'en have milk?"
Karn Bjarngrim: He offers a helpless shrug. "Hells if I know. You're coming with ?"
Mara Stormwind: "Yeh, arrite." she shrugged. "Ain't got nothin' better ta do. Need ta see these titty snakes, make sure ye ain't full of sheit."
Emigro Alciante: Titty snakes? *he only heard part of the conversation clearly*
Mara Stormwind: "Snakes. With tits." she echoed Karn with a nod.
Emigro Alciante: That doesnt even make sense
Mara Stormwind: "That's what I said!"
Karn Bjarngrim: "Because lizards with tits make all the sense in the world."
Emigro Alciante: *he really thinks hard on it and shrugs*
Karn Bjarngrim: "Well southling ? Do you have anything against killing snakes what talk ?"
Mara Stormwind: "At least tha titty wolves prob'bly use theirs." she muttered.
Emigro Alciante: That doesnt make sense either. *he shrugs* Well
Emigro Alciante: Im a healer, im not much of a fighter anyway. But if you want my help i can offer it to you.
Karn Bjarngrim: "No prey no pay, southling. If you don't get your hands dirty, don't expect a cut."
Mara Stormwind: "Ye were punchin' things fine in Durlalala's." she pointed out with a small shrug of her own. "Ta be fair, though, Karn just looks at things an' they keel over an' die."
Mara Stormwind: "...Bu' maybe that's jus' because they caught a whiff of 'im."
Karn Bjarngrim: He glowers at Mara.
Mara Stormwind: She sniffs, rubbing at her nose.

[kleomenes]

Crash and Burn

A group drinks in Gloura's wings, talking over recent news in the City of Dark Weavings. Daug'aonar is among them. He has had some good news, it has been a good cycle. Then, an unknown female enters the tavern, possessed of an unusual, yet noticeable, beauty. Daug certainly notices it.

Daug'aonar: *gaze follows the new arrival*

Imyvor Vesche: *Glances at the female behind him.*

Daug'aonar: *squints over at Sil'lith, something vexing him*

Imyvor Vesche: "You should try your luck, Daug." *Says a few quiet words to Daug, with a small smile playing across his lips.*

Ulla Treeghost: *she smirked at whatever was said*

Daug'aonar: *glances to Imyvor. His eyes narrow at the conjurer*

Imyvor Vesche: "She is nice on the eyes." *he whispers again*

Daug'aonar: *he orders a mushroom wine, and murmurs back* "Theres only one thing I want from her."

"Her anger."

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: She motions to a waitress for some wine as she slips into her seat and slides out a book

Daug'aonar: *Daug approaches the female, and the glass of mushroom wine is unceremoniously placed before her* "Drink."

Imyvor Vesche: *Smirks, glancing at Ulla before turning sideways to peer at Daug and Sil.*

Daug'aonar: *he sits without invitation, gripping his ale before him, grinning across at Sil'lith*

Daug'aonar: Roll Target: Sil'lilth To'ryllia
DMFI Dice Roll for: Charisma Mod: 0 TOTAL: 1

Daug'aonar: *it is NOT attractive. At all*

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: She looks to the drink then back to her book, cracking it open and looking to the book she says "Something I can help you with?"

Imyvor Vesche: *Hides a smile behind the drink, sipping from it.*

Daug'aonar: *the total disinterest she shows registers on the little drow's face.. His cheek twitches* "I have had a good cycle, jalil. I am feeling my pouch heavy with coin. It is good."

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "And you wish to donate to the faith? Very well. Leave it all on the table."

Daug'aonar: *again, his cheek twitches. He leans left and right, to look at either side of the female. He is looking for insignia* "Who are you with?" *Daug, from his accent, is clearly not highborn. At all*

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "A bit direct, are you?" She flips to another page of her book, never really making much eye contact... if any

Daug'aonar: "Jalils and faern's weave webs."

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "I am with me, if you must know."

Xavius: *orders some wine*

Imyvor Vesche: *Nods to Xavius.* "Vendui."

Xavius: *nods* "Vendui. How goes it?"

Imyvor Vesche: *Motions towards Daug and the female drow he speaks with. As if that answers Xavius' question.*

Daug'aonar: "Fine. Its known. Good." *he sniffs, and looks out over the bar, apparently disinterested himself now* "Dangerous to only be with yourself."

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "Never said I was alone." She tsks as she flips a page

Ulla Treeghost: *makes a gesture toward the gloura another drink was placed before her*

Daug'aonar: *eyes narrow, and he looks back towards Sil'lith. Staring. Something is vexing him*

Xavius: *glances around the bar, seeming to take note of all those present*

Imyvor Vesche: "Ah yes, Xavius... that work I said you could keep eyes on, is no longer necessary. It has been dealt with, already. If you do remember of what I speak of."

Xavius: *nods* "I turned nothing up, anyway."

Daug'aonar: "You are coming to a drinking place, a festhall, and reading. Why? You should read near all the other books." *he is clearly a scholar*

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "My business is my business and I have my reasons. Maybe I am meeting somebody, maybe I like the foul smell here, perhaps I am looking for lowly men to entertain me with their annoying little questions that seem to never end." She flips another page

Ulla Treeghost: *puts a hand on her temple like she is focusing*

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "Or maybe I was just thirsty and wanted to sit and read for a bit."

Daug'aonar: *his cheek twitches again, he moves to stand* "Jalils!"

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "So many possibilities." She cackles out a soft laugh as a cruel smile grows on her lips

Imyvor Vesche: *He takes a sharp inhale of breath at the verbal slap. Then a mouthful of wine.*

Daug'aonar: *he stops. Forces a smile, sitting again, slowly*

Xavius: *raises an eyebrow as Daug sits back down, apparently not expecting it*

Daug'aonar: "Jalil. I came over here to see your anger. Don't be flattered."

Ulla Treeghost: "I guess you should try harder."

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "Anger? Oh, thats cute. You think you are important enough to see that."

Daug'aonar: *an annoyed huff. He then turns as Ulla speaks, squinting over. An audience?*

Imyvor Vesche: *He moves over to the table.*

Xavius: *sips wine, now apprently interested in the verbal exchange*

Daug'aonar: *he grimaces, masks it, and looks back to Sil'lith*

Imyvor Vesche: *Sits down next to the female.* "Vendui, Jabbress."

Daug'aonar: *eyes narrow at Imyvor as he sits. He is suspicious*

Sil'lilth To'ryllia: "About time you got here." Greets Imyvor

And so was Daug'aonar defeated by the wordplay of an epic adversary!

///Many thanks to weregoat for coming up with some awesome putdowns with Sil'lith!

[Glowfire]

Charnag Mealthra - Training Session Two

Location: Sshamath's Sewers.

Ahead at the end of the short hallway is a Kobold, cowering in terror on the ground. The path leading up to him is at a sharp 45 degree angle. Water currently runs down the passage.

Seriso inspects the area leading up to the Kobold.

There are no traps, just a steep climb

Seriso is careful moving up the passage, he holds the wall.

The climb is exceptionally tough, but Seriso manages to use the stones as leverage to boost him along.

Seriso is moving up the passage, he approaches the Kobold. He begins to cast a spell, unleashing it ontop the Kobold.

As Seriso begins casting a spell, the Kobold quickly reaches behind him and yanks down on a rope. A large boulder, twice the height of a Drow falls from the ceiling and begins to quickly roll down the steep hill.

Several nearby who see what happen step aside from the path. Seriso attempts to climb along the wall to avoid the boulder.

Seriso barely manages to scale the wall and jump over the oncoming boulder.

Xeyn, in full armor, holds his tower shield up ready to block the boulder.

As this is a boulder that is twice Xeyn's size, rolling at quite a significant speed, Xeyn take the rock to the shield, falling straight on his ass in the process as it continues on its way to the corner.

Brokk tries to dive toward the corner of the stairs and the platform for cover.

Daug winces at the sounds coming from the tunnel. As Imyvor rounds the corner as disaster is evident, Daug squints at Imyvor's movement, and moves likewise. Durafein and Kiplin are clever enough to follow along.

The rock smashes off the ceiling then slams into the back wall. K'yon and Brokk get smashed along the way. The boulder breaks into many pieces, now showering the group.

Daug winces at the sounds as Kiplin grimaces and stammers, "T-t-that so-sounded... e-erhm... p-painful. i-if they were u-under.... t-the whatever."

Brokk tries to brace a shoulder, and is spun around by the force of the boulder. He lands in the corner and then lies, groaning, in a heap under the rubble.

Xeyn is lying on the ground too, slowly trying to get up. Still alive after being run over by the boulder.

Daug says what everyone already knew, "That was a real boulder."
Durafein confirms, "Yes, yes it was."


Lesson learned: Step away from the path of rolling boulders.

[flyingchair]

[Glowfire]

Gloura will be Gloura

Imyvor Vesche: "Who is this female?"
Galawyn: She's a member of Bregan, you'll get to meet her eventually - real friendly.
Imyvor Vesche: "Is she a Moon Dancer too?"
Galawyn: uhm... didn't ask. I don't really pop that question on people..
Imyvor Vesche: "Gloura."
Galawyn: what? ...
Imyvor Vesche: "How often do you describe a drow as 'friendly'?"
Galawyn: uuhh...
Imyvor Vesche: "What drow is not only friendly, but really friendly."
Arundae Dyraalis: "He makes a good point."
Galawyn: I describe lots of people as friendly
Imyvor Vesche: "Like who?" *Waits for a list.*
Galawyn: Daug is friendly... you're friendly..
Imyvor Vesche: *He laughs.*
Galawyn: Arundae is friendly!
Imyvor Vesche: "She is stern and will cut you apart if you look at her the wrong way."
Galawyn: uh oh...
Imyvor Vesche: "You just think she is friendly because she has not asked us to kneel and lick her boots."
Arundae Dyraalis: *she raised her brow at that*
Galawyn: I'll make sure I save my flirting for all the jaluk then *grinned*

[Discussion of what Daug looks like under his armor.]

Arundae Dyraalis: "So this is how life at Bregan D'aerthe looks like."
Imyvor Vesche: "Sorry, Arundae. We should have been better at creating a wonderful image of wealth, gore and power."


Welcome to the UD comedy club?

[Lockonnow]

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