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agidius: 	Whoo
agidius: 	PC's grabbin' fod
agidius: 	*food, whatever
Mary: (( Skype's also up, unless you're in it and invisible ))
tirkaroKujo: 	mdmdmdmdnddm
Mary: (( aw lawd you're invisible in here too aren't you ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Everyone is
Ciel: (( Invisibleeeeeeeeeeee ))
Ciel: (( Will geton Skype eventually ))
Mary: (( eeeam ))
Mary: (( guess we don't actually need PC right now. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Indeed we do not
tirkaroKujo: 	As Ivan is fucking around as usual
tirkaroKujo: 	Aaaaand MT is still cleaning a church
tirkaroKujo: 	aaaand agi is...buying stuff
	Mary: 	Okay, got potions now. Use bottles for water once done...
Ciel: (( This church is very dirty :( ))
Ciel: (( Also, srsly, let him touch your tits and get that shit for free (D) ))
	Mary: 	What else there to buy? *walks around aimlessly looking for general store*
Mary: (( Man I was raised by a monk (D) ))
Mary: (( but yeah, I'll be trying that eventually ))
Mary: (( maybe here, iunno ))
Thrice: (( I'm back ))
Mary: (( Franciz: "Perhaps you could try sneaking in and about Thulsa's bases. Surely a few items must be stored somewhere. I doubt they truly know what they stole." Ivan: That sounds like a great idea! Where are the bases, though? ))
Thrice: (( I know ))
Mary: (( just so you have that ))
Thrice: (( So yeah ))
tirkaroKujo: 	There is in fact a general store all the way up north.
	Mary: 	*over here I guess?*
Ciel: (( And last session I...asked something about the big automaton but never got answer :( ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It appears to be manned by a sole working man, still gathering things on the ground, mainly a mess of planks, broken glass, and wrecked items.
Mary: (( Ciel: Confused...? Perhaps it is as uncertain about its origins as I. Devout Tyrus: "Hence why I asked for a relation. Sadly, I am but still shrouded in mystery on the bizarre contraption." ))
Mary: (( all I've got ))
Ciel: (( Oh, I must've missed that then ))
	Sero: 	"Ah, I'm dearly sorry, but we're closed for today. We got hit pretty hard here, as should be obvious."
	Mary: 	Ah. Understand.
	Mary: 	*excuses self*
	Ciel: 	*scans surroundings to see how messed up the place is still*
Ivan: (( >scan ))
Ivan: (( turns out, the church is evil ))
Ivan: (( wat do ))
Ciel: (( Not literally scan (D) ))
Mary: (( scan with EYE LASERS/ ))
Ciel: (( HE SAID HE'D TELL ME STUFF WHEN IT WAS CLEAN (CRYING#) ))
	Mary: 	Well... guess I go eat, then. Others be there soon enough.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's gotten a good deal tidier since you've started helping the Devout and his volunteers refurbish the church. There's still minor debris lying about, but it's nothing that can't be cleaned within a couple more minutes.
	Mary: 	*resumes aimless wandering, ending up at the tavern/restaurant thing in « 3d5 = 9 » minutes*
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Oh my. I'm quite surprised just how efficient everyone was today. Consider me and Justice grateful."
	Ciel: 	It is my duty to serve the house of Justice, Father. I consider it an honor.
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Grand, just grand. Now, I did promise you a reward, did I not?"
	Ciel: 	The only reward I request is any information you may be willing to part with, Father.
tirkaroKujo: 	Also, pretty sure he said he had no idea where the bases were PC (lolwut)
Ivan: (( he did? ))
Mary: (( just say it again so Ivan has something to reply to ))
Mary: (( Devout Tyrus: "Hence why I asked for a relation. Sadly, I am but still shrouded in mystery on the bizarre contraption." ))
Ivan: (( wrong thing ago ))
Mary: (( that is not what I meant to post (D) ))
Mary: (( Franciz: "Sorry! Not a single idea within my head!" ))
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Hmm, information? Remind me, do you remember anything before your...transformation? That is, assuming you weren't like this your entire life."
	Ivan: 	Expected, I suppose... No magic to track them, I assume?
	Ciel: 	I...do not. I am unaware of who I was or why this happened even. The earliest I remember is my time with the Church of Justice.
	Franciz: 	"If there is, I certainly have not discovered it!"
	Mary: 	*so yeah, I'm just going to order some food here and wait for the others to show up*
	Ivan: 	Damn...well, thanks anyways! You remember what the guys looked like, at least?
	Mary: 	*I'll wait 15 minutes before getting bored and trying to find something else to do*
	Devout Tyrus: 	"....hmm. Oh my. This only confirms something I've heard passed down by word-of-mouth long ago."
Ciel: (( >Read that as getting boned ))
Mary: (( that too, probably ))
Ciel: (( Multi-level pun there. ))
Mary: (( also, MT, totes unrelated to anything we're doing right NOW ))
	Ivan: 	I could maybe sketch a portrait if you could describe him...
Ciel: (( ? ))
Mary: (( but if you can't get to an enemy with your 20 foot movement and don't feel like doing two move actions ))
Ivan: (( we already told him ))
Ciel: (( They told me ))
Mary: (( you can use a standard action to increase your AC by fo- m ))
	Devout Tyrus: 	"This is quite secret, so don't let this leak to anyone..." The devout goes into a room near the back of the cathedral, going through a compartment, and unlocking a chest containing a few papers."
tirkaroKujo: 	Man, fuck is that last quote doing there
Mary: (( { ))
	Ciel: 	*watches from a distance* ?
	Devout Tyrus: 	The man hands over the paper to Ciel after checking his surroundings. "Here. If you can't figure it out, this is a veeeery secret map belonging to Father Anselme."
Mary: (( from FIVE HUNDRED FEET AWAY ))
	Ciel: 	A map...? *looks at map*
	Devout Tyrus: 	"It contains a route to a compartment he wished to keep secret until his far passing...and...something else that even he couldn't unseal his lips about."
tirkaroKujo: 	Unwrapping the map, it appears to be a wrinkled treasure chart that leads to a secret area in a hill.
tirkaroKujo: 	The area is about a few miles south of Flewich
	Ciel: 	This area seems to be a few miles south of Flewich.
	Franciz: 	"HAHA! What Thulsa looks like? Well certainly! He wears some of the gaudiest crimson and gold armor I've ever seen! And his helmet a horned monstrosity that shrouds his visage in shadow!"
	Franciz: 	"His riders tend to follow suit, but with much less flashy armor choices."
Ivan: (( >horned ))
Ivan: (( is he gonna make cow puns ))
tirkaroKujo: 	>Giving the DM ideas
Ivan: (( m ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Probably not though
	Ivan: 	Should be easy to spot, I guess! Really, you'd think he'd try to keep a low profile...
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Indeed it is. Most wouldn't bother to notice it, but it's an area that should contain many valuable answers to one such as you."
	Ivan: 	But uh, alright, I'll keep a lookout for the guy. And maybe even get those items back, if for whatever reason he hasn't sold them by then!
	Ciel: 	I am very greatful, Father. This will be very helpful in my search. *bows*
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Thou art welcome anytime, child. Just stay safe in your travels. May Justice's light shine down upon thee."
	Ciel: 	If you do not need any further assistance then I will take my leave and allow you to rest. My allies are probably waiting for me. May Justice's light shine down upon thee as well.
	Ciel: 	*leaves*
	Ivan: 	Didn't Mary say they had swords...
	Tab: 	"Seriously! Tower! I swear I saw it before!"
	Tab: 	"You believe me, right?"
	Ivan: 	Hey, Carlo! I heard you had some swords in today! Can I have a look at em?
	Ciel: 	...I do not comprehend.
	Ivan: 	Or some bows, if you've got any better than what I have...
	Carlo: 	"Skwark!" The lizardman yells while banging on the anvil. "The usual, really! Axes, Scythes, Longswords, shortswords...."
	Carlo: 	"Oh! Bows you say? Sadly, naught for today, but I still have plenty of arrows 'n' bolts."
	Ivan: 	Naw, don't need any of them! Got enough on me already... Longsword oughta do fine, though!
	Tab: 	"I swear! There's a tower in the field on the path to the Sal Kingdom! But when I came back to it, it vanished! It vanished!"
	Ciel: 	That is illogical. Towers do not disappear.
	Tab: 	"I can never sleep well at night until I know just what was in that tower!"
	Tab: 	"Nuh-uh! This one totally did!"
	Ciel: 	Towers are constructed of solid matter. Solid matter cannot simpy vanish. Thus, it is illogical.
Mary: (( « 1d20 = 12 » *refreshes dice for inevitable bar fight* ))
	Tab: 	"WAAAAH! Why won't won't anyone belieeeeve meeeee!?"
Mary: (( « 1d20 = 17 » MT talked about my dice, it is probably now cursed ))
Mary: (( haha, naw ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The kid proceeds to run away, crying on his crusty, chewed sleeve.
Ciel: (( « 1d20 = 19 » ))
Mary: (( « 1d20 = 12 » ))
	Ivan: 	« 1d20 = 9 »
	Ciel: 	*watches Angelia*
	Carlo: 	"A longsword? Skrawk! Easy enough! Dass 20 GP fer ya!"
	Mary: 	*walks in as of five minutes ago, heads to counter* Hello. What you have for food here?
	Ivan: 	Well...that seems fair, I suppose!
tirkaroKujo: 	brb ror
	Ivan: 	It, uh, comes with a scabbard, right?
tirkaroKujo: 	The bar is a rather shambly place, but it seems to have recovered relatively well. Not too many people today, for obvious reasons, but it's holding together nonetheless.
	Morty: 	"Oh-a welcome tuh my bar, you....woooaaah, don't tell meh you're here to mug-a what's left, are you? PLEASE! I HAVE NOTHING ON ME! PLEASE!"
	Mary: 	No! No, not here to fight. Here to eat.
	Mary: 	Uh... sorry about bone.
	Angelia: 	The lady tries to concentrate on her surroundings while painting. "Hmm? Can I help you lady? Don't think I've seen you around here."
	Ciel: 	You seem very relaxed. You are enjoying your painting despite the current condition of the town.
	Jamie: 	The man in the hat turns around and throws a bemused look at the Bartender. "Oh, just ignore that old lug. He's been completely paranoid, even before the Thulsa attack."
	Morty: 	"Whuh? OH! So you're NOT here to mug me of the rest of-a my personal belongamings? Wait, how do I know to trust you?"
	Mikeal: 	"That's the same thing you told me, you fat fart!"
	Morty: 	"Oh, OKAY! Whattya want, lady?"
	Mary: 	My money spend good as anyone else's. Just need food. What you have?
	Carlo: 	"SWARK! OF COURSE IT HAS A SCABBARD! WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR? Skwark!"
	Morty: 	"Oh, the usual. Boiled oxen with dried cabbage, barley porridge, buckwheat buscuits with curd cheese, boiled mutton and leek..."
	Ivan: 	Hey, no offense meant! But thanks...hopefully I won't need to use it, but at least I got it!
	Carlo: 	"Skawrk! Ye can't not nev'r be too safe out there, not unusually!"
	Mary: 	Take... last. Mutton and leek. How much?
	Morty: 	"12 CP, comes with a tankard of mead as well!"
	Ivan: 	Uh, sure!
	Mary: 	Ha, could use that too. Take money. *gives money*
	Mary: 	*I guess there's a table between us here*
	Jamie: 	Waving his hand, the hatted man tried to draw attention to himself. "Heeey barbarian lady! Mind sittin' with us here? We don't bite too hard, heh heh!"
	Ivan: 	Hey there Ralf! What's...going on? Why're you sitting out here?
	Miller: 	"!? What are you doing Jamie?"
	Mary: 	*thought I already was sitting with them, guess that's retroactive now*
	Mary: 	*smiles* Sure, why not? *sits self on dowN*
	Jamie: 	"Oh come on! You don't just let someone that fine off the hook, now don't you?" He says to the boy to his opposite, before drawing his attenion back to the barbarian.
	Ralf: 	The old man rubs his eyes. "Eh whu? Ivan? Is that you? Where'd I done put mah glasses..."
	Ivan: 	In your house?
	Jamie: 	"Sooo, what brings a fine, upstanding woman like you all the way out here to our shabby little farming town?"
	Ralf: 	"Ah oh forget it...so, what's, eh how do you kids say it nowadays, going on? Heard you talkin' 'bout something about Parles or somethin'..."
	Mary: 	*om nom* Hear about orc problem from Parles, come to see if we could help. not know about Thulsa and his gang.
	Ivan: 	Yeah! I was just there...but I heard about orcs heading here..tried to stop em, but, well, sorry...
	Miller: 	"Yeah, it's been a real hard day for everyone involved. Someone should seriously do something about these awful men so we can rest peacefully at night."
	Mary: 	This been going on long?
	Ralf: 	"Eh? Oh right, them hooligans makin' all them nosies before. Real shame about that, eh."
	Ivan: 	Did they not attack you?
	Angelia: 	"Oh yeah, the town is certainly a mess, no doubt about that. Still, shouldn't let that stop me painting anytime soon. Everything must be recorded after all."
	Ivan: 	Seems they did a number on the whole town...
	Ciel: 	Everything must be recorded...may I see?
	Ralf: 	"Eh? Certainly didn't feel nothin'. House was awfully empty though, so I slept out here for a change."
	Angelia: 	"Sure, go ahead. It's a work in progress, keep that in mind."
	Ivan: 	Well that explains it..sort of...
tirkaroKujo: 	The painting is a rather colorful depiction of the town at hand, but is otherwise quite realistically rendered.
	Miller: 	"No, not really. Thulsa has been a rather recent thing, going back, oh...a few months ago."
	Miller: 	"Really, him striking here was inevitable."
	Ivan: 	You see anything suspicious...?
	Ciel: 	You are very talented. Are the colors really that vivid?
	Ralf: 	"Uh, the backs of my eyelids sure look suspicious at times...."
	Ralf: 	"Always bein' that same shade of black. Why don't they change color for once?"
	Ivan: 	...gonna take that as a no...
	Angelia: 	"Huh? Can't you see it for yourself?"
	Angelia: 	"But yes, I have seemed to overused the color spectrum a bit here..."
	Ivan: 	Well, I was just checking up on you, Ralf! Trying to make sure everyone's alright!
	Ciel: 	*ponders briefly* I prefer how your version looks.
	Mary: 	Hmm. Well... not sure how much we help with that right now. I fine, of course! *laughs* But other friends... maybe not so much. They need get better at fighting first. Then maybe we stand chance.
	Angelia: 	The woman clutches her cheeks and grins goofily "Awww, stop trying to flatter me."
tirkaroKujo: 	Then of course, the large man covered in armor slowly scoots over to you, iron tankard of beer in hand.
	Ciel: 	Flatter. Lavish insincere praise and compliments upon (someone), especially to further one's own interests. My praise is not insincere. I sincerely do mean it.
	Mikeal: 	"HEEEEEY lady! What brings a fiiiiine tribal woman like you to my humble area?"
	Ivan: 	Now then, guess I'll try and meet up with the girls!
	Mikeal: 	The man grins and flexes his muscles while downing a pint. "Yeah, it's been real hard, came all the way here from Jeneviere's Shrine."
	Ivan: 	...huh, they're not here?
	Mary: 	*smiles at Mikeal* Oh? Where that?
	Mikeal: 	Unsublty flexing some more, he continues on. "Yeah, just had to wrestle a few owlbears WITH THESE GUNS RIGHT HERE and cut through a swarm of Skeegals, y'know, the usual."
	Mary: 	*swigs mead* Owlbears? Bear with head of owl? What make them stronger than regular bear? Seem harder fight regular bear.
	Mikeal: 	"Jeneviere's Shrine, ya never heard of it? It's a fine place, full of fine peeps. Not quite the most desirable living spot, but it's fine enough for a molten piece of man-magma such as I." He flexes some more while kissing his biceps.
	Ivan: 	She still here?
	Ivan: 	Uhh...hello? Anyone there? Ciel?
	Jamie: 	The other two boys look onward, with a look somewhere inbetween cringe-worthy shame and morbid curiosity.
	Sypha: 	"Sorry, were you looking for a woman by that name? She left a while ago."
	Ivan: 	What?! Come on...Any idea where she went?
	Mikeal: 	"Aw naw. North Taleros is just CRAWLING with Owlbears. You aggro one, you aggro every one of 'em in a 100 foot radius."
	Mikeal: 	"Not like it's a problem for someone such as I, and suuurely a fine lady such as you."
	Mikeal: 	The man hands you a spare tank of beer. "It's on me, lady."
	Mary: 	*finishes own mead* Thank you, just finished.
	Mary: 	*accepts beer*
	Sypha: 	"Er...think she went up north of here? I believe that's the direction she went..."
	Ivan: 	Thanks... I think maybe we shoulda stuck together in the first place..
	Ivan: 	See you!
	Mikeal: 	Boasting his features some more, the man joins in with his own drink. "Say, the name is Mikeal, never got your name. You certainly look like someone from the outskirts of Red Hell."
	Angelia: 	Cradling her head some more, her face turns red as her goofy smile continues on. "Nooo, really, stop it! Haha!"
	Angelia: 	"Oh, but yes, I really need to finish this one building over here..."
	Mary: 	Mary. No, not from Red Hell, though get that a lot. Live near Ferdinand for long time.
Mary: (( crap. ))
Mary: (( was it Ferdinand. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	What is
Mary: (( the place ))
Mary: (( is there a place called Ferdinand ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Ferdinand is the kingdom near Parles
Mary: (( then yeah that. Emphasis on "near," not in. ))
	Ciel: 	Which? *glances up from painting*
	Ivan: 	So..north...that north north or west north...
	Mikeal: 	"Near Ferdinand? Well you certainly don't look it, that's for sure! Not to say that's a bad thing in any stretch." He says while glaring over your features with a smirk.
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Mary: (( roll Stealt- he ain't even stealthing it is he ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Why would he even
Mary: (( basically. ))
	Ivan: 	« 1d2 = 1 »
	Mary: 	Where you say you from, then? Here?
	Angelia: 	"It's the building and the surrounding scenery to the far left. Shouldn't be too hard."
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	Ivan: 	Well, there you are! ...and Mary isn't with you?
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	Mikeal: 	He suddenly snaps out of his eye-feasting and casually responds, "Jeneviere's Shrine? It's not near here, no. It's on the boundary between North Taleros and Greyshire."
	Ciel: 	Oh. Hello, Ivan. I was appreciating this lady's artwork. It is quite impressive.
	Ivan: 	Uhh..yeah, it is! Even if it's of a town...that we're in...
	Mikeal: 	"Pretty wonderful place, even if it's pretty rough. That Starchfeld, she's quite an angel."
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	Mary: 	« 1d20+5 = 3 + 5 = 8 » *non-canon, non-rage attack @ Plok*
	Mary: 	*naw*
	Mikeal: 	"CERTAINLY not as angelic as you though.That's for certain!" He speaks before burping loudly.
	Jamie: 	Jamie motions to you, as if mouthing "please, ignore this man, seriously, I mean it."
	Mary: 	« 1d20-1 = 7 - 1 = 6 » *Sense motive sure*
tirkaroKujo: 	You didn't get a word of that.
	Ciel: 	I would say it is more an expression of her own personality than a simple picture of the town.
	Mary: 	*finishes drink* You know, this not bad.
	Mary: 	@ Morty: How much these cost each? Could use another.
	Angelia: 	"Meh, Ivan was always such a critic."
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	Mikeal: 	"Hey! If you're gonna do that, let me pay for it! Seriously!"
	Ivan: 	Well...don't blame me! I paint too, you know...gotta have someone to compare to!
	Mary: 	Well, okay. One for you, too? See how much you can handle. This not like Owlbears.
	Ciel: 	Are you two allies as well?
	Mikeal: 	"Well you heard the lady, bring all the beer you can manage Morty!"
	Mikeal: 	"Pssh, like this'll be a problem for me."
	Morty: 	"Hu-wuh, seriously? Didn't you already....well, okay..." The bartender brings out 4 more frothy mugs of beer.
	Ivan: 	Uh, sorta...
	Mary: 	*pushes two towards Mikael*
	Mary: 	Let's see what you got.
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	Mikeal: 	The large man downs another cold one. "Oh you want me? You got me!"
Mary: (( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCYqk3-lUTY ))
Mary: (( here are some words you could have used ))
	Mary: 	*chug*
	Mary: 	*wipes off froth* This nothing. *grabs another*
	Ivan: 	But more importantly, where'd our third member go off to?
	Mikeal: 	"Ha! You drink well for a lady!" he yells as he reaches for another mug.
	Mary: 	*locks Mikeal's gaze, smirks* Drink well for anyone. *chug*
	Mikeal: 	He proceeds to chug that one down as well, and immediately collapses to the ground. "ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
	Jamie: 	"Yeah, he got a bit of a headstart there."
	Morty: 	"I-a warned him..."
	Mary: 	*grabs his half-finished drink, finishes it* Haha, not so mighty of man.
Ivan: (( I assume this is horrible ))
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	Jamie: 	"Well uh...guess we're left carrying him back to the Inn again. Just perfect."
	Mary: 	Put on his tab.
	Miller: 	"Ah come on, it'll be good for you. Heavens forbid you put in some extra work."
	Morty: 	"Already doin'-a that, as usual."
	Ciel: 	I do not know where Mary is. Perhaps she has gone to find some suitable clothing?
	Ivan: 	Gee, I hope not...
	Mary: 	Oh, it no problem. Can take him halfway. *hic*
	Ivan: 	There's no tailor in town anyways, though! Unless she's going for some sort of armor, I think she's out of luck.
	Ivan: 	Well, there's me, but I'm not very good...
	Mary: 	*drapes him over shoulder, addresses Jamie/Miller* It nice to meet you. Maybe again sometime.
	Jamie: 	"..really? You SURE you wanna do that? Well all right..."
Mary: (( so how much does he weigh, anyhow? ))
	Miller: 	"It's not a worry at all. We were just headed to the Inn anyway."
tirkaroKujo: 	Uh, let's go with 290
	Mary: 	Oh? Well, come with then.
	Mary: 	...this... *hic* actually somewhat heavy.
Mary: (( does he have anything obvious that I can remo- dear lord you're going to make me take his pants off, aren't you ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Well uh, he certainly has clothing on.
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tirkaroKujo: 	Guess he also has a weapon to his side.
	Unknown: 	Papeeeeeeer
Mary: (( « 25+1/4+8+1/2+5+3+1/2+10+1/2+6+2+1+1 = 25 + 1 / 4 + 8 + 1 / 2 + 5 + 3 + 1 / 2 + 10 + 1 / 2 + 6 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 62.75 » ))
Mary: (( does he have arm shackles or something I can remov- you know what, screw it. I'll take his pants off. ))
Mary: (( wait, no, boots would do it. ))
	Ciel: 	What do you plan to paint after this?
	Angelia: 	"Whatever I see, I paint. Even what I don't see."
	Mary: 	*drapes him onto the table, reaches for boots* Just a little less heavy.
	Angelia: 	"So that's a hard answer to come up with"
	Mary: 	*removes his boots*
	Ciel: 	You can paint what you do not see?
	Jamie: 	Jamie grabs his boots for him. "EEeeeeeecgh. Think I'm gonna hurl...."
	Mary: 	There, that should do i- *hoists* Oof. Still heavy, but manageable.
	Mary: 	Let's go.
	Angelia: 	"Well yes. Funny little thing called drawing from imagination. Much more difficult task than you'd expect."
	Ciel: 	Imagination. Definition not found.
	Ivan: 	Well all you got to do is imagine the thing...
	Mary: 	Oh hey, there others.
	Mary: 	Hello!
	Ciel: 	Oh. Hello, Mary.
	Ivan: 	Wha? Oh, there you are! Been look--...what the hell?
	Ciel: 	...what are you doing?
	Ivan: 	Is this...how you do it, then?
	Ciel: 	Have you captured a fiend?
	Ivan: 	I somehow feel relieved now...
	Mary: 	Oh, this? Haha, just man from bar. Challenge to drink, him lose. Badly.
	Mary: 	*nods head towards Miller/Jamie* Meet them too. Seem nice.
	Ivan: 	....that's even stranger...
	Ivan: 	Now I'm not sure if I WANT to have a drink-off or not!
	Jamie: 	"Uh, howdy. These friends of yours? Certainly not what I was expecting..."
	Ciel: 	Drinking is frowned upon by Justice..
	Miller: 	"Hey Ivan. See you're looking chipper as usual. Who's the lady behind you?"
	Mary: 	I say halfway, right?
	Mary: 	This close enough. Already someone here, too, knocked out.
	Ivan: 	That's Ciel! Sort of a...traveling companion, guess you could say!
	Ivan: 	As is she...
	Mary: 	*leans him against the statues*
	Ciel: 	My name is sister Ciel of the Church of Justice. It is a pleasure.
	Ivan: 	Watch it! I don't want that guy anywhere near me..
Mary: (( « 1d2 = 2 » 1 he slumps to left, 2 the right ))
Mary: (( damn ))
	Jamie: 	"Don't mind us. She was just helping us carry this lug from the bar back to the Inn."
	Ivan: 	...well, okay...
	Miller: 	"Church of Justice? Are you some sort of Paladin from Ferdinand or something? Ooff...."
	Ciel: 	That is exactly the case.
	Mary: 	Hopefully he not mad when he wake up! *laughs*
	Ivan: 	Well, it won't matter much if he is! What's he gonna do?
	Miller: 	"Huh. How strange, but I suppose not unexpected. I would suppose some backup would arrive after Thulsa stuck his unwanted face here."
	Ciel: 	No results found for "Thulsa." I am not familiar with any Thulsa.
	Mary: 	He bandit. Been attacking town for months, I hear.
	Ivan: 	Lots of towns!
tirkaroKujo: 	The men hurry up and carry Mikeal to the Inn before they throw out their backs.
Mary: (( so what time is it now? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The sun is clearly setting deeply, and the terrible night to have a curse appears minutes away.
	Mary: 	We go see this inn now?
	Ivan: 	But now that we're all finally reunited...
	Ivan: 	Er, what? I have a house, you know?
	Ivan: 	...not that it has beds, I guess...
	Mary: 	We just sleep out in middle of field, but still, now we in town, nice sleep in bed.
	Ciel: 	Sleep is irrelevant to me. Whatever is most comfortable for you two is what matters most.
	Ivan: 	Hahahaha! If only...
	Ivan: 	I guess we'll stay at the inn, then!
	Angelia: 	"You have fun with that. Hmm, seems it's gonna get dark now, better finish up this painting quick."
	Mary: 	...could have carried that man rest of way, now we going there. Oh well.
	Ciel: 	I would like to see it when it is finished. *turns to face Angelia*
	Ivan: 	Might wanna watch out for her, Ciel! Ah well, let's see how the Inn's going!
	Angelia: 	"Aaww, well thank you. You're a real breath of fresh air, that's for sure."
tirkaroKujo: 	The Inn appears to be stocked surprisingly well, even though everyone seems to be camping out on the floor.
	Ivan: 	How did they take all the beds in town?1
	Ivan: 	!
	Mary: 	...why they bother?
	Ivan: 	They're bandits, you can't really question WHY anymore...
tirkaroKujo: 	The Innkeeper shrugs and says, "It will forever be a mystery."
	Ivan: 	But you guys were.. you were here!
	Ivan: 	Did you not see them?
	Ciel: 	*sits down* Would it be acceptable if I sat here while you finished? My traveling companions require sleep, but I do not.
	Angelia: 	"Aaw, well...wait, you don't require sleep? Are you some kind of insomniac or something? Oh what the hey, guess you can watch for a bit."
	Angelia: 	"I'll probably be finishing up sometime soon."
	Ivan: 	Well, who cares, I guess...
	Ivan: 	How much for, uh, a spot for the night?
tirkaroKujo: 	"You know, the usual, 3 SP for a room." The innkeeper says.
	Mary: 	...well, we here already.
	Ivan: 	So, one room or two?
	Ciel: 	It is slightly more complex than that. *faint smile*
	Mary: 	No reason stay here anymore, since there no beds.
	Mary: 	There free breakfast?
	Ivan: 	Well, there's no beds in my house either...
tirkaroKujo: 	The innkeeper shrugs and says "Sure, why not"
	Mary: 	Okay.
	Mary: 	*turns to Ivan* Depend, you paying? *hic*
	Ivan: 	Well, sure!
	Mary: 	*shrug* Suppose it not hurt. One room fine.
	Ivan: 	Haha! You heard her, one room!
tirkaroKujo: 	"Sure, sure" he says as he takes your money.
tirkaroKujo: 	"Should be the room upstairs, apologies for the lack of furnishings as of late."
	Mary: 	*well, what furnishings ARE there*
tirkaroKujo: 	The room contains an empty room with a single mattress and a desk.
	Ivan: 	...so they...
	Mary: 	Well, this work. *sets up bedroll*
	Ivan: 	Disassembled the bed?
	Xzibit: 	>The room contains a room
	Ivan: 	Aw, well what's that for?
	Mary: 	*against the wall, you monstah*
	Mary: 	What, you sleep there, I sleep here. No problem that way.
	Ivan: 	Well...I guess there's no PROBLEM, no... But, well, seems a bit of a waste!
	Mary: 	You lose your blanket?
	Ivan: 	Well...no, why?
	Mary: 	Then not see waste. Blanket, blanket. Bed, bed.
	Angelia: 	The woman looks at you and smiles back. "However complex it may be, I gotta say, you're not bad lady. Maybe if I have the time and don't feel like sleeping anytime soon, I'll get around to painting a portrait of you. How does that sound?"
	Angelia: 	"You certainly are good at keeping still, that's for sure..."
	Ivan: 	Damn, really? Nothing a little more...fun?
	Ciel: 	A portrait of me..? I would enjoy that. Although the decreasing sunlight would most likely be an issue.
	Mary: 	You have game in backpack? Doppel fun, not so good at Siege.
	Angelia: 	"Oh don't worry about that. If it gets too dark, I could always take you to my place. I should have a few candles left over."
	Ivan: 	Uhhh...not really...I have paint, that's about it...
	Mary: 	Yes, I see you paint last night.
	Mary: 	What were you painting?
	Ivan: 	Yeah, I've always had a knack for it..
	Ciel: 	That would be logical.
	Ivan: 	Well, nothing important, really! Just the lake, mostly. Or, well, what I remembered of it! I didn't really have a lot of time to think before it got dark.
	Mary: 	You paint lake again tonight?
	Ivan: 	Probably not, no! I could paint anything, really. I could teach you how if you like, it's not relaly hard to just..paint. Being GOOD at it's a bit of a different story...
	Mary: 	Well... sure, not see why not.
	Angelia: 	"Teehee. And who knows. Maybe afterwards if there's any time left we could do a little...overtime?" Angelia says as she chuckles heartily to herself.
	Ivan: 	I probably should have bought some more paper...I've only got two clean sheets left...and the back of one, I guess!
	Mary: 	*shrug* We just make it count then.
	Ciel: 	I am unfamilar with the term "overtime."
	Ivan: 	Wish we could make a few other things count... But alas, painting will do...
	Angelia: 	"Heheh, it was a joke. You're awfully oblivious, aren't you?"
	Angelia: 	"Not that that's a bad thing. Pretty cute actually."
	Ciel: 	I apologize. Was my response naive?
	Mary: 	« 1d20-1 = 2 - 1 = 1 » *just gonna arbitrarily sense motive here*
	Mary: 	*mips*
	Mary: 	*nods, ready for instruction*
	Angelia: 	"Heh, maybe. Once again, not a bad thing. You appear to be one of those sheltered types, what do you call 'em? Either way, seems you still have a lot to learn about the outside world."
	Ciel: 	*nods* I would like that. There is much about this world I am not aware of.
tirkaroKujo: 	Well obv
	Ivan: 	Hmm..well, obviously with just parchment, we'll have to use small brushes, but I've got that covered.
	Mary: 	Should we go over to desk?
	Ivan: 	Huh? Sure, I guess!
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	Mary: 	« 1d20+5 = 20 + 5 = 25 » get out of here, Waldo
	Mary: 	« 1d10+6+1d10+6 = 6 + 6 + 1 + 6 = 19 »
	Angelia: 	"Well gee, not even sure where to start..."
	Mary: 	« 1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9 »
	Ivan: 	Normally I'd teach you about the colors, but we're sorta pressed for time...
	Mary: 	It also dark.
	Angelia: 	"*Sigh* Let's get an obvious one out of the way first. You seem mature enough. Have you ever, y'know, loved someone in your life?"
	Ciel: 	Love? I have loved all my sisters back at the Church. And I love the goddess Justice herself.
	Ivan: 	I guess if we had some light...
	Ivan: 	It wouldn't really matter woudl it?
	Mary: 	Still have torch, but... not seem like good idea.
	Ivan: 	Yeah...no...
	Angelia: 	"Hehe, well certainly. But have you ever...y'know, -loved- someone? Like, wanting to spend your whole life together, living in holy matrimony, all that stuff?"
	Ivan: 	Uh, hold on a second, I might have a candle in my backpack...
	Mary: 	Okay.
	Ciel: 	I cannot say that I have.
	Ivan: 	*just gets out chalk* Uh... Now I just need to, uh, "Light" it...
	Angelia: 	"Oh. Well isn't that quite a shame? Haven't you, y'know....tried to hook up with someone? Even for a short date?" She says as she appears to have finsihed the final corner of her painting.
	Ciel: 	"Hook up?" I am not familar with that terminology either.
	Ivan: 	*Turns around* Uh, alright, that'll do...
	Mary: 	*shields eyes* Oof, that bright candle.
	Ivan: 	Er...yeah..
	Ivan: 	It's a supercandle..
	Ivan: 	I bought it from Franciz...
	Angelia: 	"Hah, yeah...it means to...how do I explain it, basically just obtaining a lover. Varying degrees of dedication of course, but that's the basic meaning."
	Angelia: 	"Say, I've finished this silly little painting. Shall we continue this at my house?"
	Ciel: 	That sounds like a good course of action.
	Ivan: 	« 1d20+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 »
Ivan: (( mmmmmmmmm ))
	Ivan: 	« 13 = 13 »
	Mary: 	« 1d20-1 = 18 - 1 = 17 » *yeaaaah sense that motive*
tirkaroKujo: 	And maaan I have no moar houses left (cry)
tirkaroKujo: 	So let's just pretend there's a house because literal mapping is cancer
tirkaroKujo: 	Sure, why not
	Angelia: 	"Ralf, why are you still here?"
	Ralf: 	"ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
	Angelia: 	"Well, whatever...right this way."
	Ciel: 	*follows*
	Mary: 	...super... candle? (un)
	Ivan: 	Uhh...y-yeah?
	Mary: 	That not even have flame.
	Ivan: 	...
	Ivan: 	That...he ripped me off...?
	Mary: 	No, not rip you off... it WORK.
	Ivan: 	But it's...uh...
	Ivan: 	There's no fire?
	Mary: 	*takes the chalk*
	Angelia: 	"Just stand still for a while. This shouldn't take long at all." Angelia says as she readies her canvas yet again.
	Ciel: 	I can most certainly do that.
	Mary: 	*holds close to face, turns it around, studies it etc.*
	Mary: 	(un) What this really? Not candle.
	Ivan: 	A supercandle....
	Mary: 	That... no.
	Ivan: 	It's...it's chalk, okay? I've, uh, invented glowing chalk!
	Ivan: 	Didn't want anyone to find out about it!
	Angelia: 	"Aah okay...wow, you certainly are good at this." Angelia throws a warm glare as she studies and jots down the gesture for Ciel's body.
	Ivan: 	« 1d20+2+5+5 = 13 + 2 + 5 + 5 = 25 »
	Mary: 	« 1d20-1 = 2 - 1 = 1 »
	Mary: 	Oh... that strange, but why you not just say that before?
	Ivan: 	Well..it's kind of a new thing...you have to relight it every so often, you know? It's not ready for the market yet!
	Mary: 	You sell idea to magic shop! They pay good money, maybe.
	Mary: 	How you make it?
	Ivan: 	Uhhh....
	I don't know WHAT the fuck is going on: 	@Mary & Ivan
	Ivan: 	Well, you need...uh...chalk, for starters..
	Ivan: 	And glowy stuff.
	Mary: 	Like, from fireflies?
	Ivan: 	...sure? And, uh...from light. Yep, light itself.
	Mary: 	Strange how that work.
	Angelia: 	"Huh. Okay, getting this done far quicker than I thought." She says as she quickly brushes the canvas.
	Ivan: 	Yep.
	Ivan: 	But...how bout that painting?
	Mary: 	Right, painting.
	Mary: 	So... hold brush like this?
tirkaroKujo: 	http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1410290
tirkaroKujo: 	AND THIS IS WHAT SHE PAINTED
	Mary: 	« 1d20-1 = 6 - 1 = 5 »
	Ivan: 	Uhh...no...that';s upside down...
	Ivan: 	The brush part needs to touch the paper, see? Like this...
	Mary: 	*blinks* Oh. *flips around*
	Ivan: 	Now, just...well, what do you want to paint?
	Mary: 	Hmm. Want guide, something to see...
	Mary: 	Paint your hat.
	Ivan: 	...er, alright!
	Ivan: 	I could model for you! Hahahaha!
	Mary: 	How you help when modeling?
	Angelia: 	"So hah, I won't cut corners here. I can tell you I've been in a relationship once. Didn't really work out..." Angelia says as she puts the finishing touches on the portrait.
	Ivan: 	Uhh..inspiration?
	Ivan: 	I mean I could just...hold my hat up?
	Angelia: 	"Which is a crying shame, really. Was such a great person, and we got along really well."
	Mary: 	(crs) Set on desk. Think it get frumpy when held.
	Angelia: 	"But no, for the sake of everyone involved, I guess it was better that we just remained...friends."
	Ivan: 	...frumpy? Well, okay, I guess.
	Ciel: 	I am sorry for your loss. But at least you have remained friends. Friendship is very important.
	Ivan: 	At least you know you have to look at it, I guess! Be a little worried if you didn't...
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	Mary: 	Okay... how start?
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	Ivan: 	Well, you try to emulate what you see on the paper, with paint. You can use any color, really, but green would probably be the best here.
	Angelia: 	"Yeah, you could say that...still, I've always wanted a bit more. I mean seriously, I'm old enough, where's the love for me? Guess it can't be helped."
Mary: (( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeMdO9TkxNY ))
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	Mary: 	Yes, of course green.
	Ivan: 	Just draw the basic shape first! Filling it in's the easy part.
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	Angelia: 	Angelia gets a few more strokes in before looking satisfied with the result. "Hah! Only took a few hours!"
	Mary: 	« 1d20-1+2 = 5 - 1 + 2 = 6 »
	Ivan: 	...uh...good for a start...?
	Ciel: 	Hours? Has it really been that long?
	Mary: 	*incredibly pleased with self*
	Mary: 	(cool)
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	Angelia: 	"Time does fly...." She turns the canvas around to show you the end result. It's a quite colorfully depicted portrait of Ciel in a semi-stylized yet quite realistic style. Emphasis is given on her smooth features.
	Ivan: 	Yeah, that was a great job! Just keep doing that with, well, whatever you see! You'll have it down soon enough!
	Angelia: 	"Woah, thinking about it, that sure took quite a bit outta me..."
	Mary: 	Ha, painting fun! See why you like.
	Ivan: 	Yep! Learned it from some books Mirjana gave me.. Always liked it. I'm still not that great, though.
	Ciel: 	It is wonderful! *clasps hands together and smiles faintly* You are truly talented at this. I am impressed.
	Mary: 	I can see?
	Ivan: 	Uh, sure, I guess! Not much to paint around here, though...
Mary: (( are there any windows in here ))
	Lunge Fish: 	Seriously faggots. Someone take their goddamn pants off : |
	Ivan: 	Well, I could paint you, of course! Hahaha!
	Angelia: 	"Aaww..." She clutches her face as she turns red yet again. "I certainly am glad you appreciate it! Not many other people out there who can appreciate my works such as you."
	Ciel: 	I cannot understand why. I think you are an excellent artist.
	Mary: 	Well... that true.
	Mary: 	*considers*
	Angelia: 	"Hah. Gotta say, you have to be the first one around here to talk of me so highly." she says as she puts the finished result away to dry.
	Mary: 	*looks at "super candle"* There still enough light?
	Ivan: 	*taps it* I dunno.. seems like there's enough "Light", yeah...
	Angelia: 	"In fact...I feel the need to reward you for being so nice..."
	Mary: 	Oh! That do it just fine.
	Mary: 	I try next time it run out?
	Ivan: 	Uhh...you can, sure! Not sure if it'd work that well, though...it's tougher to get a hang of than painting, that's for sure!
	Mary: 	So... I just sit here then?
	Ciel: 	Reward? I do not need any sort of reward. Company is reward enough.
	Angelia: 	"Oh, don't worry. It's not what you'd call a material reward, no..."
tirkaroKujo: 	Sure, there's 3 chairs
	Ivan: 	Well, you can sit if you want!
	Ivan: 	Or you could stand and pose!
	Angelia: 	"In fact, I don't think I've taught you what 'overtime' meant before. Would you like to find out?"
	Mary: 	*does menacing battle pose* Like this? :@
	Ivan: 	Uhh...well, if that's what you want, sure! If you want something a bit...softer, that'd be fine, too!
	Ralf: 	(HAW HAW JOKES ON THEM I'VE BEEN AWAKE ALL THIS TIME)
	Ralf: 	(DIS GON B GUD)
	Mary: 	*reverts to casual stance* What you suggest?
	Ciel: 	I am still unaware of what the term means. But I would enjoy learning more about terminology used around this area. *smiles*
	Ivan: 	Hmm...well, if I'm going to paint a woman, it should be in a womanly pose, of course!
	Angelia: 	"Certainly. It's sort of like...this."
	Angelia: 	Angelia, in a total flash, carresses Ciel's artificial body and locks lips with her.
	Mary: 	Like how?
	Ciel: 	*eyes dart around, panicked look*
tirkaroKujo: 	Theme of this session
tirkaroKujo: 	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6LS5W5tA0M
	Angelia: 	"Shh..." she sounds out as she continues to passionately kiss her, motioning towards the mattress in the corner.
	Ciel: 	*pulls away* I-...I am very sorry, but I cannot do this...! My oath of chaste, I cannot...I can't, I am not allowed...this is not acceptable to the church...
	Ivan: 	Well, just...try some out, I'll tell you when!
	Angelia: 	"Wh-what?" Angelia tries to pull closer to Ciel. "So, your precious church prevents you from loving someone else? Is that what you're saying?!"
	Mary: 	Alright.
	Mary: 	*leans over seductively* Like this?
	Mary: 	*well fine, does several shitty poses before this* (D)
	Angelia: 	"D-don't you get it?! I want you Ciel! I really do!"
	Ciel: 	*shakes* I-...I made a vow, an oath that said I could not do these things. A promise to her holiness, Justice...
	Ivan: 	There! That one's perfect!
	Lunge Fish: 	This shit's finally getting somewhere.
	Mary: 	So... I stand like this then.
	Ivan: 	Yep, that's great!
	Mary: 	...
	Mary: 	you start painting if you like.
	Ivan: 	Well, uh...yeah! Of course!
	Ivan: 	« 1d20+6+8 = 17 + 6 + 8 = 31 »
	Angelia: 	Angelia begins to slowly sob to herself, trying to collect herself. "F-fine. I understand how it is. I'm sorry."
	Ciel: 	I...I am sorry, Angelia. I did not mean to hurt you...*stands awkwardly* I did not know you felt that way...
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	Ivan: 	« 1d120 = 33 »
	Angelia: 	"It's okay...." she mutters as she holds in her tears. "I'm sorry for forcing you into that. Really, it was uncalled for..."
	Mary: 	*calmly waits while Ivan paints for 33 freaking minutes*
	Ivan: 	*33 minutes later* There! All done! Sorry to make you wait, but that was actually pretty fast!
	Angelia: 	"I just wish it could have worked out....even if you don't return my feelings, I just want you to know that you're one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of meeting in this run-down town."
	Mary: 	*loosens stiff muscles* Aaagh, that long time. Muscles sore from holding still.
	Mary: 	Painting good?
	Ivan: 	Well, you be the judge!
	Angelia: 	"Really, I feel terrible for what I did...I can only hope you'll forgive me."
	Mary: 	*comes over to look at it*
	Mary: 	...I really look like that?
tirkaroKujo: 	GTFO 4RRIES
	Ciel: 	I still very much like your artwork...and I still think you are a wonderful artist. And you are a very kind and caring person...I did not mean to hurt you...*bows head in shame*
	Ivan: 	Well, yeah!
	Ivan: 	At least, that's how the painting came out...
	Lunge Fish: 	Stick it iiiiiiiiiiin.
	Mary: 	It good painting.
	Mary: 	Very good.
	Ivan: 	I think it's probably my best work so far! You were a really good model!
	Mary: 	...thank you.
	Ivan: 	Haha! Credit given where it's due!
	Mary: 	Your teacher be proud.
	Angelia: 	"Thanks....good to see we could settle this easily. I...suppose you have no other reason to stay here though..."
	Ciel: 	*frowns* I will leave then. I apologize once more...
	2f9i: 	Did they fuck yet
	Ivan: 	Yeah, maybe she would be!
	Angelia: 	"Once again, thank you. Feel free to visit me anytime..."
	Ivan: 	Maybe for a reason other than the painting, though...
	Mary: 	Well... it late. Think I sleep now.
	Ciel: 	*nods, smiles faintly, leaves*
	Mary: 	*yes, I'm going back to my own bedroll*
	Mary: 	*the painting wasn't THAT good*
	Ivan: 	Ha...well, maybe some other time...
	Mary: 	...*remembers to take skull off tonight*
	Ivan: 	Well, g'night!
	Mary: 	Good night, Ivan.
	Mary: 	*ZZZ*
tirkaroKujo: 	Well, really
tirkaroKujo: 	Atonment is used almost entirely by NPC clerics/priests
	Ivan: 	Well...struck out on that one... Aw well...
	Sypha: 	"Hmm? Well hello there! What are you doing out here so late?"
	Ciel: 	*stares at ground* I believe that I may need to speak to the father about something...
	Sypha: 	"Oh. Well certainly. He's always on duty as of late..."
	Devout Tyrus: 	The devout is reading a book in the corner. "Hmm? Well who could this be?"
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Well, if it isn't Ciel herself! Back so soon I see?"
	Ciel: 	Hello, Father...
tirkaroKujo: 	Well, to be specific
tirkaroKujo: 	To be a Paladin, you just have to be Lawful Good
tirkaroKujo: 	http://www.pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Lawful_good
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Hmm, do I hear a twinge of doubt in your words?"
	Ciel: 	*looks down*..
	Ciel: 	Father, can you explain the Oath of Chaste please...I would like to know about it.
	Devout Tyrus: 	"The Oath of Chastity? Well that certainly is a daunting oath to take. Justice's Tome of Revelation states that the Oath of Chastity is, and to quote, 'proves her purity by way of her action and her abstinence from romantic activities.'"
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Not only does this pertain to obvious sexual intercourse, but also rejecting the thought that a mere single person could hold importance over the danger facing the world as a whole."
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Still, color me pleasantly surprised one such as you could brave a vow such as Chastity....or not. I would suppose that of a construct is far more self-controlled than a typically flawed human, be they demi or not."
	Ciel: 	I had made the vow but I fear that it may have been broken...
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Oh my. Well that is quite a predicament. I can understand if you wouldn't want to go over it, but sadly, I must hear of the circumstances first before diagnosing."
	Ciel: 	...I met a girl here, she was painting a beautiful picture of the town. We were talking while I waited for my traveling companions. She was finishing up her painting as it got dark and invited me back to her place of living so that she could paint a picture of myself. She then mentioned something about "overtime" which I still do not comprehend and then pressed her lips to mine whilst caressing my armor... I told her I could not participate in that because of my vow to her holiness...
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Ah. You had me worried for a second there. Sadly, things like these cannot be helped. There are always many poor, depraved creatures out there who try to find meaning through the violation of other's rights. To break an Oath is to give into temptation. When in doubt, ask yourself...'did you give in to the taboo?' As you clearly did not, my forgiveness is thankfully unessecary."
tirkaroKujo: 	most likely
	Forz: 	Why is the snake lady over there
	Ciel: 	*nods* Thank you father...I was afraid that I had risked Justice's glory there...but I was also afraid that I had hurt the girl's feelings...she did not know and she seemed to genuinely care...
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Hurt her feelings? Preposterous. As long as she learns to understand your dedication to Justice's cause, all will be well."
	Ciel: 	I sincerely hope so, Father. She is very kind person...
	Devout Tyrus: 	"From what you have told, she appears to be of a questionable disposition...but I am not one to judge."
	Devout Tyrus: 	"After all, it is only human to commit a sin. Hahahahahaha....."
	Ciel: 	Only human...
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Don't think that makes you without sin of course. We still do not know of the nature of your creation..."
tirkaroKujo: 	What art style
	Ciel: 	...my creation could be a sin...?
tirkaroKujo: 	Sypha?
tirkaroKujo: 	Pretty sure she's a Tsukihime character
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Haha...you never know."
	Ciel: 	...*shifts uneasily* I see...
	Devout Tyrus: 	"Stay safe out there, Ciel. And may Justice's light shine down upon you, wherever you go."
	Forz: 	« 1d20 = 1 » How many sessions till Ivan dies
	Forz: 	Wel
	Forz: 	p
	Ciel: 	Thank you for your time...Father.
	Mary: 	« 1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7 »
	Mary: 	*mips*
	Forz: 	Welp
	Forz: 	You all dead
Mary: (( that was a raged power attack roll ))
Mary: (( you ass (D) ))
	Yoogie: 	« 1d20 = 17 » IT KEEPS HAPPENING
	Mary: 	« 1d20 = 1 »
	Forz: 	(Y)
	Ciel: 	« 1d20 = 15 »
tirkaroKujo: 	Surely
tirkaroKujo: 	So right
tirkaroKujo: 	Blah blah blah discovery, blah blah blah checks, blah blah
tirkaroKujo: 	YADDA YADDA YADDA 300 exp
	Mary: 	« 2d6 = 2 » let's see how long exactly
	Mary: 	...
	Forz: 	(CHEW)
	Ivan: 	Or rather
	Ivan: 	(CHEW)
	Ralf: 	8^y I WARNED YOU BRO
	Mary: 	guess I'll go brush up on my smut
	Ivan: 	Exactly
	Mary: 	*dies*
	Ivan: 	Exactly
	Ralf: 	owell
	Ivan: 	mip
	Ivan: 	Had to restart FF
	Ivan: 	obv