Grognardfinder XIII (At least half of it)

ThatDM:
When you finally met up together for rest in the center of Parles, Ciel left in the middle of the whole thing, as if she spotted something out in the corner of her eye, and was chasing after it in the forest. She moves towards the forest at a calm, low-key pace without saying much else.
Skye: (( I hereby Thousand Eyes Restrict Ciel to tirk ))

Mary:
*turns to look* Ciel? Where you go?
Ivan: (( back ))
Mary: (( welcome back ))
Ivan: (( wait, +6 with Smite Evil? (WARY) ))
Skye: (( Oh God a Yu Gi Oh joke. I've hit an all time low. ))
Mary: (( +2 FROM Smite Evil ))
Mary: (( +6 from power attack ))
Mary: (( +8 overall ))

ThatDM:
You sure did trigger that trap card
Ivan: (( Nigga, Power Attack is +3, and her Str bonus is +4 ))
Ivan: (( +3+4+2 ))
Ivan: (( that is 9 ))
Ivan: (( you wetback negro ))
Mary: (( Why did I think Power Attack was +6 ))
Mary: (( oh whatever ))

ThatDM:
Ciel is of course, still there, just slowly pacing towards the forest.

ThatDM:
Or at least, within sight

Mary:
« 1d10+12 = 3 + 12 = 15 » course I can't be complaining
Ivan: (( Still not sure how you ma--right rage ))
Mary: (( indeed ))
Mary: (( Rage power attack two handed ))

Ivan:
*I assume we can see her*
Mary: (( so godlike ))

Mary:
Ciel?

ThatDM:
Hence the "within sight"

Ivan:
*BOWS ARE TWO-HANDED AIN'T THEY (FEDUP)*
Mary: (( No bonus for you go home ))
Mary: (( and you're not adding Str anyway (D) ))
Mary: (( 1.5x times zero is still zero (D) ))

ThatDM:
Upon you responding to her, she looks back at you with a blank stare. And then, as if to comfort you, her face lightens up into a faint smile.

Ciel:
"I am sorry. Were my actions too sudden?"

Ivan:
Did you hear somethin out there?

Ciel:
"Do not worry about me. I will return shortly, I just need to take care of some... light distraction."

Ciel:
The begins to pace towards the forest yet again. "I will not bother you with it. This will only take a few moments."

Mary:
Okay. We wait! Have room at inn.
Skye: (( Aramis: *SHITS HIS PANTS EIGHTEEN TIMES OVER AT SOMEONE LEAVING* ))

Ivan:
Hey, hey, bother? It's not a bother, if it's you guys! But if you want us to stay, that's no problem.
Ivan: (( Hey ))
Ivan: (( From what we've been there, Aramis has every right to be paranoid about people going off on their own (D) ))
Ivan: (( In the woods at least (D) ))

Ciel:
"Thank you, everyone. I do not feel the need to worry you, so go make preparations as need be."
Ivan: (( Oh, and uh ))
Ivan: (( I have some Cure potions...but I'm not sure if those are light or moderate, or their bonus ))

Ciel:
The artificial woman roams further into the forest, eyeing something far in the distance. Her light face for a few brief moments turns into a look of confusion and bewilderment.

Ivan:
*looks at Mary* You think she'll be okay?

Mary:
Hrm. Wonder what distraction was?

Mary:
*to Ivan* Yes. She be okay. She strong.

Ivan:
She DOES know where the inn is?
tirkaroKujo:
Ciel eventually walks out of sight. This leaves you to do whatever it was you wished to perform before going out of town to hunt for your money.

Mary:
*points to inn, shit man, we were in the middle of town, you remember what the town looks like (D)*

Mary:
It hard to miss.
Skye: (( It was in the top right corner (EYE) ))
Mary: (( preeeetty sure it was bottom right (hmm) ))

Ivan:
>perform

Ivan:
naw
Skye: (( Thought it was near the statue in the top right. . . ))
Skye: (( Bottom right was the church IIRC. ))
Mary: (( Top right was the weapon shop, yo ))
Mary: (( Church was in the middle ))
Mary: (( this is the first town ))
Ivan: (( Still find it odd how Bards get no bonuses to PErform ))
Mary: (( they have it as a class skill ))
Mary: (( what more do you want ))

Skye:
*and now Skye waits*
Mary: (( What's our timestamp, anyway? I assume early afternoon ))
Ivan: (( they get bonuses to Knowledge skills (SAD) ))
Ivan: (( which is good ))
Ivan: (( because yo utwo are both retardedly ))
Ivan: (( -ly ))
Ivan: (( apparently I am, too ))
Ivan: (( so we're boned ))
Mary: (( You are indeed retardedly ))
tirkaroKujo:
It's around 4:00 PM according to those fancy clocks.

Mary:
Hrm. Not know what you do. I ask around, learn about strange man who stole money.
Ivan: (( dem 2000-pound water clocks ))
Ivan: (( IS this the tow nthe library is in ))
Ivan: (( I think it was ))
Mary: (( it is, yeah ))

ThatDM:
Yes
Ivan: (( But man is my memory shot ))
Mary: (( mine's clear as day, for once ))

Ivan:
Ha! I don't want to be in the way when you find him. I think a quiet day at the library suits me a bit better! Hopefully quiet...
Ivan: (( Dammit king kizuna ))
Ivan: (( you get outta here ))
Ivan: (( there it goes ))

ThatDM:
We got that HD backdrop shit, Parles lookin sexy as fuck.
Mary: (( THAT AIN'T THE PARLES I KNOW (D) ))
Ivan: (( I should recognize this ))

ThatDM:
IT IS NOW THAT THERE'S NO MAPS
Mary: (( Pretty sure it's Hunchback ))

ThatDM:
It's Hunchback of Notre Dame
Ivan: (( for some reason I wan--m ))
Skye: (( Looks like yeah ))
Mary: (( booyah ))

Mary:
Alright. Hope Ciel come back soon.
Skye: (( Dang, now I have to wait without it seeming awkward to show up you after she leaves. ))

Mary:
*leaves Ivan to do his bookie library thing, heads off to bar I guess*
Ivan: (( Why do all of Agi's character have a ladyboner for blue eyes anyways (D) ))
Ivan: (( And dammit how long has my chat been fucked up ))

ThatDM:
But alas! A seemingly countless amount of hours has passed, and not a sign of Ciel about!

ThatDM:
It is now about « 6+1d3 = 6 + 1 = 7 » O clock
Mary: (( three is not countless (D) ))
Ivan: (( AM ))
Mary: (( mip ))
Ivan: (( Well ))
Ivan: (( It's sure countless to Valve ))
Mary: (( Tirk is Gaben, I knew it all along (D) ))

ThatDM:
These things, they take time.

ThatDM:
But fine

Mary:
*meet back up wherever, I guess, after some Gather Rumoring and some booklearnin'*

ThatDM:
Right, right

Ivan:
*SADLY, I CANNOT ACTUALLY LEARN FROM BOOKS (CRS)*

Mary:
*neither can I (sad)*
Ivan: (( You can't READ them (D) ))
Skye: (( You can't even read, Mary (D) ))

Mary:
*exactly (fedup)*
Ivan: (( And dammit, soda fizz or some shit got on my monitor like thirty minutes ago and I'm still cleaning up these rainbow-coloured specks ))
Ivan: (( As I find them ))

ThatDM:
How did you even manage that
Ivan: (( It was totally full (SAD) ))
Ivan: (( so the fizz that was going over the top got on my monitor ))
Ivan: (( like, the fizz that shoots out like sparks ))
Ivan: (( not the...foam (D) ))

Mary:
*so since we're trying to get Ciel introduced, can I just get a yes/no as to whether I was able to find out where I might find that ninja dude*
Ivan: (( yes, ciel ))

Mary:
*dammit you know what I mean*

ThatDM:
You find out that the Ninja Dude is part of a clan, situating itself in a small village far up north from here, known only as "Thelme Village."

ThatDM:
They're rather infamous around these parts.
Ivan: (( is there a Looees village too ))
Ivan: (( and then a Vonnie and Clide ))

Mary:
Maybe not be so easy then, track him down. He dangerous? His village, fighters like him?
Ivan: (( Is she talking to me or the bar ))
Skye: (( She's so drunk she thinks the bar is you ))

Mary:
*well I assume you never bothered rolling Knowledge (local)*

Mary:
*You MIGHT know, you just didn't tell me (D)*
Ivan: (( There (D) ))
Ivan: (( If you talked to me about it (D) ))
Ivan: (( OTherwise it wouldn't make any sense to roll for it ))
Mary: (( totes did talk to you about it when I said I was going to find out about him (D) ))
Ivan: (( That would lead to her getting thrown out of the bar, MT (D) ))

ThatDM:
Thelme village has a rather nasty reputation about it. Reputation, at least. Not much else is really known about the place from the inside, nor does anyone have any deisre to, as aside from the Ninjas, it's rather unremarkable.
Ivan: (( Well, ass. ))

ThatDM:
BUT YES

ThatDM:
Another hour has proceeded to pass by, and it seems the village itself has...erupted, slightly.
Ivan: (( Fuck the tower was a volcano? Hell did nobody tell us ))
Ivan: (( That seems rather prudent to our situation ))

ThatDM:
There's an unusual crowd gathering around the enterance, and it doesn't look pretty at all.
Mary: (( Well crap, I get heat resistance NEXT level ))

Mary:
*alright let's reunite with Ivan then after these hours*

Mary:
*unless Ivan was looking for something specific at the library which was never brought into canon*
Ivan: (( Not really ))
Ivan: (( Mainly went there to read/visit the gnomes /see if that chick was there ))

Ivan:
Hey there, Mary! You okay? You seen Ciel? Or have -any- idea at all what's going on?

Mary:
No... thought she be back by now. Something bad happening?
Skye: (( Mary: No. But big Mumbo Magic happen at front of city. ))

Ivan:
Don't know, there's a lotta people squished together near the gate.
tirkaroKujo:
The front of Parles is littered with what appear to be the unconscious bodies of some dirty-looking individuals.

Mary:
*approaches, slings club over shoulder...*

Ivan:
*walks up to random city guard* Hello! You wouldn't happen to be privy to what's gone on here, would you? *guess I'll get ready to get the dagger out from my coat, might be faster than the bow*
tirkaroKujo:
Upon getting closer, the scene appears to be centered upon a single silver-haired female holding a giant steel axe-like weapon being cornered by a visibly weakened group of roughhousers.

Mary:
Ivan! *forcefully tugs at arm* That girl!
tirkaroKujo:
The City Guard is standing still, looking petrified at what's going on. He asks, "Is-is that a Paladin?"

Ivan:
*thrown halfway across the continent* Agh! What about her? Is it Ciel? *looks over*

Mary:
No, but... LOOK like her!
Ivan: (( brb ))
Ivan: (( back ))

Skye:
*holding the axe one handed* Scanning for potential threats...two threats found. Remaining targets have been dispatched. . .*seems to be damaged/weakened from the battle*

Ivan:
Uh..in some ways, I guess.
Mary: (( Sypha and Wendy seem to be holding the front lines nicely ))

Bandit No-Hear No-Speak:
One of the bandits barely manages to keep ahold of his Katana. "What is WITH this lady? It's like she isn't human, knife-eared, or in-between!"
Skye: (( GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR LITERAL MAPPING YOU LITERAL MAPPER YOU (D) ))
Ivan: (( in-between? (D) ))

Bandit R-Dass:
"Oi, you just gonna give up on this Paladin scum? Right here in the middle o' Parles?"
Ivan: (( They call those Half-Elves (D) ))

Skye:
*hoists axe up and grasps it with both hands* Remaining targets must be dispatched. Surrender is the only alternative. *swings the axe around and slams it to the ground to intimidate them*

Mary:
*smirks at Ivan* I thought only have one fight today. Guess we lucky.

Bandit No-Hear No-Speak:
"You uncouth harlot! I'll make you eat those soulless words!" The bandit cries as he leaps towards Skye aggressively.
Mary: (( totes time for init (dhat) ))
Ivan: (( ...shit, we totally had Traits in TF3 ))
Mary: (( we did indeed ))
Ivan: (( did I uh ))
Ivan: (( ever roll for ini--of course, but ))
Ivan: (( WHICH OF THE TWO SESSIONS DID WE FIGHT IN. ))
Ivan: (( are* ))
Ivan: (( we fought in, -did ))
Mary: (( we fought in the very last session. ))
Ivan: (( I fucked that one up hardlike ))
Mary: (( and the session before it ))
Ivan: (( no ))
Ivan: (( you did ))
Mary: (( session before it was the grease session. ))

Skye:
Intercepted. *swings the axe with surprising speed, catches him in the waist and spins him around before throwing him off the axe at high speed in the general direction of his buddy*

Bandit No-Hear No-Speak:
The bandit goes flying off with intense force, knocking straight into the last standing hooligan!
Ivan: (( Kay, I had +6 ))
Ivan: (( so one of my traits was Reactionary ))
Ivan: (( other I'll figure out later ))

Bandit No-Hear No-Speak:
"Gwaaaaaugk!" He cries as he passes out from his bruises.

Mary:
...maybe not need help.
Ivan: (( no idea what that'd even be ))

Ivan:
Haha...definitely not. Think it might be best not to get involved?
tirkaroKujo:
The guards finally get the courage to move the line and confiscate the criminal scum.

Mary:
No. Want to talk.

Skye:
...all hostiles, eliminated. Disengaging combat protocol...*visor lifts, lowers axe*

Sypha:
"You...you saved us...you beat the No-Speak tribe single-handedly!"

Ivan:
Gh..fine, wait up!

Skye:
*shakes head* Man...dat was nuts.

Skye:
Huh? Oh, no prob. It's what I do, helpin' those who help the people have faith, ya know?

Sypha:
"Are you..are you a Paladin from a nearby kingdom, by any chance?"

Mary:
You! *points with non-club hand* Who you?

Wendy:
The young girl standing behind the priestess opens her eyes. "Oh...it's over now."

Skye:
Heh, I guess you could say dat. Sorta a...paladin in trainin'. Or somethin'.

Skye:
*looks ovah* Huh? *raises axe* Youse with dem goons?! Cuz if you're gonna try'n jump me too, I'll do ta you what I did to da rest of 'em!

Ivan:
Mary, don't be so rude..please. Whoa, hold up! We're not with anyone! Well, there is one more, but I don't know where she went.

Mary:
*boisterous laugh* Hahaha! No, not with them. Just watch what you do to them.

Skye:
...*lowers axe slowly* Hrm...

Mary:
You good with axe.

Mary:
It...strange. You look like someone.

Skye:
Well I ain't nevah seen youse guys before. *shrugs*

Skye:
But yeah. Dose idiots ain't gonna be buggin' you no more, alright? Cuz now they know that they's gonna get anotha beatdown from me if they do!
Ivan: (( Once per day, you can manifest your faith in your goddess and gain a +4 trait bonus to a single Bluff, Craft, Diplomacy, or Perform skill check. You can choose to use this trait immediately after making the skill check. ))
Ivan: (( Going with that as my second trait (CHEW) ))
Mary: (( Post-roll bonuses are indeed sexy ))

Sypha:
"And thank Justice for that. These accursed bandits have been harassing me and wherever I walk for the longest time."
Ivan: (( Which fits since it's a Religion trait only for followers of..well, the goddess mine is ripped from ))

Ivan:
Huh...I'm surprised I didn't know about these guys.

Sypha:
"All because of some inconsequential money issue on their end."

Mary:
*moves closer to Skye, begins inspecting*
Ivan: (( and since it's Perform, that means I can apply it to Versatile Performance, I think. ))

Skye:
'Ey! What're you doin?! *steps back, staggers* Ngh..! Dang. I think dose losahs mighta gotten a hit in on me...

Ivan:
Do you think you'll be okay?
Ivan: (( Also, not that it will -ever- matter for this campaign ))
Ivan: (( but what is our current Exp ))

Mary:
4150
Ivan: (( and uh, next level? ))

Mary:
...Ciel? That you? Why you change hair?

Mary:
5000
Ivan: (( 500--m ))

Skye:
Da heck's your prob-...Ciel...?

Ivan:
I told you, Mary, she don't quite look like her...there's a resemblance, but it's a little off.

Ivan:
They're both Paladins, right? Maybe it's a Justice thing.

Mary:
*indignant pose* You really need to leave for that long to get new clothes?

Skye:
*raises axe again* How do you know my sistah unit?! *voice shakey*

Ivan:
Then again, you don't need to wear this hat to worship Tear--whoa, put that thing down!

Skye:
How do youse two know her?! *trembles*

Mary:
Sister? How Ciel have sister?

Ivan:
Calm down! What are you talking about? I guess you're both followers of Justice, but...you don't have to take it that far. She's a... friend of ours.

Skye:
A friend..? Where is she?!

Mary:
She say she do thing in forest, but be right back. Been hours though.

Mary:
So we wait. Now you here!

Ivan:
I am gettin a little worried about her, but, well, she can handle herself, I think.

Skye:
*shakes head* You bettah not be lyin...! I...I...! *runs off towards the forest, makes it about eight spaces before falling flat on my face* Agh!

Ivan:
Well now where is she goi--not far, ha!

Skye:
Gah...dose joiks...ngh...my leg...

Skye:
But I'm so close...

Ivan:
This guy looks a bit suspicious to me...

Mary:
You hurt. Bad idea go out right now.

Mary:
She say she be back.

ThatDM:
Who me?

Skye:
*props self up with axe* If my sistah unit's out there...I gotta find her...

ThatDM:
Naw, your mind is playing tricks on you.

ThatDM:
Now get me my goddamn coffee

ThatDM:
Oh right, I have a story to narrate. *Ahem*

Mary:
Been looking long...?
Skye: (( With sugar and cream? What're you? Nanako? (D) ))

Ivan:
Whether you gotta or not, you're not gonna in that condition.

ThatDM:
The forest is still just as empty-looking from the outside as ever. Or is it? Wis checks, everyone.
Mary: (( Wis or perception (D) ))
Ivan: (( you mean perception rolls ))
Mary: (( this ain't PTA (D) ))

ThatDM:
Perception I mean, excuse me.

Ivan:
« 1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11 »

Mary:
« 1d20+3 = 18 + 3 = 21 » yeah that's what I thought (D)
Ivan: (( MT: 1d20-12 ))

Skye:
« 1d20-2 = 9 - 2 = 7 »

Mary:
*am I still at 17/32 HP (sad)*

ThatDM:
Guess you heal about « 1d12 = 11 » damage in the bar.

Mary:
*niice*

ThatDM:
Mary sees a single figure within the forest. It looks rather...dark. And hooded.

Mary:
...someone out there.

ThatDM:
It's reading some kind of book, and stopped in his current position as if he just needed to check up on something.

Mary:
Man. Walking, reading. Very dark.

Mary:
(Drifter?)

Ivan:
Dark? Could be Eriel, but why would he be out in the forest?

Mary:
Not sure.

ThatDM:
From what you, and by you I mean Mary, can barely glance behind it's hood, is a slight metallic sheen peering out.

Mary:
...not dark, shiny! Like bell!

Skye:
*looks at arm* Like metal...?

Mary:
Maybe. Look that way.

Mary:
*how far away would it be then*

ThatDM:
He's about 35-40 feet away. The rest can probably see him now that you've pointed him out.

Ivan:
There's only one way to find out who it is, you know!

Skye:
*tries to stand up, staggers* Hey!

Mary:
*helps up* Come. You hurt, but not leave you here.

Mary:
*could totally carry you, for that matter* (D)

Mary:
*right, Thrice, how big was that tent anyway*

Mary:
*apparently I didn't save it*
Ivan: (( Large (HIPPO) ))
Ivan: (( 40 pounds ))

Skye:
Who are you?! *at figure*
Ivan: (( Goddammit computer ))
Ivan: (( do not put a shortcut to my desktop ))
Ivan: (( on my desktop ))

Unpropitious Sage:
The figure is slightly startled at your exclaimation. He slowly turns his head towards you, leaving his vague approximation of a face in plain sight.

Unpropitious Sage:
"I believe I know you, do I not?"

Skye:
*tries to focus on the figure* I...I don't know youse! So how could you know me?!

Unpropitious Sage:
"Even if thou art not familiar with I, take solace in the fact that I may know more about you than you believe."

Unpropitious Sage:
"Tell me, have you arrived in my presence inelegantly to find someone? A certain artificial human?"

Skye:
*eyes widen* What'dya know 'bout my sistah unit?!

Ivan:
Wait, who is this guy? Am I missing something here?

Mary:
You know when Ciel be back?

Unpropitious Sage:
The figure in the hood chuckles to himself slightly. "Ciel, that was her name wasn't it?"

Skye:
Who do youse think you are?! Where's my sistah unit at?!

Unpropitious Sage:
"Hair the color of the yellowest wheat? Eyes like the sky itself?"

Unpropitious Sage:
"She isn't coming back. Do not bother looking for her."
Ivan: (( Listen, I know I'm attractive and all, but we're tlaking about CIEL here (D) ))
Mary: (( my sides ))

Unpropitious Sage:
"This may come as a shock to you, for certain. But heed my word. She has gone off for good."

Skye:
What'd you do to her?! *pulls away from Mary* I swear if you hurt her!

Unpropitious Sage:
"....I had a feeling you would come to that reaction."

Unpropitious Sage:
The hooded figure holds the book in his arms to his side. "Do what you will to me. I am simply a scapegoat."
Mary: (( Free XP you say (chew) ))

Ivan:
Not comin back? Why would that be, exactly?

Unpropitious Sage:
"Slaying me won't bring her back. She is gone now."

Skye:
If she ain't comin back it's because this monstah did somethin' to her!

Unpropitious Sage:
"She went off, on her own. She will not come back. What else is there to understand?"

Unpropitious Sage:
"Have I not made this more abundantly clear?"

Skye:
*staggers forward, still shakey from the previous battle*

Skye:
Dat ain't true. I don't believe dat!

Skye:
She wouldn't leave me...! She wouldn't leave da church!

Mary:
*slowly keeps pace behind Skye, just in case*

Mary:
It... strange that she leave, like that. Not like her.

Unpropitious Sage:
"You crass lout. That's exactly what she did. You would prove but a distraction."

Skye:
And if you did somethin' ta her...I ain't gonna stop until whoevah put her up to this don't breathe no more!

Mary:
She say she come back, you say she a liar? *holds club towards metalhead*

Ivan:
Hey, hold up! He said she left, that doesn't mean she's abandoning everything! Revenge ain't worth it, anyhow. So, please, don't go picking any fights. Doesn't look like he'll talk anyways...
Ivan: (( we could always like, sense motive him ))
Ivan: (( or use detect evil (D) ))

Unpropitious Sage:
"What is it, fool? Driven to madness by emotion?"
Mary: (( Detect Evil indeedly ))
Mary: (( Detect plot element ))

Skye:
*sure why not, I'll detect evil on ya*

Ivan:
He could be telling the truth, in the first place « 1d20+8 = 15 + 8 = 23 » *Sense motive*

Unpropitious Sage:
Your sensors are having trouble picking up any evil energy about this man. There is, however, a good amount of it polluting his book.

Unpropitious Sage:
Going by just his vocal tone, this man appears to believe everything he's saying.

Skye:
*shakes head* Dat book, I ain't gettin nothin from him but dat book he's holdin'...it's makin my head hurt just lookin' at it...

Skye:
Gimme dat book...dat thing needs ta be destroyed!

Unpropitious Sage:
"Huh? Oh my, are you interested in my sacred tome?"

Skye:
Dat ain't sacred...
Mary: (( ...right, that other evil book was destroyed by the church back in wherever the town was called ))

Skye:
Dat thing's evil...

Ivan:
I don't think he's lying... What do you mean about his book, though?

Unpropitious Sage:
"How unfair. If my tome is destroyed, terrible things will happen."

Unpropitious Sage:
"Could you just not accept your companion's departure? Was that too much to ask?"

Skye:
Dat book is givin off so much evil it's actually makin' me feel sick!

Mary:
You and Ciel. Always smashing books.

Mary:
They not that bad. Just confusing.

Skye:
*rushes forward to swing axe at him, leg gives out and I fall forward again* Gah..! Dose...stupid thugs...

Ivan:
You got a good reason for this? I don't really condone the destruction of books, you know...

Unpropitious Sage:
"If you are to take away my tome, it will have to be from my chilled-over fingertips."

Ivan:
Hey, hold up! Didn't I say not to go getting into fights!

Skye:
*clenches axe in hands* I ain't gonna...believe your lies...! My sistah unit...she'd nevah leave for good! She ain't like that!

Unpropitious Sage:
"Ahahahaha...so, is this how you're going to be? Unaccepting of other's fates?"

Skye:
Who do you think you are talkin' to me like dat?!

Unpropitious Sage:
"I have naught left to add to your worthless plight. It's clear you won't let me off easy anymore."

Ivan:
I don't even see how this is that bad! She left, lots of people leave! I'm feeling like getting out of here about now myself... If you're concerned, look for her!

Mary:
You say she leave. Where she go? It important to us.

Unpropitious Sage:
The hooded figure sneers. "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

Mary:
Not ask me.

Skye:
...I care more about findin my sistah unit than you or ya life...

Unpropitious Sage:
"Marvelous. I could tell you a thing or two in that case..."

Unpropitious Sage:
"Are you aware of Dusk Moshe castle? Right up North of the Sal Kingdom?"

Ivan:
*probably*

Skye:
*AM I...?* « 1d20-2 = 10 - 2 = 8 »

Mary:
*probably not*

Skye:
*nope*

Unpropitious Sage:
"Oh, those Sal knights. Such a woeful fate fell upon them. They're now left to defend whatever is in that castle against their will."
Ivan: (( Sadly if the check is over 10 you can't make it untrained ))
Ivan: (( Think that's how it works ))

Ivan:
« 1d20+6 = 7 + 6 = 13 »

Mary:
« 1d20-1 = 9 - 1 = 8 » let's roll just for fun
Mary: (( wait does Skye just have 7 int or something ))
Skye: (( Oh right, INT exists ))

Skye:
« 1d20 = 19 »
Skye: (( That's my INT roll ))
Ivan: (( if it's 10 or lower, you got it ))
Ivan: (( if not, lelpaffinder ))
Ivan: (( shouldn't be too hard ))

Mary:
Something in castle? What that have to to with Ciel?

Ivan:
Know a little about it..why? Did she go to fight there?

ThatDM:
The Sal Kingdom is one of the longer-lasting kingdom ruling over North Taleros. Unfortunately, the Sal Kingdom and the mass legion of knights within it has now been villified by the public due to something called the "Dusk Moshe Castle" incident, where half of the Kingdom turned upon itself due to a supposed man-made weapon of much importance hidden within a private castle.

Skye:
I remembah hearin some stuff about it when Fadda Anselme was talkin' with his fancy rich friends and stuff...but I dunno what dat has to do with my sistah unit.

ThatDM:
Skye: As of now, the Castle is guarded by the remaining knights, and it's said that they could become a sincere threat to the public and themselves if they thoroughly uncover whatever is hidden there. Said knights are led by a renegade named "Terra," a rather polarizing figure in North Taleros who nonetheless grew a decent following with her honeyed words.

Unpropitious Sage:
Oh, not much, really.
Skye: (( Mmm, honey. ))

Unpropitious Sage:
"It is, however, where your 'sister' lies if you care about disturbing her that much."

Unpropitious Sage:
"When it comes to getting WITHIN the castle though, ahaha...good luck."

Skye:
I said I was gonna find her. And I ain't goin back on my words.
Ivan: (( Didn't someone mention somebody named Terra at some point? Or was that just in the intro thing ))
tirkaroKujo:
I did mention her once
tirkaroKujo:
Lenton The Gallant: "I do have a few parting words for you though. Have you heard of a lady by the name of Terra? She recently arrived in this land, and has grown quite a decent following. Of course, maiden Starchfeld, that's the keeper of Jeneviere's shrine mind you, says to heed away from her words. That Terra is a rather polarizing one she is..."
tirkaroKujo:
tirkaroKujo: Terra, from what you may remember, appears to be a woman who keeps another shrine somewhere out in Greyshire. That's about all you should know though.
Mary: (( sounds familiar. ))

Lenton The Gallant:
*yo*
Mary: (( 'eyo wiffle-ball face ))

Unpropitious Sage:
"You accursed cur. Are you happy yet? Are you satisfied with your hopeless goal?"

Unpropitious Sage:
"If you are, then it would be in your best interest to let me go."

Skye:
*shakes head* You're wrong...you're -WRONG-! You don't know my sistah unit! You don't know her -or- what she wants! You're just tryin' ta throw me off! Keep me outta ya business! Or whoeva's controlin' ya! *points axe away* Get outta my sight! And tell whoeva has my sistah that I'm gonna be comin' for 'em!

Unpropitious Sage:
The figure in the hood chuckles a deep chuckle yet again. "I'll be sure to put in a kind, kind word in for you, deary."

Unpropitious Sage:
"Now, I wouldn't want to badger your eyesight anymore, would I? It seems I am at last excused."

Unpropitious Sage:
The hooded man sets his book aside, turns around, and walks off back into the forest.
Mary: (( Ivan: *shoots the book, causing it to explode and kill the dude* ))

Ivan:
Had me worried till the last second...
Mary: (( « 1d20+6 = 10 + 6 = 16 » He'd do it, too (D) ))

Ivan:
« 1d20+4+1 = 2 + 4 + 1 = 7 »
Ivan: (( nope ))
Mary: (( oh, PBS doesn't apply ))
Ivan: (( +6 is only with PBS ))
Mary: (( right ))
Ivan: (( or bardic performance, but hippo ))
Mary: (( but hippo indeed ))

Mary:
*lets go of Skye*

Skye:
*breathing heavily*...grr.....GAAAAAAAAAAH! *swings axe at nearby tree*
Ivan: (( and you cut your legs off ))

ThatDM:
You bet your ass that tree is goin crumbling down.

Ivan:
You...crumbled a tree? With an axe? Aren't those for cutting...

Ivan:
Well, what do I know? I've never used one.
Mary: (( we literal verbing now ))

ThatDM:
*Throws Coffee in Ivan's face*

Ivan:
Maybe it was rotted?
Ivan: (( that's a ranged touch attack (D) ))
Mary: (( he has +23 to hit. ))
Ivan: (( He could nat 1. ))

ThatDM:
« 1d20+99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 = 18 + 99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 = 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000017 »
Skye: (( He also gets +25 damage if he has bourbon in his inventory. ))

Ivan:
*absorbs it with my ten pieces of chalk*

ThatDM:
You take exactly FUCK YOU+666 amount of damage.
Skye: (( And that would've hit you anyway, even without the exagerrated add-on. ))

Mary:
Need space?
Ivan: (( It's only AC 14, due to touch attack ))
Ivan: (( it WOULD have provoked an AoO though (D) ))
Skye: (( Stop being a queer. ))

Ivan:
*Whether she does or no, I'm giving her space*
Mary: (( oh can it, thrice (dhat) ))
Mary: (( *cans all of your its* ))
Ivan: (( why do I hang out with you people again (D) ))
Mary: (( because we're awesome? duh ))
Ivan: (( Brb, pizza again ))

Skye:
That...that LIYA! He's LYING! My sistah unit wouldn't just run off with some nobodies without sayin' nothin'!

Mary:
No. I know that. Maybe she get distracted from distraction, though. Find people that need help. Help them.

Mary:
She tell us she leaving, not say how long.

Skye:
.....*collapses under stress* AGH! *leans on axe* I'm...pushin' it....

Mary:
Okay. You need rest now.

Ivan:
She did say shortly, but...something could have happened.

Mary:
*sheathes club* We go back to inn. You come. Rest. Look tomorrow.

Ivan:
It could have been a good thing, though! Maybe she'll send a message...
Ivan: (( THE HELL KIND OF SHEATH HOLDS A CLUB ))
Mary: (( a length of rope wrapped around the waist ))
Ivan: (( I can only imagine A GIANT QUIVER ))
Mary: (( slip it behind, twist it until it sticks ))
Skye: (( twhs ))
Mary: (( no (D) ))
Ivan: (( might be ))
Ivan: (( never know ))
Mary: (( And isn't it in the source image anyway (D) ))

Ivan:
Getting back to the topic at hand, I agree with Mary.
Mary: (( it is (D) ))

Ivan:
You should rest up! You never know, she may relay a message later.

Ivan:
Besides, the woods have a knack for turning unfriendly at night...

Skye:
Maybe youse guys are right...

Ivan:
Can you walk still?

Skye:
I ain't hurt dat badly...*stands up, immediately falls back down* Okay....maybe I am...
Mary: (( So how much DO you weigh overall then (smirk) ))
Ivan: (( Never ask a robo-gal her weight (D) ))
Mary: (( probably too much, actually, with the armor and such ))
Ivan: (( Well, I could help ))
Mary: (( I've 250 pounds of carrying capacity left ))
Ivan: (( I have 14 Str (SAD) ))
Skye: (( Gonna go eat dinner real quick. I'll be right back. ))
Ivan: (( kay ))
Mary: (( Guess I might as well grab some dinner too ))
Ivan: (( you bastards ))

ThatDM:
WELL SHIT
Mary: (( BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CHANCE... ))

ThatDM:
GUESS I CAN FINALLY WALK MY DOG NOW
Ivan: (( am I just the only one capable of eating at their computer ))
Ivan: (( or his, rather ))
Mary: (( you dog that walk, Tirk ))
Mary: (( you dog it ))

ThatDM:
Certainly didn't intend this to turn into an actual session, but eh, I can work with it.

Ivan:
It could probably end here

Ivan:
Seeing we have a PTA session in 2.5 hours

ThatDM:
Oh, so MW isn't too busy then.

ThatDM:
Still wanna get this actual in-game day over first though.