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	Quincy: 	You don't look anything like a---where'd you go?!
tirkaroKujo: 	ded
agidius: 	wat
	Quincy: 	I was talking to your sheepling
	Quincy: 	But then Tirk deleted it
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	Halfling: 	Why was I even here
tirkaroKujo: 	Because this is an old copy of Flewich
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	Halfling: 	Right, so
	Halfling: 	shall we pile into the Skype
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	Halfling: 	as I intend on Fallouting until MT gets back
	Efreet: 	Archaic maps? Well, that should be simple enough to fix
	Efreet: 	Sure, Skype
	Efreet: 	why not
	Ivan: 	Still at -0
	Halfling: 	good
	Halfling: 	stay that way
	Ivan: 	I told you, Tirk (D)
	Ivan: 	They don't like me (D)
tirkaroKujo: 	Yes we get it
tirkaroKujo: 	You want to play as your silly professor X psycho soldier at any means
	Quincy: 	Man, Mary's far more silly than Quincy could ever be
	Quincy: 	Same with Ivan
	Halfling: 	nasoca;;y
	Halfling: 	...
	Halfling: 	*basically
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	Mary: 	guess I'll be drinking in here
	Quincy: 	Why would you even drink in there
	Quincy: 	It's probably all alchemist's fire
	Mary: 	where ELSE am I going to drink (D)
	Mary: 	it was goddamn mead, man (D)
	Quincy: 	At home?
	Mary: 	I already had 4.5 mugs (D)
	Mary: 	I don
	Mary: 	't even HAVE a home
	Quincy: 	Nobody has a door
	Quincy: 	Pick a home, any home
	Mary: 	guess I'll just crash at Ivan's place
	Mary: 	tamme his mouse
	Mary: 	-m
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Mary: (( Heyo ))
Mary: (( PC's maptool just exploded ))
Mary: (( he'll be back in a sec ))
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tirkaroKujo: 	So yes
	Quincy: 	damn MT
MarthTrinity: 	Apple Cinnamon Chex is orasmic
MarthTrinity: 	*orgasmic
	Quincy: 	Joining after my maptool exploded
Mary: (( always enjoyed Honey Nut meself ))
tirkaroKujo: 	AS WE LAST LEFT OFF, Ivan was attacked by ZE DRAGON and became the Arisen or something
	Quincy: 	Also, the mouse's name is Tammy
	Quincy: 	Or something of the sort
Mary: (( exactly ))
tirkaroKujo: 	We begin off a good few hours afterwards. Ivan has made a surprisingly quick recovery for someone who just had his heart ripped out and eaten.
MarthTrinity: 	TAMMY?! Only I cared about the mouse (D)
tirkaroKujo: 	Well, that didn't exactly happen, but still
	Quincy: 	Nigger you better discern whether that is canonical or not
	Quincy: 	Agi named it
	Quincy: 	Good (D)
	Quincy: 	I'm not playing Hendrix again
Mary: (( it was eaten ))
Mary: (( wat ))
tirkaroKujo: 	That's what happens in Dragon's Dildoes
tirkaroKujo: 	But I thankfully spared that
Mary: (( m ))
Mary: (( so is he in military custody in bed rest or some shit ))
Mary: (( OH WAIT THEY STOLE THE BEDS (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Anyway, Ivan is now resting his wounds at the Inn. The town has recovered from the ordeal quite nicely, as the Dragon has completely left all of Taleros.
tirkaroKujo: 	So Ivan has just about healed himself back to full health by now. Once again, a surprisingly quick recovery. One guardsman attributes it to the Dragon's magic, but otherwise it seems to be up in the air.
	Quincy: 	Huwhat
Mary: (( we Naruto now ))
	Mary: 	*I assume we haven't heard this yet, as I've been here in the bar for the past while*
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Mary: (( « d8 = 6 » ))
Mary: (( « d12 = 4 » ))
MarthTrinity: 	And Ciel's just over thar enjoying nature and crap because fuck bars
	Quincy: 	« 1d6 = 3 » Look at MY HP!
tirkaroKujo: 	Fuck those bars indeed
	Quincy: 	Exactly
	Quincy: 	We wizard now
tirkaroKujo: 	Dammit Quincy why are you still here (D)
Mary: (( right, that creep from the other day is in here too (dhat) ))
Quincy: 	Why not
Quincy: 	There, deleted
Quincy: 	So it doesn't fuck up the chat
Quincy: 	Sides, Ivan's in a bed
Quincy: 	'mi sposed to have him talk to a bed?
Quincy: 	Or whatever
tirkaroKujo: 	You, you being Mary obv, end up recieving the news of Ivan's recovery via the bar's usual locals, one of whom actually went to check up on him.
	Jamie: 	*Said person being Jamie obviously*
	Jamie: 	"MAN! I still can't get over that whole Dragon bullcrap! I mean seriously, how does this nonsense even happen in an out-of-the-way town like Flewich? Yeesh!"
Quincy: 	How DOES it happen indeed
	Mary: 	Not *hic* know. What town like this do to make dragon attack it?
	Mary: 	It not make... sense. *fades out for half a second, refocuses*
	Jamie: 	"Man, why are you askin' me?! Man, I'd rather just pretend this whole ordeal never happened in the first place!"
	Mary: 	But... Ivan, what happen to Ivan? You see him, he better?
	Jamie: 	"Oh Ivan? Guy made quite a hasty recovery. I was totally shocked."
	Jamie: 	"Didn't he like, have his chest impaled or something? Must've not been as bad as it looked..."
	Mary: 	W-what?! How... no, that dragon crush him! Should be... *hic* much longer.
	Mary: 	*stumbles*
	Mikeal: 	"Man, I'm just angry I'm not dining on Dragon chops this instant! That coward probably couldn't crush a fly, running off scared liek that so easily!"
Mikeal: (( *like ))
Mary: (( maaaan, you'd better be glad I'm drunk ))
Mary: (( or I'd kick your ass ))
Quincy: (( Pretty sure he was talking about the dragon ))
Quincy: (( not Ivan ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Probably was
Quincy: (( Considering Ivan was kind of dead ))
Quincy: (( And did no running ))
	Mary: 	*hic* No... it plenty strong, armor at least. Not even make... *eyes glaze over*
	Mary: 	...
	Mary: 	...dent.
	Jamie: 	"Are you...sure you're okay there, ma'am?"
Mary: (( let's see how many I've had « 3d6 = 14 » ))
Quincy: (( You are legally dead ))
	Jamie: 	"I mean, I'm not one to comment on your habits, but you seem to be overdoing it a bit today...."
	Ciel: 	Perhaps we should go check up on Mary, Mr. Mouse.
	Mouse: 	"Skweek"
	Mary: 	I... going to be sick. *shuffles to door*
Quincy: 	Seriously, how dumb do ya gotta be? Know your limits (D)
	Mary: 	*shambles, whatever*
	Morty: 	"Hey, hey! Don't go about makin-a mess, I got enough of them this week!"
	Mary: 	*falls to knees, vomits into grass*
	Jamie: 	"Gee, sure hope she'll be okay...."
	Mouse: 	"Skweek...."
	Ciel: 	That is moderately unpleasant.
	Mouse: 	"Sweekity skweek skweek"
	Mary: 	*wipes mouth off* Ugh...
	Ciel: 	Are you alright, Mary?
	Mary: 	h.. hello Ciel.
	Mary: 	I... fine, maybe. No. No, not fine.
	Ciel: 	People who are fine do not typical expel waste from their mouths, to my knowledge.
Mary: (( unless they're politicians ))
Quincy: 	Lots of people seem to nowadays
Mary: (( but then again, that would imply they're fine ))
	Mary: 	Been *hic* better.
	Mary: 	Hear... Ivan better too.
	Mary: 	Somehow.
Quincy: 	Somefuckinhow indeed
Quincy: 	It's a miracle
	Ciel: 	Better...? That is...illogical, given his wounds.
	Mary: 	Not... know. *clutches head* Ugh...
	Ciel: 	Are you capable of walking?
Mary: (( dunno, let's find out *cracks knuckles* ))
Mary: (( let's DC20 this thing « 1d20+7-3 = 2 + 7 - 3 = 6 » ))
Mary: (( haha, naw. ))
	Mary: 	*takes a few steps and falls over*
	Ciel: 	« 1d20+4 = 14 + 4 = 18 » *ref to try and catch her*
tirkaroKujo: 	Surely
	Mary: 	Ahh... thank you, Ciel.
	Mary: 	Look... *hic* like I need help. Sorry...
	Ciel: 	Do not apologize. You are in no conditon to walk. Let me assist you.
	Mary: 	Thank you, Ciel...
	Mary: 	Want to see Ivan, he... where he again...?
	Ciel: 	I believe he is recovering at the inn. Let us go.
Quincy: 	Apparently he's already recovered
Quincy: 	Somehow
	Mary: 	*ownership given, carry me (tiipsyy)*
tirkaroKujo: 	You enter the Inn, where Ivan is still recovering on a bed in a specific room.
Ivan: (( that's the most vague specific room I've ever seen ))
	Mary: 	H... here to see friend, Ivan. Where he at? @ innkeeper/potato
tirkaroKujo: 	The Innkeeper turns around and says, "That lad who took the brunt of the Dragon's attack? Should be leftmost room on the second floor."
	Mary: 	*looks at stairs*
	Mary: 	*daaaamn yooooou staaaairs*
	Ciel: 	Then we shall head upstairs.
	Mary: 	Second... urgh.
Mary: (( AND NOW FOR WARLORDIAN STAIR CLIMBING. ))
	Ciel: 	*helps upstairs*
Mary: (( so a +2 on my climb check ))
Mary: (( alright ))
	Mary: 	« 1d20+8-3-2+2 = 14 + 8 - 3 - 2 + 2 = 19 »
tirkaroKujo: 	Surely
tirkaroKujo: 	You make it upstairs and head into Ivan's room. He's still resting on a bed, with bandages wrapped across his chest, but is otherwise breathing normally.
	Common Guard 4: 	"Oh, you must be this boy's friends? Kid made a surprisingly fast recovery. Consider himself greatly, greatly lucky."
	Ivan: 	*guess I'm just painting or something*
	Common Guard 4: 	"One does not simply go up against a dragon and expects to survive whatsoever."
	Mary: 	Ivan...! You... *hic* alive!
	Ivan: 	Huh? Oh! Hey! Sorry, wasn't paying a lot of attention! Yep, I'm fine, somehow! Are YOU fine, though..?
	Mary: 	*handwave* Be... fine, not worry. Just... how YOU better? This *hic* fast?
	Ivan: 	Hahahaha! I've no idea, but I'm not going to question it! Really, I'm more worried about you! You look a little...unstable, to say the list!
	Mary: 	*craaap, is there a sink- of course not*
	Mary: 	*vomits in mouth, manages to swallow it*
Ciel: (( Fort save (D) ))
Mary: (( fine (dhat) ))
	Mary: 	« 1d20+7 = 18 + 7 = 25 »
Ivan: (( apparently you don't throw up at all ))
Mary: (( naw, I'll stick with it ))
	Mary: 	Ugh... *grabs head again* going to be sick. Get better though...
	Ivan: 	least*
Ivan: (( took me way too long to notice that ))
	Mary: 	Me, you too...
	Ivan: 	So far, I think I'm fine! Just hope it stays that way! Seriously, don't worry about me!
	Mary: 	...Ivan, before... before you say you not want to come with us. Thi- *grabs head again, goddamn, that one hurt* think you do something, put us in danger. You still want be on your own?
	Mary: 	Argh... *ducks to side* Ciel, you talk. Head hurt too much...
	Ciel: 	*standing quietly behind Mary* Oh...hello, Ivan. *waves sheepishly* It is good to see that you are, considering the circumstances, alright.
Ivan: (( back ))
Mary: (( stay that way ))
	Ivan: 	Aahh..hah..bringing that up? Well, thanks, Ciel..
	Ivan: 	To be specific, I think that my..state of mind? I'm not sure how to describe it! But, well, today I ran up to a dragon! I'm not entirely sure that sort of thing is safe to be bringing other people into!
	Mary: 	...it very brave what you do today. You good person.
	Ivan: 	Ehh...brave, maybe, but uh, real dangerous, too.
	Mary: 	No, dragon dangerous.
	Ivan: 	I mean, imagine if it hadn't stopped! I don't think I'd have done much good! Hahahaha!
	Mary: 	(crs) That... not the *hic* point.
	Mary: 	Ciel, please...
	Ciel: 	Mary is correct. What you did was indeed brave.
	Mouse: 	"skweek!"
	Ivan: 	Well, we already decided it was brave, I suppose! But that's not my issue...I just think I'm a mite too impulsive!
	Ciel: 	You did what you felt had to be done. None of us are certain what would have happened had you not done that.
	Ivan: 	You don't seem to get it... My issue's not with any single thing I've done, it's just with how I act in general...but I guess if you can't see that, you don't have a problem with it!
	Mary: 	No, Ivan. Not... have problem.
	Mary: 	*hic*
	Ciel: 	I thought we had already expressed that there are no major problems between us.
	Mary: 	Maaaaaybe drinking problem. Ha. *hic*
	Ivan: 	Really? You really don't think there's any way I could get you into danger?
	Mary: 	...Not say THAT. But... danger fun!
	Ciel: 	Statistially speaking, danger will always be present whether you are there or not. You do not increase the odds of it.
	Ivan: 	Haa...fine, if that's what you think...
	Mary: 	*smiles wearily* Good. You sure you fine...?
	Ivan: 	I'm doing great! I still don't know how, but I'm not going to fret about it!
	Mary: 	Okay... Ciel, you help me to my room, please? I think I sleep now. Try to.
	Ciel: 	Of course, Mary.
tirkaroKujo: 	Guess I'll go with 7:30 to 8 as the time.
	Ivan: 	Hey, wait! You've been drinking, right? Take this when you wake up! Trust me, you'll thank me then!
	Ivan: 	*tosses alchemist's kindness*
	Mary: 	*GUESS I'D BETTER REF SAVE, YOU ASS* « 1d20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22 »
Ivan: (( Exactly ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Pretty much
	Ivan: 	Whoa...nice catch!
Mary: (( coooooooool ))
	Mary: 	*catches it with my GODDAMN FEET*
	Ivan: 	Just mix it in water or something!
	Mary: 	Whooooaaalright...
	Mary: 	*so yeah, I get plopped off in my room*
Mary: (( may as well pay the inn fee before I forget, what was it again ))
	Ivan: 	*guess I'll get back to that painting*
	Mary: 	*points towards money in bag* There, Ciel, take inn fee down. It... 3 silver, I think.
	Ciel: 	Affirmative. *nods*
Mary: (( 645.70 in the bag, good thing you're a paladin ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The Innkeeper does indeed demand 3 SP from you for the night.
	Ivan: 	« 1d20+7 = 13 + 7 = 20 »
	Ciel: 	*is indeed a Paladork*
	Mary: 	*waves in Ciel's direction* Thank... thank you again, Ciel. You good friend too.
	Mary: 	I try to sleep now... thank you for help.
	Mary: 	Maybe not drink so much next time, ha...
	Ciel: 	I did very little. Thanking me is not needed.
tirkaroKujo: 	You all sleep and each regain your hitdie+CON mod apparently
	Ivan: 	« 1d8+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »
Mary: (( so like, I have 1d12 and 18 con, so « 1d12+4 = 3 + 4 = 7 »? ))
Ivan: (( exactly ))
	Ciel: 	« 1d10+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »
Mary: (( should also scale with level, but we can figure that out laster I guess ))
Mary: (( laster, sure ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Sure
	Mary: 	*before sleeping* Ciel, what you do, anyway? While we sleep.
	Ciel: 	What do I do while you sleep?
Ciel: (( Shoot crack into my eyeballs. ))
Mary: (( like a bawss ))
	Mary: 	Yes. It... *hic* night very long. Not just sit there, do you?
	Ciel: 	Typically, I pray to her greatness, Justice. My prayer and devotion to her holiness does not end while others sleep; it is one of the few times I get to speak withh her when I am away from the church.
	Mary: 	Pray...? You talk to her?
	Ciel: 	In a spiritual sense. Yes.
	Mary: 	*right, guess I'd better take my skull off* What you talk about?
Ivan: (( so uh, fuck happens now ))
Mary: (( we wait ))
Ivan: (( you there? (WARY) ))
	BibleThump: 	EMTEE PLS
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	Ivan: 	« d20+13 = 13 + 13 = 26 »
	Mary: 	« 1d20+8 = 6 + 8 = 14 » *hits Ivan*
	Mary: 	*sad*
	Ivan: 	« 1d20+1+1+4 = 14 + 1 + 1 + 4 = 20 »
	Ivan: 	« 1d6+1 = 5 + 1 = 6 »
	Mary: 	« 1d20+8 = 16 + 8 = 24 »