Mummy's Mask 2- I'm rich beyoootch

okens dropped onto map 'Tomb of Akhentepi' by player Agi (Player)

Mistral 1:
Mistral 1 loses 2 hit points.
Dharc has received initiative.

Mistral 1:
add me back to the init if ya would
tirkaroKujo:
where were you at again

Mistral 1:
Resort, set it to my turn, then move on to sonny Sarco

Mistral:
It was Dharc > Me > Sarc
Mistral has received initiative.

Mistral:
At least I'm pretty sure I made some half-hearted swipes
Thrice has connected.

Mistral:
guess I'll check the log

False Sarcophagus:
The False Sarcophagus angrily winds up his fists, not allowing a single soul to escape! 25 @Dharc

Mistral:
"Do you really think you're going to be able to pry that door off? After your previous attempts?"

False Sarcophagus:
6

False Sarcophagus:
7

Dharc:
Dharc loses 2 hit points.
Dharc has received initiative.

False Sarcophagus:
The water has now reached a depth of 2 feet!

False Sarcophagus:
"YOU SHOULD NOW BE STRUGGLING TO GASP FOR AIR."

Dharc:
"Ow! Hey! You're not supposed to be able to hurt me! You're going to pay dearly for that..." Dharc stops trying to kill the DOOR and attacks the coffin.

Dharc:
18 I dunno what everyone's waiting for this is gonna miss

Dharc:
17

False Sarcophagus:
False Sarcophagus loses 12 hit points.

Dharc:
eat my shorts

False Sarcophagus:
"DEFENSE MECHANISMS REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS"
Mistral has received initiative.

Dharc:
"You're going to be in dire need of...yourself here in a few seconds!"

False Sarcophagus:
"NOT LIKE IT IS OF NECESSITY. TARGETS ARE SURE TO HAVE DROWNED BY NOW."

Mistral:
6 "Maybe that weakened it just enough..." Mistral grabs one of her INCREDIBLY LIMITED BOMBS, ONLY GET THREE OF THESE SHITS, and hurls it at the sarcophagus!

Mistral:
2 1=top, clockwise
Dharc has received initiative.
Mistral has received initiative.

False Sarcophagus:
5

Mistral:
Reflex, DC 13 because I am not super smart

Mistral:
3 damage it is

False Sarcophagus:
False Sarcophagus loses 3 hit points.

False Sarcophagus:
"TIME TO END THIS" The Sarcophagus opens itself up, and prepares to stuff itself full of dark charmer! 24

Dharc:
dicks

False Sarcophagus:
...and then closes itself! "DOUBLE THE SUFFOCATION"
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Not again!" Dharc once again punches the goddamned coffin cause he has no better moves in here

Dharc:
10
Mistral has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Ow! Okay so punching it isn't as good an idea as I'd thought..."

False Sarcophagus:
Also by this point the water flow seemed to have quieted down....

Mistral:
"And now I'll be in its line of sight... better to be safe than count on him fighting his way out." 11 whatever have another

Mistral:
10

False Sarcophagus:
False Sarcophagus loses 10 hit points.

False Sarcophagus:
"SERVOS SHUTTING DOWN. TARGETS SOMEHOW STILL OPERATIONAL. I HAVE FAILED MMMyyy missioooon....."

False Sarcophagus:
400 exp each

Dharc:
fission mailed

False Sarcophagus:
The False Sarcophagus falls upon its side and then crumbles into pieces.

Mistral:
"Well, it's a good thing 'ride the sarcophagus' didn't need to pan out as a backup plan."

Dharc:
Dharc crawls out of the rubble/water and stands up, "Huh. What impeccable timing for this thing to fall apart."

Dharc:
"Ten thousand years and it chooses NOW to crumple!"

False Sarcophagus:
getting acided to death tends to do that.
Tokens dropped onto map 'Tomb of Akhentepi' by player Thrice (Player)

Mistral:
"Then the acid's doing its job. I do hope this doesn't count as desecration."

Dharc The Dark Charmer:
i'd use this but i odn't know what gender it is meant to be

False Sarcophagus:
Anyway, the water begins to drain through a "rubble drain" of loose gravel that seems to have been built underneath the room. Soon you hear a clicking sound, implying that the locking bars have now retracted.
Dharc The Dark Charmer:
"Wait, is that all? That thing seemed severely disappointed that we hadn't drowned yet...do you think this trap stopped working a couple millennia ago?"

Dharc:
m

Mistral:
"That, or for some reason the water pouring in is tied to the sarcophagus's life systems. Just seems like poor design to me, I'd have the water keep coming."

Mistral:
"Make doubly certain any unwanted intruders perish."

Mistral:
Gonna just take a look at that trap tho

Mistral:
25 Trapfinding @ the patch where Dharc had stepped on

Dharc:
"Be a weird way to go about things. But now that we're free...should we take the obvious route?"

Mistral:
"Let's. Do try not to trigger a swarm of scorpions or what have you next time."

False Sarcophagus:
Nothing else really happens. It's obvious by this point that this trap has been activated. And it doesn't look like there's anything reactivating it anytime soon either....shit's busted.

Mistral:
gud

Mistral:
time to door the SHIT outta these doors

Mistral:
ONE

Mistral:
TWO

False Sarcophagus:
PAST THOSE DOORS LIE

Mistral:
0 DOOOOOR

Dharc:
"Are you sure THIS isn't a trap?"

False Sarcophagus:
The chamber where all the water was, previously. It seems to be empty now.

Mistral:
datt door
You have disconnected.
Server started; please wait for map to refresh.
Agi has connected.
Thrice has connected.

Dharc:
"So...not a trap, but a dead end. Any more ideas? This can't be it...they wouldn't have a fake coffin without a real one somewhere."

Mistral:
"...well I can't say that wasn't a possibility. Disappointing though. Maybe there's a secret passage of some sort?"
* Agi rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22 » GONNA PERCEP => Invalid expression: « 1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22 » GONNA PERCEP.

Mistral:
"That other dead end may be worth investigating if nothing turns up here."

Dharc:
"Probably, somewhere. But it might not be in here."
tirkaroKujo:
This chamber is in fact one of the most squeaky clean chambers in the tomb. However, there's a pretty jarring crack in the corner, which is quite an oversight when it comes to a chamber intended to hold water.

Mistral:
(LOOK IN CRACK)
tirkaroKujo:
The crack is way too small for you to properly look in. It just appears to be nothing but a thin strip of blackness.

Mistral:
(CURSE THE BLACKNESS)

Mistral:
Mistral places her ear against the wall and knocks.

Dharc:
"I'm going to take a look around this room, see if there's, like, a switch on one of these pedestals or statues, or something."
tirkaroKujo:
@Mistral you hear the scuttering of some of the bugs roaming this tomb

Dharc:
« 20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22 »

Mistral:
« 20+4+3+1+1 = 20 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 29 »
tirkaroKujo:
@Dharc After constant eons of searching, you somehow manage to only just notice there's actually two doors on the east and west of this room.
tirkaroKujo:
I'm not sure why they're a DC20 perception check I guess they're just really well hidden

Dharc:
"Hey, good news! We're idiots! There are more doors in here.

Dharc:
"

Mistral:
"More doors? Why am I not surprised?"

Dharc:
"How'd we not notice these...anyway! Which ones?"

Mistral:
"I'm not particular this time around. Lead the way, I need to make some preparations."
tirkaroKujo:
And so you go through all these doors or something, the hallway being quite an unremarkable place.
tirkaroKujo:
This room now holds several nearly arrayed chests, boxes, and urns. The dust of centuries covers every surface. The only exit seems to be the set of stone double doors you came in from....

Mistral:
"The air is getting awfully stale.. how far down do you think we are?"

Mistral:
well you know the fuckin drill
* Agi rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 8 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 18 » « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 2 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 12 » « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 8 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 18 » trapfinding as appropriate => Invalid expression: « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 8 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 18 » « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 2 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 12 » « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 8 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 18 » trapfinding as appropriate.
tirkaroKujo:
you don't seem to find any traps

Dharc:
"Hah! I told you there was more to this place. With all these urns and boxes, we'll be rich! If they contain anything useful."

Mistral:
"There'll be sure to be history buffs and map collectors coming to town in the next few days... everything in here could be a priceless treasure to someone." but what IS in here tho

Mistral:
*did not find traps = there are no traps*
tirkaroKujo:
You search around for goodies. None of the chests and boxes are locked, as the items within them were the post personal to Akhentepi, and his soul might want to have immediate access to them. Which is what you can only assume after coming across what appears to be his old lucky undergarments. Quite massive, they are.

Dharc:
"Wow, for building such a shitty coffin, these guys could sure make underwear last the test of time."

Mistral:
"Quite..." Mistral holds the briefs at end with a dagger, moving them to the side while exploring the rest of the box.
tirkaroKujo:
Most of the goods in the chests, such as once fine clothing and sealed jars of food, no longer have any value after the passage of centuries, but among the spoiled and ruined goods are several salvagable items of value, includng two vials, a master class longbow, 10 rather cold-feeling arrows, a gold scarab clasp, and what you can tell is an onyx and silver Pharasma holy symbol, along with a silver hand mirror and a wax-sealed clay urn.

Mistral:
« 1d20+3+1+2+1+1 = 14 + 3 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 22 » « 1d20+3+1+2+1+1 = 6 + 3 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 14 » "Now, what do we have here?" She holds the vials up for close inspection.

Mistral:
sure I guess I'm taking 10.
tirkaroKujo:
They both seem to contain the same materials. These vials are Silversheen, an alchemy material. Blades made of this special material count as alchemical silver weapons and are immune to rust, including that of rust monsters, the rusting grasp spell, and so on.
tirkaroKujo:
scatch that
tirkaroKujo:
This shimmering paste-like substance can be applied to a weapon as a standard action. It gives the weapon the properties of alchemical silver for 1 hour, replacing the properties of any other special material it might have. One vial coats a single melee weapon or 20 units of ammunition.

Mistral:
"Use either of these on your blade, it'll protect it from rust - even magical rust. Situational, but you'll be glad you have it when the situation comes up."

Mistral:
"Also handy against werewolves. I know we've ran into several of those so far."

Mistral:
What's in the urn tho

Mistral:
dagger time

Dharc:
"Oh, really? I could find a use for that, somehow!" In the meantime, Dharc grabs the arrows, looking to see if they're usable, but immediately drops them, "Ow! Damn it! I was not prepared for that at all..."
tirkaroKujo:
After opening up the urn, it seems to be filled with nothing but nard. I have no idea what nard is, but it sure is fun to say. Nard nard nard nard.

Mistral:
"Did you just stab yourself with an arrow?"

Mistral:
"Oh look. Nard."

Dharc:
He picks them up, this time by the fletching, "I'll have to be careful with these...they're cold iron."

Dharc:
"What'd you just call me?"

Mistral:
"I haven't the slightest idea."

Mistral:
Nard (n): A scented oil derived from flowering plants.

Mistral:
We're defining it right fucking here.

Mistral:
"Did you want to know what Akhentepi smelled like? Now's your chance."

Mistral:
"This kept amazingly well."

Mistral:
"To be honest, I was expecting a lung."

Dharc:
"I expected him to smell less like flowers, if I'm being honest." Dharc grabs the longbow and tests its pull, "At least there's something useful here."

Dharc:
"My hand is still sore...I need a glove for those arrows."

Mistral:
"And... I suppose I could return Pharasma's symbol to her church. By mail."

Dharc:
"Just sell it, or something. I mean, why not?"

Mistral:
"Religious symbols deserve to stay within their houses, not to the highest bidder."

Dharc:
"What are they going to do with it that a collector wouldn't?"

Mistral:
"Use it."

Dharc:
"So, what, use this ten-thousand-year-old relic to flood a room and piss off their neighbors?"

Dharc:
"Seems a little...dirty to just hope they give it to the right person."

Mistral:
"For good or for evil, it doesn't concern me. It's a conduit of Pharasma's holy power into the physical plane, and should be used as such."

Dharc:
" Holy symbols aren't exactly hard to find! You can make them out of twigs, you know. What makes this one so special that it just HAS to be used by someone? I mean, I'd sell a weapon I couldn't use in a heartbeat before giving it to some scrub."

Dharc:
"Whoever'd use this thing would do just as well with one I carved out of a tree."

Dharc:
"If you want I'll go do that right now, and we can donate the one I make, and sell this one!"

Dharc:
"Help me find a tree down here."

Mistral:
"It's different, I'll leave it at that if you're determined not to understand."

Mistral:
"I think we're just about done with this room."

Dharc:
"It's not different at all! That could be hundreds of gp...Which is items we can use for survival! I don't know about you, but I quite enjoy surviving."

Dharc:
"It's come in handy a lot for me."
Tokens dropped onto map 'Tomb of Akhentepi' by player Thrice (Player)

Mistral:
"Earning favor with the gods can be far more valuable than gold, in the long run."

Dharc:
"I honestly don't think she'll even notice... But, well, whatever. That counts as part of your split."
tirkaroKujo:
You open the doors to the other room. BLOOARCH! A gang of human shaped bundles wrapped in linen pop out!
tirkaroKujo:
Thankfully they seem to be long since dead, and don't have any desire to reanimate anytime soon. Each of the dozen or so mummies wears a small medallion around their necks.
tirkaroKujo:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qXXWHfJha4
tirkaroKujo:
The medallions around their necks are small wooden holy symbols marked with Pharasma's spiral.

Mistral:
top lel

Dharc:
"Honestly, I think we should leave these alone. We're not supposed to desecrate the slaves...or something like that."

Mistral:
"Every slave's hut is a memorial, I think it went... well. There's that dead end taken care of."

Dharc:
"Could be something else in here."

Mistral:
« 1d20+4+3+1+1 = 4 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 13 » There is not

Mistral:
there could be

Mistral:
welp tirk you deserved this from the start

Mistral:
WE GONNA OPEN THAT.
tirkaroKujo:
Upon opening that, you hear a loud, booming sound. "HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY LUCKY DRAWERS? NOW YOU WILL PAY DEARLY!"
tirkaroKujo:
The door was laden with a trap!

Mistral:
"Nyeeeegh... they're everywhere!"

Cockroach Swarm:
And a swarm of flesh-eating cockroaches swarm out of hte door!

Mistral:
"How did they even survive this long??"

Dharc:
"Awww, afraid of bugs? That's adorable! Now how am I supposed to hit these things with a fauchard..."

Mistral:
« 1d20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22 » init I suppose

Cockroach Swarm:
« 1d20+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 »

Dharc:
« 1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »
Mistral has received initiative.

Mistral:
« (1d6/2)*1.5 = 1 / 2 * 1.5 = 0.75 » "Channel!"

Mistral:
fuckin HELL

Cockroach Swarm:
Cockroach Swarm loses 1 hit points.

Cockroach Swarm:
you squish a cockroach

Mistral:
« 1d20-1 = 1 - 1 = 0 » SWIPING AT THE ROACHES

Mistral:
FUCK

Dharc:
well it provokes from me too

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 20 + 4 = 24 » time to punch

Dharc:
dayum

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 8 + 4 = 12 » confirmation

Dharc:
« 1d4+4+1 = 4 + 4 + 1 = 9 » PAWNCH

Cockroach Swarm:
Cockroach Swarm loses 9 hit points.

Cockroach Swarm:
« 1d6 = 4 » tiny voice: die
Dharc has received initiative.

Mistral:
Mistral loses 4 hit points.

Mistral:
-ow-\

Dharc:
"That must be horrifying..." Here I'll splatter cockroach guts all over you

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 » DIE

Dharc:
pls

Dharc:
« 1d4+4+1 = 2 + 4 + 1 = 7 »

Cockroach Swarm:
Cockroach Swarm loses 7 hit points.
Mistral has received initiative.

Mistral:
"It IS!"

Cockroach Swarm:
also it's been two rounds

Cockroach Swarm:
and this thing goes away after two rounds, RIP

Dharc:
"I think they're kind of cute, if you look hard enough. Bugs have always fascinated me."
Cockroach Swarm:
400 exp apparently why does that give so much

Mistral:
"There's a time and place for being fascinated with things, and it's not when those things are gnawing at your flesh."

Mistral:
(Anubis, give me strength.) « 1d6*1.5 = 6 * 1.5 = 9.0 »

Dharc:
Dharc is healed and gains 2 hit points.

Mistral:
Mistral is healed and gains 6 hit points.

Dharc:
"They weren't gnawing at MY face, so I had all the time in the world to admire them." Dhorclord squeezes into the passageway, "That said, I hope that's all that was in here."
tirkaroKujo:
and now the moment you've all been waiting for
tirkaroKujo:
dun, dundundun dun dun dun duuun
tirkaroKujo:
dun dun dundunduun dundun duuun duuun

Mistral:
*siiigh* "I'll check for traps."
tirkaroKujo:
dududeelydudileeduuun, psh, dududeeleedududud du duuuun
* Agi rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 10 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 20 » => Invalid expression: « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 10 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 20 ».
tirkaroKujo:
dududeeleedudeely duuun

Mistral:
stop the goddamn drum roll.
tirkaroKujo:
You find no traps

Mistral:
"Should be safe."

Mistral:
"Like the last door."
tirkaroKujo:
So you open it up, and it seems it wasn't trapped after all. A sarcophagus covered in gold leaf rests on a raised stone platform in the center of this chamber. The casket's cover is carved in the likeness of an adult man with his arms crossed over his chest, and covered in a thick coat of dust. Two ornate chests sit beyond the dais in the northeast and southeast corners, and between them stand two large funerary urns.

Dharc:
"We're finally here...hopefully."

Mistral:
"There are any number of ways this could still go wrong."

Mistral:
"Listen for water."

Dharc:
"Well, that's your job, isn't it? Making sure it doesn't?"

Mistral:
"My methods are, as I'm increasingly finding out, not foolproof."
* Agi rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 4 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 14 » « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 6 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 16 » « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 10 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 20 » CHECKIN => Invalid expression: « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 4 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 14 » « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 6 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 16 » « 1d20+4+3+1+1+1 = 10 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 20 » CHECKIN.
tirkaroKujo:
You check around to find something and you find something

Mistral:
THANK FUCKING GOD.

Iron Cobra:
"Year 2000 (and something), it's been long enough, but I've finally witnessed a pair of intruders who wish to defile your holiness. This will be my moment of glory, perhaps my final day on this forsaken plane of existence. Beep boop."

Iron Cobra:
"I am an Iron Cobra, programmed to strike all who enter this chamber at a moment's notice. This is where you die."

Iron Cobra:
« 1d20+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 »

Mistral:
« 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 » "That's interesting - it sounds as though it's intelligent."

Dharc:
« 1d20+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 » "For all we know, it could be. It's amazing, in any case!"
Mistral has received initiative.

Mistral:
"Bless."
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
"As awesome as you are, tin snake, you won't be able to protect your liege today. We're robbing this whole place!" « 1d20+4+1 = 19 + 4 + 1 = 24 »

Dharc:
« 1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20 »

Dharc:
He raises the giant fauchard over his head and stabs through the snake's head! « 1d10+4+1+1d10+4+1 = 2 + 4 + 1 + 9 + 4 + 1 = 21 »

Iron Cobra:
Iron Cobra loses 16 hit points.

Iron Cobra:
"It appears I have rusted past the point of usefullneeeeessss...." The Cobra drones off as it finally breaks down.

Dharc:
"Hahaha! This is MY tomb now! Eh...that didn't come out like I meant it..."

Mistral:
"Agreed... I'd rather leave just the one occupant in this tomb."

Mistral:
"Well done, I'll see to the chests."

Dharc:
He yanks the blade out of the ground, un-piercing the snake's head, "You do that." Also, the sarcophagus itself."

Dharc:
-"

Iron Cobra:
There's a gold leaf decorating the sarcopghagus. Inside of it is probably Akhentepi himself. One of the chests contains Akhentepi's armor, and the other chest holds a disintegrating cloth sack filled with 500 gp, as well as a small, well-preserved darkwood coffer.

Iron Cobra:
Inside the coffer are two potions, an ornate lapis and carnelian pendant, and an assortment of carnelian, lapis lazuli, and turquoise semiprecious stones.

Mistral:
Checkin out those potions « 10+3+2+1+1+1 = 10 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 18 »

Dharc:
"Ooh, armor. Wonder if it'll fit me..."

Iron Cobra:
The potions are potion of darkvision, and a potion of lesser restoration.

Iron Cobra:
The armor is a suit of padded armor it seems. Might hold some magical properties.

Iron Cobra:
Inside the sarcophagus, big daddy A's mummified corpse wears an exquisitely crafted gold funerary mask.

Dharc:
Dharc tries to figure out the armor's magical properties, if it has any

Dharc:
« 1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14 »

Dharc:
god dammit

Iron Cobra:
Well you do know that it's magical. It also seems pretty lightweight and breathable at only 10 pounds.

Dharc:
"Hahahaha....wonderful! We're rich! Filthy rich! I've never seen this much money in my life!"

Iron Cobra:
the urns are made of bronze and appear to have once contained leaves or incense, but now hold nothing more than ashes and dust.

Mistral:
"Ideally we'll be seeing a fair bit more in the coming week." Mistral tips an urn to look into it before letting it fall back halfheartedly. "Let's gather what we can and move it to that chamber with the rope. We'll have a lot of climbing to do tomorrow."

Dharc:
"I'm taknig these urns. Somehow. and there's still more to get! I remember masks and armor in a few of the rooms."

Mistral:
Mistral raises an eyebrow. "If you're sure they're worth your time."

Dharc:
"They're pure bronze. They'll be worth a pretty copper."

Mistral:
"Keep in mind we have to carry whatever we take up a rope that's dangling a dozen feet in the air."

Dharc:
"I'll be fine. At least, I won't turn out like Shek. Hopefully. Or maybe I'll make one of them carry it.."

Mistral:
"I'll be preparing some spells to aid with the transport."

Mistral:
"It might be worth picking up another rope from the market to tie them together."

Dharc:
Dharco grabs the urns by their rims and starts to stagger back toward the room, "Damn...yeah, I can do this."

Dharc:
AND SO AFTER LITERAL EONS OF PUSHING DOORS OPEN

Dharc:
IT'S COME TO THIS.

Mistral:
sup bitch

Sandling:
"GROOOOAFH" I'M DA SANDMAN, BITCH.

Mistral:
"No avoiding it this time."

Sandling:
« 1D20+1 = 8 + 1 = 9 »

Mistral:
« 1d20+2 = 19 + 2 = 21 »

Dharc:
"Ohhh....."

Dharc:
« 1d20+1 = 20 + 1 = 21 »

Dharc:
sweet

Mistral:
« 1d20+2+1 = 7 + 2 + 1 = 10 » there goes my last bamb

Mistral:
« 1d8+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 » get kabambled

Sandling:
Sandling loses 10 hit points.

Sandling:
"groooaAAN"
Mistral has received initiative.
Dharc has received initiative.

Mistral:
"Not enough... I'll start the flow of water again, then."

Dharc:
Dharc drops the pots, and pulls his fauchard off his back, "Don't bother, it's not a threat."

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 3 + 4 = 7 »

Dharc:
okay it's a threawt

Sandling:
« 1d2 = 1 » who gets shrekt

Dharc:
dharcest night

Sandling:
« 1d20+6 = 18 + 6 = 24 » Punches dharc into a stratosphere

Dharc:
only one of them tho

Dharc:
It hits

Sandling:
« 1d8+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 » any of em

Dharc:
Dharc loses 5 hit points.

Sandling:
« 1d3 = 3 » one and your urns break
Mistral has received initiative.

Dharc:
"ARGH! DAmn you! Let's kill it!"

Mistral:
« 1d20+4+1 = 20 + 4 + 1 = 25 » concentration check to cast defensively pls work

Mistral:
it worked

Mistral:
"Dharc, look toward the stairs We're running! Obscuring Mist!"

Mistral:
And then I am booking it.

Sandling:
« 1d4 = 3 » 1 and I miss

Sandling:
« 1d20+6 = 17 + 6 = 23 » FUCKING NORMALFAGS GET THE FUCK OFF MY TOMB

Sandling:
« 1D8+4 = 3 + 4 = 7 » REEEEEEE

Mistral:
Mistral loses 7 hit points.

Mistral:
Mistral takes 2 Injuries.
Dharc has received initiative.

Mistral:
"Ungh... Blasted good for nothing heritage..."

Dharc:
"Oh sure, leave ME to fight him!" Dharc takes a swing, then prepares to run!

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 1 + 4 = 5 »

Dharc:
m

Dharc:
wait

Dharc:
onna my traits

Dharc:
Called: Reroll a natural 1 on Attack Roll 1/day

Dharc:
« 1d5 = 2 » 1 and I miss

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »

Dharc:
that did not help

Dharc:
Dharc takes a FFS backward

Dharc:
"Come and get me!"

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8 » AoO (D)

Dharc:
god damn

Sandling:
He ain't lettin' you get away

Sandling:
« 1d4 = 2 » 1 and doh I miss

Mistral:
"Come and get me - is he still?!"

Mistral:
what a FUCKING MORON

Sandling:
« 1d20+6 = 11 + 6 = 17 » GET OVER HERE

Sandling:
« 1d8+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 » FUCKING NORMIES

Dharc:
Dharc loses 4 hit points.
Mistral has received initiative.

Mistral:
« 1d6*1.5 = 3 * 1.5 = 4.5 » CHANNEL ENERGY I GUESS

Mistral:
YOU SHITFUCK

Dharc:
"Agh...shit..."

Dharc:
Dharc is healed and gains 4 hit points.
Dharc has received initiative.

Mistral:
"Are you that deluded of your own strength? You should have ran when you could!"

Dharc:
"..Oh wait! I got this!" Dharc steps backward again, and waves his hand, "I call thee, my weakest, most pathetic servant of shadow! SKULL SERVANT!"
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Skull Servant:
kiiilll meeee

Skull Servant:
Imma kill u first tho

Skull Servant:
SMITE

Skull Servant:
EVIL

Skull Servant:
« 1d20+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 » « 1d20+2 = 19 + 2 = 21 » die pls

Skull Servant:
sweet

Skull Servant:
« 1d5 = 1 » pls

Skull Servant:
damn.

Sandling:
« 1d4 = 2 » omg

Sandling:
« 1d20+6 = 19 + 6 = 25 » FUCKING NORMIES

Skull Servant:
Yeah

Skull Servant:
that hits

Sandling:
« 1d8+4 = 3 + 4 = 7 »

Skull Servant:
Skull Servant loses 2 hit points.

Mistral:
Create.

Mistral:
Water.

Sandling:
Nuuuooooo
Mistral has received initiative.

Sandling:
2 gallons is all you need apparently

Sandling:
Sandling is now slowed, as in the slowed spell

Mistral:
Mistral points into the mist with her symbol and condenses it into its liquid form!

Dharc:
"Ey, ey! Good girl! I might just not die, after all. But, uh, I was trying to give you time to run..."
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
You know what, fuck it

Mistral:
"Oh, don't give me that. I need you to carry things."

Dharc:
bardic performance

Dharc:
turn is done

Skull Servant:
« 1d20+3 = 14 + 3 = 17 » « 1d20+3 = 15 + 3 = 18 »

Mistral:
"Call out if you need another Channeling, I'm trying to stay out of its reach!"

Dharc:
Dharc's cape begins to billow, and his shadow starts to move, "Skull Servant! Dead Bones attack!"

Skull Servant:
« 1d4+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 » « 1d4+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 »

Skull Servant:
mfw 5 DR

Sandling:
yep

Sandling:
move along

Skull Servant:
mip

Sandling:
« 1d5 = 5 » REEEEE

Skull Servant:
but

Skull Servant:
Skull Servant is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Skull Servant:
fast healing bitch

Sandling:
« 1d20+5 = 14 + 5 = 19 »

Skull Servant:
Hits the skrilly

Sandling:
« 1d8+4 = 8 + 4 = 12 »

Skull Servant:
Skull Servant loses 7 hit points.

Skull Servant:
Skrillex explodes!
Mistral has received initiative.
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Mistral:
Death's kiss on self, I need heals.
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Back to plan A! Most pathetic servant of the underworld! Boy I wish I had your King on call! Skull Servant!"
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Skull Servant:
yo

Skull Servant:
« 1d20+3 = 14 + 3 = 17 » « 1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 »

Skull Servant:
« 1d5 = 1 »

Skull Servant:
god

Skull Servant:
dammit

Sandling:
??? Sandling is just confused at the fact that skelex there just doesn't die so it just gives up

Sandling:
It's slowed for only 1 round -dundunduuun-

Dharc:
Hey I threatened that area

Dharc:
« 1d20+4+1 = 20 + 4 + 1 = 25 »

Dharc:
aw yeh

Dharc:
« 1d20+4+1 = 11 + 4 + 1 = 16 »

Skull Servant:
Oh hey I get one too

Dharc:
« 1d10+6+1+1 = 8 + 6 + 1 + 1 = 16 »

Skull Servant:
« 1d20+3 = 15 + 3 = 18 »

Skull Servant:
« 1d4+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 »

Dharc:
« 1d5 = 4 »

Skull Servant:
« 1d5 = 4 »

Sandling:
Sandling loses 11 hit points.

Sandling:
FFFFFUUUUCK YOU « 1d4 = 2 »

Mistral:
h-hi

Sandling:
« 1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22 » *bitchslaps yo ass*

Dharc:
"Oh, son of a bitch! Get your ass bac--it's gone."

Sandling:
« 1d6+4 = 2 + 4 = 6 » FUCKING NORMIES

Mistral:
Mistral loses 6 hit points.
Mistral has received initiative.
Dharc has received initiative.

Mistral:
aand there goes the healer

Sandling:
My work here is done

Mistral:
"Guuooooh"

Mistral:
there's your sound

Dharc:
"Hey! Missy! Are you still conscious?"

Sandling:
HELL NAW SHE AINT BITCH

Dharc:
"Guess that's a no... I'll end this quickly!" By dying

Dharc:
« 1d20+4+1 = 1 + 4 + 1 = 6 »

Dharc:
m

Mistral:
you had one job

Mistral:
"don't suck"

Skull Servant:
I HAVE THAT JOB NOW

Skull Servant:
« 1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15 » DIE

Skull Servant:
FUCK

Skull Servant:
SKRIGGITY SKOOGITY, WE'RE FUCKED

Sandling:
« 1D5 = 3 »

Sandling:
« 1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22 » FUCKING NORMIE SKELETON

Skull Servant:
ow

Sandling:
« 1d8+4 = 7 + 4 = 11 » GTFO

Skull Servant:
Skull Servant loses 5 hit points.

Dharc:
"You suck!"

Dharc:
thx m8

Dharc:
« 1d20+4+1 = 11 + 4 + 1 = 16 »

Dharc:
damn it
Mistral has received initiative.
Dharc has received initiative.

Mistral:
Mistral loses 1 hit points.

Dharc:
Five foot step

Dharc:
SUMMON SKRILLEX
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Skull Servant:
Eat my ass

Skull Servant:
« 1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 » « 1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13 »

Skull Servant:
shit

Skull Servant:
I don't get paid enough for this

Sandling:
FFFFFUUCK « 1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14 »

Sandling:
« 1d5 = 2 »
Mistral has received initiative.

Mistral:
« 1d20 = 17 » dee twenty plus con mod

Mistral:
ohey

Skull Servant:
Doesn't hit

Mistral:
Mistral is healed and gains 1 hit points.

Skull Servant:
Eat my ass
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
« 1d20+4+1 = 19 + 4 + 1 = 24 » "Missy, where aaaareee you?"

Dharc:
« 1d20+4+1 = 1 + 4 + 1 = 6 »

Dharc:
« 1d5 = 3 »

Dharc:
« 1d10+6+1+1 = 4 + 6 + 1 + 1 = 12 »

Sandling:
Sandling loses 7 hit points.

Sandling:
Nuuuooo fucking nooormiiiiesss

Sandling:
300 remaining exp

Dharc:
"Finally! I'd take the coffin over this thing any day."

Dharc:
Dharc steps over the supersand remains, "Oh, there's your...lifeless corpse. Really did a number on you, huh..."

Skull Servant:
skrig skroogity

Dharc:
"Now, how do I do this, again...oh, right!" Dhorclord takes out a little vial from his component pouch, "This devil's blood was super hard to get ahold of, but I'm sure it'll be worth it. Infernal Healing!"

Dharc:
you gain fast healing 1 for 1 minute

Dharc:
or ten rounds

Mistral:
Mistral is healed and gains 10 hit points.

Skull Servant:
and poof i am the gone

Mistral:
"Ugh... I feel pain everywhere. That's probably a good sign."

Dharc:
"Hey there, deadcheeks. I healed you! Aren't I the greatest?"

Mistral:
"On some level, it's appreciated, but on another, if you'd ran in the first place you wouldn't have NEEDED to heal me!"

Mistral:
"But what's done is done, I suppose - you eventually dispatched it, then?"
Sandling:
as you can tell by ALL THE SAND EVERYWHERE

Dharc:
"Of course. It was the only tough opponent here, but that doesn't make it a match for me!"

Dharc:
"No...none, mortal or accursed construct, can match my might! Aaahahahaha!
Sandling:
Well it depends
Sandling:
do you look at the mirror
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Mistral:
yes (waiting)

Dharc:
"I summon thee, steed of dreamscape torment! Nightmare Horse!" its shit

Nightmare Horse:
>carrying all this shit

Nightmare Horse:
god dammit
Sandling:
Well that asshole is still there, and your faces in the mirror have devolved from a disapproving stare to an outright furious scowl
Sandling:
and now a fortitude save

Mistral:
fek

Mistral:
« 1d20+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 »

Mistral:
fek

Dharc:
"Hey, stop messing around. We've got a room to get to!"
Sandling:
you just barely escape with your dignity intact, as well as Akhentepi just giving a defeated look and sulking back behind the mirror
Sandling:
your faces in the mirror are now back to normal

Mistral:
« 1d6*1.5 = 6 * 1.5 = 9.0 » "Last channel of the day, I'm spent."

Mistral:
Mistral is healed and gains 3 hit points.

Dharc:
Dharc is healed and gains 5 hit points.

Dharc:
"Appreciate it. Now if you'll excuse me, there's more to grab..."

Dharc:
Dharc dumps the pots and puts some of his heavier shit - like the bedrolls - on the ground next to them, "Could you lay those out while I scout around? I think there's only one place to truly check...maybe two."

Mistral:
"Of course."

Dharc:
"Ooh, why didn't I take these before?" Dharc grabs the shit outta them shields
Sandling:
the shield ont he right is a light wooden shield, bearing ancient osiriani hieroglyphs. The right wooden shield on the left does not appear to be Osirian in origin, and the center shield is unusual in that it is a light steel shield shaped like a scarab, matching the one borne by Akhentepi in the engravings on the doors before.

Dharc:
Gonna lug all dis shit back there

Dharc:
And then use Detect Magic

Mistral:
I'll be Comprehending Languages once he brings daaaaaa books in
Sandling:
These things aint magic son jfc

Mistral:
Ant Haul etc.

Mistral:
CE Shield

Dharc:
And now to summon my eidolon

Dharc:
Dharc draws out his millennium eye symbol, and chants his incantation

Dharc:
I SUMMON THEE MY IMMORTAL SERVANT OF SHADOW; CRUSADER OF RUIN AND TYRANT OVERLORD TO THE DEMON WORLD: GUARDIAN BAOU!
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Servant:
After you've successfully explored the site, you have a bit of choice given to you; You may hurry on to selling all your goods, and you should report back to the Grand Mausoleum to receive your next assignment. (OR WILL YOU?)

Baou:
ey nigga

Dharc:
"So which one came this ti--Ohhh...."

Mistral:
"'Crusader of ruin and tyrant overlord?' And that's what you're summoning to help us carry groceries?"

Dharc:
"Hey, don't blame me! They just show up!"

Servant:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_snN5fRL9sM BARIBARIBARIBARIBARI

Servant:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_snN5fRL9sM

Mistral:
"But you just said it. Out loud. I heard you."

Dharc:
"What're you talking about? I just draw the circle!"

Mistral:
"There may be more going on here... no matter. Is this one capable of climbing a rope?"

Baou:
Crocodile Bayou hesitates for a second as he's summoned, then points to Mistral, "That's who I get to kill? They look...weak. Pitifully so. This won't satisfy me..."

Dharc:
"Aw, no! Not today, at least... Nope, I need you to carry things up this rope."

Mistral:
"Cute." Mistral looks up the 10 feet to the rope dangling in the air. "Now, I've prepared a couple Ant Hauls for us to make it in as few trips as possible. I can make it up there on my own with an extract of Jump and go to town to get another rope if necessary."

Mistral:
"In fact, I should probably do that anyway, no sense in us waiting around."

Baou:
"Will the annoying white one ever shut up? I truly can't kill it?" Baou starts grabbing shit, forced to obey Dharc

Mistral:
"Oh, this one's quite the charmer, isn't it?"

Dharc:
"At least he speaks. Having Shekhinaga around makes me lonely..."
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Tokens dropped onto map 'Tomb of Akhentepi' by player Thrice (Player)
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Dharc:
http://freefantasymaps.org/slipshod-inn-tavern/

Mistral:
so yeah, heading back to town, grabbing another rope, heading back

Servant:
On the first night after the opening of the necropolis, several of the adventuring groups exploring the necropolis gather together in an inn called the Tooth and Hookah, or so you overhear. You also overhear a rumor that another group present has some information on the lottery or the distribution of exploration sites....

Servant:
So Wati itself is split into the City of the Living, and City of the Dead, AKA the necropolis where this tomb is located. It gets rather dangerous at night here for very clear reasons...

Baou:
« 1d10+1 = 10 + 1 = 11 »

Mistral:
zambles?

Baou:
dayum

Dharc:
« 1d8+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »

Servant:
In all, there's about 6 districts, with the necropolis serving as an unofficial seventh district.

Dharc:
fuck.

Servant:
There's the Asp, a long winding district of low buildings and twisting alleyways running along Wati's southern edge; Bargetown, where Wati's unwashed masses, heretics,a nd down on their luck foreigners gather in this semipermanent floating district literally built atop the River Sphinx; Widwife, the heart o Wati, cradling most of the city's temples, markets, and professional artisans; Morning Sun, where the majority of Wati's noble estates sit, on a small rise west of Midwife; Outer Farms, west of Wati, beyond the stable sandstone shelf on which the city rests, where miles of silty, verdant farmland stretch along the banks of the Crook River; and The Veins, Wati's harbor district nestled between Midwife and Bargetown, with stacks block upon block of woodcarvers, tar kilns, warehouses, and whatever shanties can be crammed between them.

Servant:
And of course the necropolis, which might take a little exploring to map out...

Servant:
*Midwife, along with all those other typos

Servant:
http://i.imgur.com/PrMxtJR.jpg?1

Servant:
HEAURH IS DA MAHP

Millenium Radio:
NOW PLAYING Arabian Dream https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrTr0jdVvFM

Millenium Radio:
NOW PLAYING A Day in Agrabah https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs4Qp1mbnyc

Servant:
shit scratch that first one I meant to play this one

Dharc:
nah nah

Dharc:
i got dabess

Dharc:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEfC325HplI

Mistral:
"To the market, then. Hopefully it's not already saturated."

Dharc:
« 1d20+7 = 1 + 7 = 8 » Spellcraft to identify the properties of that armor

Dharc:
that

Dharc:
did not work

Mistral:
"Still working on figuring out that armor?"

Mistral:
"I could have an extract prepared to help identify it if you gave me a few minutes."

Dharc:
"Yeah. It's not going very well."

Beed:
The market is indeed quite crowded over, but it could have been worse. "HOI! Here, I'll buy your goodies at a high price!" It seems there are plenty of opportunist marketeers looking to find the grandest valuables out of this event.

Falto:
"Hey, hey! How much do you think we could get outta this uh...what is this again?"

Mistral:
right, veil's back up cuz fuck showing this face in public

Serai:
"Geez, it's a sacred carpet, what else could it be?"

Falto:
"Right! A carpet, how foolish could I have been? Why, I was once a carpenter myself in my youth!"

Dharc:
"Aw, man, these guys got a magic carpet! Or wait, is it one of those plain carpets?"

Serai:
"That's not what a carpenter means, dumbass!"

Falto:
"Trust me, I'm a professional. This carpet is at -least- 25% magic!"
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Beed:
"Hooo? Can you prove that?"

Dharc:
Masterwork Longbow 375 gp 1d8 x3 100 ft. P 3 lbs. Arrows, Cold Iron (10) 1 gp — — — — 1.5 lbs. Gold Scarab Clasp ? gp - onyx and silver Pharasma symbol 1 lb. silver hand mirror ? gp - Urn of Nard ? gp 5 lbs. Akhentepi's Armor ? gp 10 lbs. ornate lapis and carnelian pendant, and carnelian, lapis lazuli, and turquoise semiprecious stones. Potion of Darkvision 50 gp 1 lb. Potion of Lesser Res. 50 gp 1 lb. Akhentepi's Fun. Mask ? gp 5 lbs. Longbow, composite 100 gp 1d8 x3 110 ft. 3 lbs. Khopesh 20 gp 1d8 19-20/×2 — S 8 lbs. Spear 2 gp 1d8 x3 20 ft. 6 lbs. Shield, light wooden 3 gp +1 not Osirian –1 5% 5 lbs. Shield, light wooden 3 gp +1 — –1 5% 5 lbs. Shield, light steel scarab 9 gp +1 — –1 5% 6 lbs. 2 Bronze Urns

Beed:
This area by the way is called the Sunburst Maket, it's an enormous open air market that forms the bustling heart of Wati. It can be quite a tizzy to navigate, so for the sake of simplicity, just assume I'm like a billion merchants at the same time.

Mistral:
spooky.
Mistral: (( having to balance charging my phone, headset, and laptop as well as my bathroom needs is proving to be difficult ))

Beed:
Silver hand mirror is worth 35 gp, the urn of nard is worth 75 gp, Akhentepi's armor is a real jackpot at 5235 GP

Mistral:
yeah uh

Mistral:
yeah.

Mistral:
Dharc, wanna take this Identify thing

Mistral:
+10 to identify

Mistral:
see why the hell he's offering that much

Beed:
anyway the assortment of stones is also worth 55 gp

Dharc:
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's worth that much?! I knew it was magic, but...veils be damned, THAT magic?"

Beed:
the pendant is 70 gp

Mistral:
"Calm down, Dharc, that's not how one barters...""

Dharc:
"I don't care about bartering. That's an incredibly specific number, I don't think he's trying to undershot us here."

Beed:
"Hoo? Do you not know? That armor is not only a highly sought after artifact, but contains some reeeaaal intense magic properties...."

Ariana:
"Hmm, yes, a quick identification indicates this is indeed the special armor that allowed gave Akhentepi his trademark ability to detect a sense of impending danger once per day, as well as top-of-the-line initiative speed! C'mon, is that too stingy for you?"

Mistral:
"That's... a rather excellent ability for a political leader to have."

Falto:
"Hooo? And what about this precious magic stone I found in the chamber?"

Beed:
It's 50gp

Ariana:
"That is indeed...*closely examines* King Balopamop's precious pet rock Steve."

Ariana:
That mask is worth 500gp

Ariana:
"Woah! This shield is really something special!" The local magic expert closely examines the Scarab shaped shield.

Ariana:
"Yes, it's said this shield grants its wielder fear against death, and can even heal its user! Also great anti-swarm technology built in..."

Dharc:
"That sounds super useful."

Ariana:
That was awkward wording, I should have said courage against death

Ariana:
basically it gives a saving bonus against fear and death effects

Dharc:
unfortunately i can't fucking use shields

Ariana:
"Yes, I could use it myself too. I'll buy it off you for 4000 gp, take it or leave it."

Dharc:
Well, I can't cast SUMMONER spells while using it

Dharc:
"You sure strike hard bargains, huh... Have you any magical weapons or armor for sale? Maybe we can strike a deal."

Mistral:
I'll go ahead and Detect Magic on that Pharasman holy symbol now that I have it prepared

Mistral:
who knows, maybe it's special

Ariana:
The merchant stretches out and over her counter. "Mmnn, I'm not quite in the mood for barter today, but sure, I'll make an exception for you. What's it you need for today? I got plenty of goods to go around."

Dharc:
"Mwahaha...you've good judgment. Chain mail, caestus, fauchards... Honestly, any magical, light armor would aid me."

Ariana:
Ariana's spoils include a Lance of Jousting, an Adamantine Dagger, a quiver of Sizzling Arrows, a Hidden Blade, a Zombie's Skin Shield, a Sea Banshee Coat, and Gloom Mail.

Ariana:
The Onyx and Silver holy symbol is worth 100gp

Dharc:
"Hmm...what properties do these items have?" Dharc points out the Banshee Coat and the Gloom Mail

Mistral:
Misty puts the symbol away for later and starts tallying the total sales

Mistral:
« 35+75+5235+55+70+50+500+4000 = 35 + 75 + 5235 + 55 + 70 + 50 + 500 + 4000 = 10020 »

Mistral:
"Is there a wand merchant nearby?"

Mistral:
« (10020+600)/2 = (10020 + 600) / 2 = 5310 »

Beed:
"Oh yes, this shield is, uh..."

Serai:
"This? It's a shield used by tribes in the Mwangi Expanse."

Beed:
Oh, yes! Far to the south...eh, I'll give about 50gp for it."

Dharc:
how could you forget her theme or whatever it is

Dharc:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcZ-a3Anclw

Dharc:
"Hmm...I have to wonder why it was there in the first place. I'm not sure I want to sell it right now."

Dharc:
"Well, I don't think I have use of any of this...but, I will sell to you. I need that armor and shield just as little."

Dharc:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5oPf97KpnM

Khiz:
"Aye...wands...I knew a man who specialized quite well in wands...but he sadly passed onto the necropolis a few months ago and never returned...I'm nowhere near his level, but I can try my hand."

Beed:
The Urns are quite the item, but sadly stuff like it is quite common, and typically go for about 20gp

Mistral:
@ Dharc: "I won't pretend I lived up to my side of the bargain on that expedition. I owe you a great deal. We can make the split 60/40 in your favor if you're fine with that."

Mistral:
« 10620*0.4 = 10620 * 0.4 = 4248.0 »

Dharc:
"I don't see a problem with it. No matter how much work I did, that's a lot better than being homeless..."

Mistral:
"I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sure your master was a good man. Was he a divine or arcane magician?"

Khiz:
"Arcane, no doubt, but he wasn't entirely clueless on the divine either. A man of many talents he was..."

Khiz:
The wands he has are quite basic, just wands of Cure Light Wounds, Jump, Hide from Undead, and Chill Touch.

Dharc:
okay so like does anyone specialize in upgrading armor

Dharc:
or magic armor in general

Dharc:
or, hell

Dharc:
armor

Dharc:
anyone got chain shirts

Beed:
"There was definitely a better armor guy around here before, but he seems to be absent now...but don't worry, I have some of the basics." Beed does at least have all the basic light and medium armors listed, but nothing beyond that.

Dharc:
"Any idea where this better guy went?"

Beed:
"If I knew, I'd tell you first thing. Your best bet is to just wait for now..."

Dharc:
"Eh...well, in the meantime, give me some lamellar. And I can trade this in...I won't be using it from now on."

Beed:
"Then I'll be happy to take it off your hands..."

Khiz:
wands are about 500gp each here

Mistral:
"One of Jump and one of Cure Light Wounds, then. I should never have to prepare Jump again, that'll be a load off my mind."

Ariana:
The market is running a little low on the magic items so far, but you can find a Potion of Cat's Grace, a Dust of Illusion, a Pirate's Eye Patch, an Anatomy Doll, a jar of Dowsing Syrup, a Scabbard of Vigor, a Horn of Fog, a Clamor Box, and Challenger's Gloves.

Dharc:
woman's true appearance

Dharc:
http://yugioh.wikia.com/wiki/Dog_Marron

Mistral:
http://kotaku.com/age-of-empires-ii-a-game-from-1999-is-getting-another-1696885448

Dharc:
Dharc uses his expert door-opening skills to blast his way into the tavern, "Hoo-wee, there are tons of people here."

Mistral:
"It's a nice change of pace. I'll be... somewhere over there if you need me."

Mad Dog Marin:
The Tooth and Hookah tavern is of course where most of the adventurers from all around the world are gathering, and they seem to be quite a loud and rowdy bunch, the kind you'd expect from an expedition such as this. The atmosphere seems to be fiercely competitive beneath all the drunken swagger.

Dharc:
"So where's the bartender?"
Tokens dropped onto map 'Tomb of Akhentepi' by player Thrice (Player)
Tokens dropped onto map 'Tomb of Akhentepi' by player Thrice (Player)

Traveling Androgyny:
both of these kind of make me look like a woman

Mistral:
Misty grabs a tall glass of water and slinks into a small table of her own.

Alesha:
"The Bartender, OooooOO?" These two ladies seem to be dancing their hearts out around the bar, as seem to be usual procedure for them.

Aleshi:
"Hu-yes! Tend to my wounds, and tears! Time tends us all in the end! Tend to me, o time!"

Dharc:
yay new clothes that haven't been there for 70 years

Sigrund Firehair:
With the final dancer jumping on the table, enacting a much more brutal and feral dancing style which nearly makes a mess of the whole bloody place. "In the bar, SILLY! Where do yu THINK? Such an OBVIOUS quesiton must obviously have a...OOH! OOH! AAH! WOOO! AGENDAAAA!"

Mistral:
just gonna pull out my book and study up on Osiriani, surely no one will bother me

Mistral:
surely no one.

Black Kiss:
While you're overthere, you over-hear this group talking amongst itself. It seems these two got paralyzed by ghouls in the necropolis.

Dharc:
Dharc laughs cheerily, and starts to speak, with his voice starting off super happy but slowly degrading into a sort of low, almost threatening baritone, with his eyes narrowing at the end, "Huh, now I see where Baou was coming from. People can be really annoying! See, when I ask for the bartender...I want the bartender. If they're somewhere else, it would be grand of you to tell me where that is." He then blinks a bit, and his voice is normal again "Uh...can you help me out, please? I just want a drink and to talk about everyone's escapades."

Alesha:
"Aaaa? Really, it should be obvious! Let us show you~!"

Aleshi:
"Wala waki warushiii!" The two girls begin to dance in place, as magic begins to envelop you....

Aleshi:
...and you somehow teleport to the counter. How magical.
tirkaroKujo:
The other side of the counter just contains a single hand popping out. "H-hi...." the whoever behind the counter mutters.

Bartender:
"Wh-what would you like...?"

Dharc:
"What in the world? Are you stuck down there?"

Bartender:
"Do not disrespect my life choices you."
Thrice is disconnected.
Agi is disconnected.