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	Mary: 	Pee tee why
Thrice: 	Nope
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	Halfling: 	guess I might as well figure out what feat I want or something
Thrice: 	nigga don't even play for endgame
Thrice: 	IE, level 6
Thrice: 	plan*
Thrice: 	Cause there's no way we'll be getting to level 6
Thrice: 	That's just a far off dream
	Halfling: 	we should be getting to level 2 this session or next (fedup)
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Thrice: 	>Experience: 1035 Next Level: 2000
Thrice: 	We need 965 exp
Thrice: 	we average 200 a session
	Halfling: 	yeah, but we're FIGHTING things (D)
Thrice: 	yeah, naw
Thrice: 	We got LESS THAN THAT
Thrice: 	IN THE SESSION WE FOUGHT THINGS
	Halfling: 	and tirk maaay or may not give us a small amount of bonus XP or something for last session, though prolly not
Thrice: 	However MT dos not seem to be operational
	Halfling: 	shall I get on Skype
	Halfling: 	or are you still eating
Thrice: 	I am eating
	Halfling: 	really man, you shouldn't need to take more than three minutes to eat anything
Thrice: 	but see no reason why this would interfere with Skype
	Halfling: 	it's just not logical
Thrice: 	I don't NEED to
Thrice: 	But I want to
Thrice: 	Hell yo uain't even online
	Halfling: 	nope, went to go grab my crap and head outside
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tirkaroKujo: 	Praise the sun!
tirkaroKujo: 	So let's follow up on the previous session somehow
Mary: (( I think we'd all just finished deciding we'd go to... Ciel's whatever it was next ))
Mary: (( but had not left the house ))
tirkaroKujo: 	So you decide to follow Ciel's map
Thrice: 	we could load the map up
Thrice: 	and check
Mary: (( think we might still need to buy supplies ))
Mary: (( general store might be recovered *shrug* ))
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	LungeFish: 	exactly
Ivan: (( Flewich exists BTW ))
tirkaroKujo: 	And so I killed the map and you are free to do whatever on earth you wanted last time
Mary: (( Ivan: Well...I don't think it's me that has to worry about that, actually... Ivan: I know how to handle myself! And I don't like getting near hostiles... Mary: It fine. Mary: Get healing potions at shop yesterday. Ivan: Ah, there were a couple in that backpack, too..not sure how I missed those the first time around, but I'll take it! ))
Mary: (( I guess that's where we ended ))
Ivan: (( 4 ))
Ivan: (( So yes, seems we were heading to go map things ))
Mary: (( not checking out the general store? Alright ))
Ivan: (( But again, may as well check and see if the general store spontaneously recovered ))
	Mary: 	*faaast traaavel*
Ivan: (( are we allowed to FT ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The general store seems to be recovering nicely, though it's a bit understocked
	Sero: 	"Ah, welcome. I deeply apologize for the shortage, but as you can see, we've been having some hard times."
	Mary: 	Yes, understand.
	Ivan: 	Hahaha, no worries!
	Ivan: 	Well...could I see what you DO have in stock, then?
	Ivan: 	*Looks around store* « 1d20+2 = 19 + 2 = 21 »
Ivan: (( Totally had to ))
Mary: (( you are the best at roll wasting ))
	Mary: 	« 1d20-1 = 4 - 1 = 3 » here, let me recharge for later
Mary: (( that's how you do it ))
	Ciel: 	*glances about*
tirkaroKujo: 	Lined on the walls are trail and common rations, Artisans and Cold Weather outfits, Pots, pans, fishing nets, compasses, bells, whistles, a hemp rope, an abacus, and a few hammers.
	Mary: 	...could use that. *points to compass*
	Mary: 	What cost?
	Sero: 	"I'll give it to you for 8 GP."
	Ivan: 	Hm, do you have any paper around? Parchment, especially? Or a book, really.
	Mary: 	Well... okay.
	Ivan: 	Er, a BLANK book! Like a spellbook or something.
	Sero: 	"Paper? Well, I do have these spare notebooks."
	Ciel: 	Spellbook?
	Sero: 	"They'll go for 1 GP each."
	Ivan: 	Well, they're manufactured for spells, of course, but it's a neatly bound one hundred sheets of parchment! They're actually very handy for painting!
	Mary: 	Oh, that remind me! You need show Ciel your magic chalk! (Aside @ Ciel) It glows in the dark!
	Ciel: 	Magic...chalk?
	Ivan: 	Uhh..later, yeah!
	Ivan: 	When we actually need it...
	Mary: 	Right.
	Ivan: 	But sure, I'll take a couple of notebooks! How many pages are they, then?
	Sero: 	"About..." the owner flips through one a bit. "I'd say...60 pages each?"
	Ivan: 	Alright, that'll do! I'll take three of them, then...don't want to go running out again...
Ciel: (( Why would they make them for spells though if the Jews outlawed magic? (D) ))
Ivan: (( There's a licensed magician in town (D) ))
Mary: (( . . . I did indeed just realize that, that seems weird, but alright ))
	Mary: 	...have enough food for two days. Should be back before then.
Mary: (( Skype ))
Mary: (( is also available ))
Ivan: (( And I'm just... ))
Mary: (( unless you're watching TV ))
Ivan: (( Medium encumberance ))
Mary: (( well don't be ))
Ivan: (( -e ))
	Ciel: 	You must paint a lot, Ivan.
	Mary: 	Have enough paint for those books?
	Ivan: 	Every chance I get, yes!
	Ivan: 	I do, yes...I've more than enough paint, actually.
	Ivan: 	Well, do you two need anything else from here?
	Mary: 	No, I fine.
Ivan: (( oh god ))
Ivan: (( this just..lowers my AC ))
	Mary: 	Actually, fishing net useful, too.
tirkaroKujo: 	Well yes
	Ciel: 	I believe I am fine.
Ivan: (( as max dex bonus is +3 when encumbered ))
tirkaroKujo: 	moving slower does indeed lower your dex bonus
tirkaroKujo: 	who would have guessed
Mary: (( man, this is why you LET US CARRY SOME CRAP ))
	Mary: 	How much for net?
Ivan: (( I'm not a total ass, man (D) ))
Ivan: (( I'm not gonna make two chicks carry all my shit ))
Mary: (( like it matters, as Mary at least is going to offer once you start dragging your feet ))
Ivan: (( I...move at the same rate as Ciel ))
Ivan: (( So no, no she's not gonna even notice with her 8 wis ))
Mary: (( sad ))
	Sero: 	"The net? That'll cost 5 Gp."
Mary: (( well, once she does then. ))
	Mary: 	No problem.
	Mary: 	*purchases*
	Mary: 	That do me. We ready?
	Ivan: 	I am!
	Ciel: 	Affirmative
	Mary: 	*finishes putting crap away, ties sacks up*
tirkaroKujo: 	So you finish shopping for the time being
tirkaroKujo: 	What do you do now
Ivan: (( we go map things ))
	Mary: 	*got my compass, let's follow this bitch* (D)
Ivan: (( dora the explorin' ))
tirkaroKujo: 	So I assume you proceed to follow the map thoroughly.
	Ciel: 	According to the map, and the Father, we should head south.
	Ivan: 	South it is!
	Mary: 	*pulls out compass* South... that way.
	Mary: 	*screw you, I ain't rolling for that*
Ivan: (( « 1d4 = 2 » which way'd she point, north then clockwise ))
Ivan: (( East, claled it ))
tirkaroKujo: 	So you move on South towards the direction of the map, over a small hill and through an insignifigant lake.
	Ivan: 	>THROUGH
tirkaroKujo: 	Yes, you swam through
tirkaroKujo: 	And you all drowned, tpk
	Mary: 	« 1d20+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »
	Ivan: 	WELL SHIT THERE GO THOSE NOTEPADS
	Ivan: 	« 1d20+2 = 12 + 2 = 14 »
tirkaroKujo: 	But no, travelling further, you see a large, open graveyard.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's pretty huge and forboding, but it's not really in your way, and the daytime sheen gives it a peaceful look.
	Mary: 	Um... you sure this the right place? Or we not there yet?
	Ivan: 	I for one am going to hope this is the very WRONG place!
	Ciel: 	We have not yet reached our destination to my knowledge. *examines map*
	Ivan: 	Well, good.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's only to the side of your current path. Where the graveyard is marked leaves you only about 2 miles behind your destination.
	Ciel: 	We have no need to head into to this graveyard.
Ivan: (( in tutu ))
Ivan: (( we ballerina now ))
	Ivan: 	Alright, well, lead the way...
	Mary: 	*looks around for any markings to indicate what the graveyard might be for* « 1d20-1 = 11 - 1 = 10 »
Ivan: (( for dead people ))
Ivan: (( to have tea parties in ))
Mary: (( you nigger ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It appears ot be a standard graveyard, where the dead are put to rest. Plenty of headstones and shrines stick out of the ground.
Mary: (( no name to it? ))
Mary: (( a church nearby, or just... randomly there, by the side of the road ))
tirkaroKujo: 	There's probably a mortuary somewhere, but you cannot see it from here.
Ivan: (( IT'S A GRAVEYARD, THE LESS TIME WE SPEND PLAYING CARRION CROWN THE BETTER ))
Ivan: (( MOVING ON (D) ))
	Mary: 	*fine, whatever*
	Mary: 	*we go*
Ivan: (( How long have we been traveling ))
tirkaroKujo: 	So you continue onto the path, going over yet another hill. It is now around noon to early afternoon.
	Ciel: 	Mary. Where are you from? Everyone keeps mentioning "Red Hell" around you. What is this, "Red Hell?"
Mary: (( well, one sec then ))
* Thrice rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11 » Welp, what's Red Hell => Invalid expression: « 1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11 » Welp, what's Red Hell.
tirkaroKujo: 	Along the way, you come across an area with many knocked down trees and a single horse lying on the ground, dead. The area utterly reeks with bombfire. Sadly, this seems to be right on the path the map describes.
tirkaroKujo: 	^just getting that outta the way
	Ivan: 	>BOMBFIRE
	Ivan: 	GOD DAMMIT TIRK
tirkaroKujo: 	Bomb smoke?
tirkaroKujo: 	Bomb smog?
	Mary: 	That complicated. Red Hell place in Taleros, it make sense people think I from there. Many Barbarian tribes from there.
tirkaroKujo: 	Bomb...however one would describe the remaining stench of exploded bombs?
Ivan: (( well I read that as it was supposed to be a bonfire ))
Ivan: (( but uh ))
Ivan: (( gunpowder ))
	Mary: 	But no, I live with Renald for long time, at his place near Ferdinand.
Ivan: (( would work fine as a smell descriptor ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Bomb powder
tirkaroKujo: 	good enough
	Mary: 	Before then... well, very long time ago.
	Mary: 	VERY long time ago.
You whisper to Thrice: Red Hell is a deserted wasteland to the far, far west of North Taleros. It's host to many uncivilized tribes.
	Ciel: 	Then your home was near my home.
	Mary: 	Oh? You live in the city, then?
	Ivan: 	Uhh...anyone but me notice the whole...
	Ivan: 	Everything in front of us?
Mary: (( I figured we were having this conversation on the way there ))
Mary: (( (tipsy) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Indeed Agi has the right idea
tirkaroKujo: 	Didn't think I'd have to say it out loud, but whatev
Ivan: (( we just...ignore it until we're rightthere alright ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Hence why I said ^just getting that out of the way
Ivan: (( Ah ))
Ivan: (( Then NVM ))
tirkaroKujo: 	As you were then rolling all of the knowledge checks
	Ciel: 	I lived in the church there, yes.
	Ciel: 	But I apologize, I did not mean to interrupt
Mary: (( guess we notice the whatever now, dammit PC why do you have to confuse things like this ))
Ivan: (( I... ))
Ivan: (( I said nevermind ))
Ivan: (( are you daft ))
Mary: (( You... were you talking to Mary or Ivan there, MT ))
tirkaroKujo: 	So yes, now you notice what I just described
Ivan: (( well dammit Tirk (D) ))
Ivan: (( Now they're going to blame me ))
Ivan: (( You ass tard ))
Mary: (( naw, blame Skype ))
	Mary: 	Bigger interruption ahead, look like.
tirkaroKujo: 	I don't know WHAT the fuck is going on.jpg
tirkaroKujo: 	To be specific, the dead horse appears to be pelted with spears, daggers, and pikes.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's also wearing a now blood-stained fanciful saddle and some armor platings, something you would expect from royalty.
tirkaroKujo: 	Nobility indeed
* Thrice rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+3 = 13 + 3 = 16 » There any recognizable coat of arms or some such => Invalid expression: « 1d20+3 = 13 + 3 = 16 » There any recognizable coat of arms or some such.
	Ciel: 	Oh my.
tirkaroKujo: 	You can tell that the coat of arms and armor patterns looks like something that belongs to the Sal Kingdom
tirkaroKujo: 	@Thrice's private roll, but whatev
Ivan: (( Yes, yes we all can, alright ))
	Ivan: 	Oh my doesn't quite cut it...
	Ivan: 	Someone from the Sal kingdom...was ambushed? And kidnapped, by the looks of it...
	Ciel: 	I apologize then.
	Ciel: 	Sal kingdom?
	Mary: 	Who they?
	Ivan: 	Huh? Yeah, that's their coat of arms on the saddle and armor...
	Ivan: 	Well...there's the Sal Kingdom and the Sal noble family...
You whisper to Thrice: shit man you lived in Clebuff, you should at least know that Sal is yet another noble kingdom in North Taleros. They've been on-again-off-again allies and enemies to the Ferdinand Kingdom.
	Ivan: 	Obviously, they're connected..
You whisper to Thrice: But that's about all you should be able to know
Ivan whispers: do I know if they're currently allies or enemies
You whisper to Thrice: There doesn't seem to be much news on either end, so you can only suppose they're currently neutral with eachother.
	Mary: 	That horse... very badly hurt. Wonder if Thulsa?
	Ciel: 	No life signs detected. Horse is beyond saving.
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tirkaroKujo: 	Is everyone still- m
tirkaroKujo: 	IS anyone still here?
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Ciel: (( Was that just me? ))
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tirkaroKujo: 	Nope
tirkaroKujo: 	Entirely on my end
Ciel: (( ah ))
	Mary: 	waru
tirkaroKujo: 	It's to be expected
Mary: (( do you have the log so far still, tirk? ))
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Mary: (( I've lost all we had to this point ))
tirkaroKujo: 	using a 2 bar stray wi-fi connection
tirkaroKujo: 	Yep, still have the log
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Mary: (( goody ))
Thrice: 	THERE
Thrice: 	NOW
Thrice: 	STOP
	Ivan: 	« 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 » Int check to remember if we heard anything about which way Thulsa was headed
tirkaroKujo: 	You remember he was leaving towards the northeast, the same way the Orcs were.
	Ivan: 	I don't think it was him, unless he did it on the way...but to kidnap someone, then attack a town with them in tow, seems like a mighty dumb plan!
	Mary: 	Maybe he not smart.
	Ivan: 	Did anyone mention anything like that? As if Thulsa had a hostage?
	Ivan: 	And the burn marks rouse suspicion as well, I'm not sure what's going on!
	Mary: 	*shakes head* Not okay. But we still go.
	Ciel: 	We must stay on guard then.
	Ivan: 	Let me take a look at the weapons...to leave daggers IN a body, the attackers can't have been too wise..
tirkaroKujo: 	The weapons, as you can tell, are quite small. Their handles are too big to fit in your hand, and are quite lightweight.
Ivan: (( what ))
tirkaroKujo: 	*Too small to fit in your hand
tirkaroKujo: 	Got confused somewhere along "your hand is too big and the weapon is too small"
	Mary: 	Those... very small weapons, yes.
	Ivan: 	Well, yeah...probably not Thulsa. And definitely not orcs!
	Ivan: 	I doubt either of them would leave their weapons embedded in a body in the first place... Man, why do we havet o deal with this kind of thing?
	Ciel: 	I would assume they belong to the goblins the townspeople spoke of.
	Mary: 	Skeegals? This very far...
	Ivan: 	I...don't know...
	Ivan: 	There's a lot of weapons, sure, but the Gnashers are a lot more vicious...
	Ciel: 	Goblins would math the general size that these weapons appear made for.
Ivan: (( Goblins don't seem the type to math anything ))
	Ivan: 	Well, yes, but so would kobolds.
	Mary: 	Look for both then.
	Ciel: 	*match
tirkaroKujo: 	obv
	Mary: 	It good they look for fight! We bring to them.
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	Mary: 	Help Sal if we can.
tirkaroKujo: 	Is it just me or is the connection dying
Mary: (( Thrice is the only one dead ))
Mary: (( you're fine ))
tirkaroKujo: 	m
Ciel: (( Beep ))
Mary: (( but yeah, seems my borked connection is spreading ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You are literally worse than cancer agi
Mary: (( I AM cancer, as it turns out ))
Mary: (( did you want to try getting in the call, MT ))
Ciel: (( So how dead is PC? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	very
Mary: (( hasn't shown up at all ))
Ciel: (( HOLY BALLS JUST SEND THIS MOTHERFUCkING TEXT ALREADY ))
	Mary: 	m
tirkaroKujo: 	rip in piece pc
	Ciel: 	Welp
	Ciel: 	Guess I'm gonna go to the store
	Ciel: 	*leaves*
tirkaroKujo: 	obv
	Ciel: 	*waits to see if that worked*
	Mary: 	so Tirk
	Mary: 	how tirks it
tirkaroKujo: 	Just fine actually
	Mary: 	right, there was not pity EXP given for the other night then
tirkaroKujo: 	There wasn't?
	Mary: 	for two nights ago
	Mary: 	the session that was all of two hours long (tipsy)
	Ciel: 	We played for ten minutes two nights ago
tirkaroKujo: 	m
tirkaroKujo: 	I can only allow you 50 pity EXP, nothing more, nothing less.
	Mary: 	I'll take it
	Mary: 	for... resolving Ciel's daddy issues, or something
	Mary: 	uh, BibleThump
	Mary: 	am I doing it right
tirkaroKujo: 	Surely
tirkaroKujo: 	Peebee pls BibleThump
	BibleThump: 	PEEBEE PLS
	BibleThump: 	PEEBEE IS BAK
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tirkaroKujo: 	m
Mary: (( stop that ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Now to wait on MT to get back from Going to the Store
Mary: (( ...though I expect he is invisible ))
Thrice: 	Okay
Thrice: 	Load dammit
tirkaroKujo: 	ENTIRE TEAM IS SHITTERNET
	BibleThump: 	EMBEE PLS
	Ivan: 	Ivan: Good idea...right now there's no point debating which it was.
Mary: (( Mary: It good they look for fight! We bring to them. Thrice is disconnected. Mary: Help Sal if we can ))
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	BibleThump: 	EMBEE NO
	Mary: 	*power attacks Isaac* « 1d20+6 = 9 + 6 = 15 »
	Mary: 	*ehhh let's say that hit* « 1d10+12 = 10 + 12 = 22 »
	Mary: 	(cool)
	BibleThump: 	mary pls
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	BibleThump: 	and obv my connection is dying horribly again
	BibleThump: 	as Firefox will not load anything and Skype is a laggy mess
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	BibleThump: 	m
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	BibleThump: 	Looks like my dog also wants to walk at this hour FOR SOME REASON
	BibleThump: 	So I guess that's that
Thrice: 	« 1d20+8 = 18 + 8 = 26 »
Thrice: 	« 1d8+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 »
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	AChild7: 	this one
	BibleThump: 	back to no avail apparently
agidius: 	indeed
	BibleThump: 	What the FUCK did MT's dad do
	BibleThump: 	Okay agi, fix my modem for me
	BibleThump: 	Man, it didn't even explode
	BibleThump: 	it just straight-up stopped working
	BibleThump: 	not like it short circuted or anything, as a single light is still there
	BibleThump: 	As opposed to like, 8 lights that show up when it actually works
	BibleThump: 	I'm so mad I could just play DaS
	BibleThump: 	what is
	BibleThump: 	How have I only logged in 77 hours in Dark Souls
	BibleThump: 	Kenan and Kel alone felt like 100
	BibleThump: 	I sure am
AChild7: 	torque
	BibleThump: 	Okay seriously
	BibleThump: 	Is this my connection or something
AChild7: 	what the hell torquew
	Ivan: 	Apparnetly
	BibleThump: 	The Skype call keeps dying
	BibleThump: 	Peebee pls
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agidius: 	« 14*11 = 14 * 11 = 154 »
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agidius: 	« 16*11 = 16 * 11 = 176 »
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agidius: 	« 10.5*11 = 10.5 * 11 = 115.5 »
	Mary: 	« 1d12 = 11 »
	Mary: 	« 1d12 = 3 » (D)
	Mary: 	SEE
	Mary: 	THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME (D)
	Mary: 	« 1d12 = 5 » (fedup)
	Ivan: 	« 1d8 = 3 »
	Ivan: 	m
	Ivan: 	« 1d8 = 2 »
	Ivan: 	« 1d8 = 3 »
	Ivan: 	That should be enough refreshing
	Mary: 	« 1d20+5 = 9 + 5 = 14 » I will never use CMB
	BibleThump: 	Sure is a chest
	BibleThump: 	I'm level 69
	BibleThump: 	(HELLO)
	Hendrix: 	« 1d20 = 20 »
	Mary: 	« 1d20 = 6 »
	Mary: 	(D)
	BibleThump: 	get out
	Mary: 	« d12 = 8 »
	Hendrix: 	« d8 = 4 »
	Hendrix: 	naw