Mummy's Mask 3- Doge and Hookah

Agi has connected.

Bartender:
you aren't supposed to be here

Bartender:
help me gamergate

Mistral:
Gamergate: no
Thrice has connected.
Thrice:
dem millennium aiz

Mistral:
there's alotta people with one or fewer fully visible eyes in here ain't there

Mistral:
I think he's working on something or other still

Bartender:
"Yew wanna drink, do ya? Just tell me whacha need and I'll give it right there in a flim jiffy ya hear?" The strange hand gestures.

Sigrund Firehair:
"Gaaao! Gao gao! How am I expected to appease my genie ascenstors with this little treasure? It's a travesty, travesty I tell you!"

Mad Dog Marin:
"UUubuuhuuuu" The fat lady sits sobbing, surrounded by her aloof canine companions who do little to relieve her sorrows.

Mistral:
Irritated by the yammering from the table above, Mistral closes her book and shifts to the least-occupied table in the room. "I don't suppose your party knows better than to challenge a ghoul to a thumb-wrestling match, does it?" She asks of no one in particular.

Negavi:
"Hey! They wouldn't be in this mess if they only listened to me! You can't get anywhere without a wise advisor like me! Isn't that right Linc?"

Lincoln:
"HYAH!"

Mistral:
god dammit tirk.
Mistral: (( caught me off guard that one did ))

Bal:
"You can never tell a real ghoul from a hume nowadays without proper preparation you can't. Some of them wear the most elaborate of disguises..."

Dharc:
"Port works..." Dharco turns backward to look back at all the idiots behind him, "You two, can you tell me what's wrong with those bellyachers? They're sort of...ruining the mood."

Mistral:
"Is that so?" Mistral steeples her fingers and looks Bal in the eye. "Was your group present for their attack, then? I can't say I've kept current on the latest ghoulish fashion trends."

Alesha:
"Haihai hairai...we hadn't the best of luck in our assigned tombs..."

Aleshi:
"The necropolis is dangerous, oh yes! Yes it is!"

Mistral:
"Our exposure to the undead was rather... limted on our expedition. I hesitate to say 'thankfully,' as I think we were much more prepared to handle that sort of challenge, but nonetheless."

Alesha:
"But surely we are much better off than those dogs who fought that cube of jelly, oh yes! We are still alive to dance another day!"
Mistral: (( *limited dammit ))

Bartender:
"'ere you go then mate..."

Negavi:
"Oh believe me, around the necropolis you better watch out! There's at least a 50% chance of certain encounter with undead hordes if you make a wrong turn!"

Dharc:
"Dangerous? I didn't get that vibe. I've been in far worse dungeons... You're saying one team managed to kick the bucket this early in?"

Alesha:
"Quite a few, probably. Not exactly what we meant by dogs though..."

Aleshi:
"Yes, yes, you are a being of great fortune compared to those Scorched Hand folk, may heavens rest their souls..."

Azaz:
Somehow hearing this from outside the building, a group of disgruntled individuals enter the tavern and are sure to kick up a real ruckus while they're at it. "NYEEERGH! We not dead yet, fools!"

Mistral:
wow he looks like a real badass

Dharc:
"If there was a more perilous tomb, why didn't they send me into it?! Lottery be damned, I wanted a challenge. My partners barely did anything, and yet that coffin and sandling were still pushovers. A more organized approach could have saved quite a few lives."

Mistral:
you keep using that word

Mistral:
we'd be dead 5x over if it weren't for your broken-ass races

Sigrund Firehair:
"Gao gaaaaaooo! But if only, if only..."

Mistral:
so y'know props for that
Dharc: (( nah, we'd be fine with the eidolon ))
Dharc: (( or if we'd just stayed back and camped behind a skelly the whole time ))

Mistral:
"Oh, wonderful. It looks like someone is intent on livening the mood."
Dharc: (( oh god ))
Dharc: (( it's Finne ))
Mistral: (( that looks like a chick ))
Dharc: (( it's thief king bakura ))

Velriana:
"Hear, hear! Undoubtedly it would have..." A woman walks in, seemingly associated with the man behind her.
Mistral: (( oh you mean the first one ))
Dharc: (( yeh, Azaz ))
Dharc: (( obv ))

Dharc:
"Oh? Are you 'Scorched Hand?' Why does everyone think you're dead?"

Velriana:
"The Grand Mausoleum's refusal to have a request-based system is nothing more than the most embarassingly dimwitted oversight. Why, we tried to do just that, yet our petition was handily denied!"

Azaz:
"Oh boy if that isn't a story for the ages...certainly no thanks to-"

Khelru:
"Hey guys what'd I miss?" *Studio audience goes WILD* "Hey, Azaz! Oh my god, I can't believe you made it out alive!"

Azaz:
"What do you mean YOU can't believe it? It was YOU who had to get swallowed whole by that sand-wench!"

Mistral:
"What on earth is everyone applauding for? Are these some sort of local celebrities?"

Khelru:
"Woah, what do you me-" Khelru pats his body. "WOAH! I AM still alive! Everything's comin' up Khelru today!"

Dharc:
Dharc gets up from his seat, there being no point in staying in it anymore, and trods on over to the local dead men walking, "Sand what? What happened to you three? That's why I came here in the first place, to learn more about the other tombs. There could be hints to future ones."

Velriana:
*Ahem* "Either way, we easily dispatched the nest of zombies in the...brothel's basement...no real challenge there, and no real reward either..."

Khelru:
"But BOY was it still worth it!"

Velriana:
"That's actually what I wanted to ask you. Or well, everyone present here..."

Velriana:
"Mainly if anyone has learned of an ancient temple slash shrine...or heard rumors of this so-called "Erudite Eye"..."
Dharc: (( too bad neither of us have knowledge: local ))

Negavi:
"No, not really, I think you may just be hearing things from another dimension....these guys are total nobodies."

Dharc:
"...a brothel? Is that what your group found? Were we the only ones lucky enough to get a pharaoh?"
Dharc: (( also Khelru is here ))
Dharc: (( where's Kheenanru ))

Negavi:
thank u

Negavi:
u got it

Negavi:
I couldn't stop laughing after I saw him in the book there's no way that couldn't have been intentional the resemblance is uncanny
Dharc: (( it's p great ))
Mistral: (( if only I'd actually watched anything in the 90s I might know what the fuck K&K looked like ))
Mistral: (( all I've got is Dragon Tails ))
Mistral: (( or was it Tales I don't even remember ))

Mistral:
"Ah, nevermind then."

Velriana:
"An old abandoned brothel at that...or well, at least abandoned by mortals. The things I needed to fight in there were unfit for anyone of remote peace of mind..."
Mistral: (( oh god ))

Velriana:
"But damned that Sebti if she thinks she can keep me away from the Erudite Eye like that..."

Dharc:
"You keep saying that, would you mind filling me in? Cryptic isn't my style."

Velriana:
"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing you'd be interested in. Just a site I've shown a little bit of interest in lately is all..."

Khelru:
"So ya got any of that orange soda?"

Bartender:
"What the hell is that"

Khelru:
"Aw HELL no! That's it guys, we're ditching this place like a bad habit!"

Dharc:
"Wouldn't be interested? Try me. You may be surprised at just what I am interested in."

Velriana:
Velriana simply scoffs at you. "Trust me, after that last expidition, I can't possibly be surprised at what people are interested in anymore" She seems content to constantly skirt around actually describing the Erudite Eye.

Mistral:
"But... there goes my partner, talking with them... like everything else around him, this can only go poorly."

Velriana:
"EIther way, it's obvious nobody here really knows. What a mess..."

Bal:
"Only a two person exploring party, eh? Gotta say I respect your mojo."

Dharc:
"So you're going to short me, are you? To me, it's obvious that at least one person here knows something of it. And that person is you. Perhaps I could be of more help in investigating this 'Erudite Eye' if I knew what it was."
Dharc: (( if there's a diplomacy roll i'm supposed to do i could try that ))

Mistral:
"By all intents, it was meant to be three. The third being something of a powerful familiar of his... which, unfortunately, was incapable of climbing a rope. It perished before we even entered the tomb proper."

Mistral:
"I'm told it will be okay. Hopefully it'll manage to get a grip by then."

Dharc:
you talkin smack bout my spiderpuppetthing

Mistral:
I'm talkin major smack
Dharc: (( or knowledge arcana maybe ))

Velriana:
Velriana begins to grumble and tap her finger on her shoulder, looking as if she's gotten herself in a mess that she didn't expect. "Don't worry, that won't be necessary. Khelru, Azaz, let's go. Let's find somewhere else to stay the night."

Azaz:
"Nyeeergh! Like wherever Idorii went! Where did that lady go anyway?!"
Dharc: (( who fused Bakura with Joey ))

Dharc:
"Ahaha...if that's what you wish, then go ahead. But you won't find anyone in this town more capable than I to help you." unless they have more than 13 hp

Negavi:
"Well, that's understandable. Most familiars are so subservant, their brains have turned into mush! That's why you really need to train up your Eidolon so that they can be half as skilled as Lincoln here!"

Lincoln:
"Hyeeeh...?" The swordsman (?) seems vaguely flattered.

Dharc:
are u talkin to me m8

Dharc:
ill have u kno my eidolon is an astronaut

Dharc:
it cud rek ur eidolon m8

Velriana:
"Oh trust me, I have help if I really need it...but thanks for the offer anyway!"

Dharc:
"Oh, before you leave...you're Scorching Hand, yes? I'm Dharc. Until next time, if you survive that long."

Mistral:
"Ahh, I see. I suppose that makes you just as much of a two-man party as ours! I'll have to return the compliment."

Dharc:
obv he' referring to her team when he says that

Azaz:
"Gah...all this searching and trekking just makes my head hurt!"

Dharc:
or whoever's team

Khelru:
"Really? This is what makes MY head hurt!" Khelru takes a chair and breaks it over his head.

Dharc:
"Gh..wh..I retract my previous statement. I don't think you will live that long, with subordinates such as those."

Azaz:
"Nyeeergh, at this point it's gonna evolve into a full on stroke! Khelru, this way before we need to pay for damages!"

Mistral:
nyeeeh

Bal:
"Huh, y'know, now that you mention it, I suppose we are. Crazy that!"

Dharc:
Dharc turns again to the redheaded eye lady, "Wait, was that not your team? Or are you just trying not to be associated with them anymore?"

Velriana:
"Heheh...trust me, you shouldn't jump to such hearty conclusions just yet. Khelru has always been my favorite for a reason. I can't bring myself to see anyone as expendable."

Velriana:
"So be sure to treat your partners and fellow creatures well, friend, because I have a feeling we'll meet again...soon..." Velriana slowly backs away, also hoping she doesn't get charged for that chair.

Mistral:
fuck did she just pulverize a chair when I wasn't looking or what

Dharc:
"What a strange group. And one on wholly different wavelengths from mine. My whole strategy revolves around expendables. Ah well..." He redirects his attention to the strippers.

Dharc:
kel slammed a chair over his head

Dharc:
for some reason

Mistral:
what a moron

Dharc:
"So what did you explore? Or did you come out of their brothel?"

Bartender:
who are you talking to

Mistral:
haa

Dharc:
the strippers

Dharc:
aka the dancers

Aleshi:
"How undignified! We were actually assigned the house of a wealthy pawnbroker. In such great condition too!"

Sigrund Firehair:
"Gao gao! But there were only traps! Nothing in the way of opposition! My blood howls for some action!"

Alesha:
"You just need to calm down and dance with the flow for once..."

Mistral:
"Well then, best of luck with the lottery. I appreciate the company, but I should really get back to studying the Osiriani language. I can't help but feel we'd have avoided so much trouble if I'd simply learned it ahead of time..."
Mistral: (( okay good Linguistics is on the Cleric skill list ))

Dharc:
"Hah...that was just a joke. Sorry if I offended you. But if you're looking for action, there's always the necropolis. I hear it's...rather unsafe."
Mistral: (( I hadn't actually checked ))

Negavi:
"Hah, still a simple foreigner, huh? Such is the struggle of any frequent traveler. Make yourself too obvious and you're sure to get swindled by a con man around here!"

Mistral:
"Oh no, not... quite a foreigner. Sometimes it can feel that way, but I was actually referring to the ancient hieroglyphs. I've actually made some decent headway on the vowels, the rest should be child's play from there."

Bal:
"Oh the language of the ancients can be quite a tricky one...but thankfully we have Negavi to do all that heavy lifting for us!"

Mistral:
"Magically or empirically?"

Dharc:
"Now, then, ladies, if you'll excuse me, I think I see some familiar faces." He starts to walk past the dansuhs

Negavi:
"Hey now, I have my ways, and that's all you need to know~"

Alesha:
"Aaww...call when you wanna dance another day! You should always dance whenever you can!"

Mistral:
"Well, if you have a working understanding of the language, that's fantastic. There's no shame in using magic for comprehension, but it's another art entirely to truly develop an appreciation for the culture."
Dharc: (( back ))

Dharc:
"Hahahaha! Talk to me again sometime, and I'll show you a dance... But for now, farewell." He walks on over to the mysterious magic carpet riders

Dharc:
i can hardly tell what gender half of these people are

Falto:
"Phew...are they gone yet? I like my chair just the way it is..."

Gashi:
"I wouldn't get too attached, thing looks like it's gonna break at any moment now."

Dharc:
Dharc steps up behind them to the table, "It's good to know that someone here has a sense of humor. So, it was more than just you two in the group?"

Serai:
"The Erudite Eye huh...and yeah of course. Falto here needs all the help he can get."
Dharc: (( also a heads up they're apparently going to shut the power off at like 12 or 1 ))
Dharc: (( but I should be okay given I use a laptop and can leech someone's internet ))
Dharc: (( they seemingly are going to do this every saturday/sunday for the next three weeks ))
Dharc: (( i do not know why. ))
Mistral: (( w-what ))

Falto:
"Oooh, yes, there are many grand business opportunities here, I'm just about giddy with excitement! It's just enough to make me jump for joy!" Falto begins practically bouncing in his seat.

Dharc:
"Don't push yourself, buddy. I'd hate to see you have a heart attack. So, did you find anything other than that carpet down there?"

Falto:
"Why, you should have seen us! We were assigned the tomb of an important government official, and brought oodles of treasure after I singlehandedly tore a swarm of mummies to pieces!"

Gashi:
"*Sigh*"

Dharc:
"That sounds similar to mine...did you also get a pharaoh?"

Negavi:
"Yeah, well, I'm not here for the rich cultural experience. I'm just in it so I can buy my own private condo in Varisia, ah yes..that'd be the life!"

Serai:
"You explored the tomb of a pharaoh? I find that a little hard to believe..."

Dharc:
"Where else would I have gotten that armor and shield? I wish I had anything to show for it, but I sold it all. Akhentepi, I believe his name was.."

Dharc:
"So you're telling me you didn't?"

Serai:
"But I'm interested. Did you see his ghost? Get cursed? Which Pharaoh was it? I'm interested....

Serai:
"..." The girl in the hood begins to frown a little. "Hmm, that's not the right one..."

Dharc:
"Not a ghost, per se...but there was a mirror that held his living image. It never spoke, but it seemed quite upset at us."

Dharc:
"Oh? Is there a specific pharaoh I should hunting for? Anything to do with the 'erudite eye,' by chance?"
Mistral: (( shit where the fuck is Varisia ))
Mistral: (( that sounds really familiar ))
Dharc: (( it's basically not-gypsyland ))
Mistral: (( thx ))

Serai:
"Kinda...sorta? The Erudite Eye is kind of a dry name for a specific Sanctum."

Mistral:
"Varisia... is that nearby?"

Serai:
"I do have some information on it, but...whacha gonna do for me in exchange, huh?"
Dharc: (( http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/pathfinder/images/f/fb/Golarion.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131028053936 ))

Serai:
"Surely those jokers wouldn't have had anything of value..."
Mistral: (( where the -fuck- even are we? ))
Mistral: (( Osirion, righ ))
Mistral: (( right. ))
Dharc: (( top right of the bottom continent ))
Dharc: (( varisia is far left on the top ))
Mistral: (( found it ))
Mistral: (( @ both ))
Mistral: (( I'm sticking to my statement tho ))

Dharc:
"No, they truly did not. I have gold, if that's all you're interested in...but we could strike a more interesting deal, if you've anything on your mind."

Negavi:
"Hahaha! It's a little more than a far cry from here, really. Wrong side of the Inner Sea, you see...but it's a nice place. Maybe you can come visit us in like a year."

Dharc:
>hinting at future APs already

Mistral:
we won't live that long

Dharc:
i will

Dharc:
wis be damned

Mistral:
The GM should be SOMEWHAT NICE!

Mistral:
whoa I don't remember clicking that

Mistral:
"Maybe. You can call me Mistral, by the way. One of 'Dharc's Charmers,' should the name ever come up. I don't know where he plans to acquire the rest."

Dharc:
ill just pull up a fuckin chair

Dharc:
Dharc looks over his shoulder, having heard Mistral, "Rest? I'd need to find the first to start with, Missy."

Mistral:
"How Khold of you, Dharc. May the Phire of Kompanionship Alite in your Hart."

Dharc:
ill kill you

Serai:
"Hmm...I'll give you this. Have you heard of this man, name is..." The girl leans in a little and whispers. "Nebta-Khufre?"

Dharc:
i don't even know what half of those are supposed to be but i'll kill you

Mistral:
30+.

Mistral:
that was from me dropping the laptop
Dharc: (( damn mistral you're old ))

Dharc:
"Never in my life. Should I have?"

Mistral:
I'm like ~20 (sad)

Mistral:
« 18+1d5 = 18 + 1 = 19 » I am this many

Mistral:
there it's decided
Dharc: (( that's like 15.5 in human years ))

Mistral:
actually fuck that, 21
Mistral: (( Changelings have the same age progression (D) ))

Serai:
Serai shakes her head. "And be thankful you don't. You can say he's the reason why I had to make this trek."

Dharc:
never figured out how old Dharc is

Dharc:
gettin a little close for comfort lady you're like ten i ain't into that

Dharc:
"Oh? That so? Was he the pharaoh you're looking for?"

Serai:
Serai scoots in a liiittle closer to make sure nobody else is overhearing her. "Sort of...let's say this; Next time we encounter eachother, I can't guarantee it won't be as enemies. But I'm willing to do all I can to make sure my family's curse is lifted."

Falto:
"And then I socked that mummy in the jaw like POW! And then he went all KABLAAM! And then I-!" Falto's chair proceeds to break under his weight "Gadzooks!"

Serai:
"...even if it means teaming up with that guy."

Dharc:
"..pray you never face me as an enemy, if that is your fighting force. I enjoy a challenge...not a slaughter."

Bal:
"Charming, ain't you?"

Negavi:
"My name is Negavi in case you didn't get the memo. Just say my name and there's at least a 25% chance I'll be able to listen."

Dharc:
"I wish I could tell you I'd help with your curse, but lifting them...well, that's not my speciality."

Mistral:
"I'm comfortable with those odds. I trust we'll meet again."

Serai:
"And that's why I'll have to fight my way through...hopefully that doesn't mean you are the bearer of curses, or else you'd have to stand in my way."

Dharc:
"You could say I bear a few curses. But none on other people. Now...while we're still on friendly terms, did you find anything of worth down there?"

Fronk:
"We found a few pet rocks.."

Gashi:
"I'm starting to think he wasn't even a real pharaoh..."

Serai:
"We found some things."

Dharc:
"Ahahaha! Sorry to hear that. Who knows? Maybe you'll be luckier next time."

Serai:
"Make fun all you want, it's not like I'm here for treasure."

Fronk:
"Yeah, well WE are! This dumb system better stop wasting our time!"

Dharc:
"Say what you will, treasure is gold, and gold will help you attain your goal."

Falto:
"Oh boo, hoo, hoo...okay, let's just get going now. It's getting awfully late.."
Agi is disconnected.
Agidius has connected.

Dharc:
"I should soon as well...but there's still one group I'm interested in. I'll see you three around later."

Dharc:
four*

Dharc:
lel
Agidius:
blooo fawlkawn
Agidius is disconnected.
Agi has connected.

Serai:
"And see eachother later, we shall...I just have a feeling..."

Dharc:
"Hope it's on good terms. Now, then..." He turns his eye to the one group nobody has given a fuck about

Dharc:
that isn't the old lady and the doggles

Mad Dog Marin:
:^(

Mistral:
she a shit

Dharc:
"...so. You have the largest group, and it's in the worst shape of any of us. You must have quite some story to tell, hm?"

Black Kiss:
"Hey! Step back! What is it? What is it you want, huh?"

Black Kiss:
The...apparent leader of the group seems a little touchy and finnicky today. "Are you a cleric? If you're not a cleric, I don't want anything to do with you right now!"

Dharc:
"There's no need for such caution. It wouldn't do you any good against me, if I really wanted to fight. I'm just curious, is all."

Hanako:
"先に厳しい時代。。。" quips one of the 3 members still capable of movement.

Dharc:
imma guess that's not aklo or sylvan

Mistral:
aw mna

Mistral:
I'm a cleric

Mistral:
man, even

Dharc:
"Also, friendly word of advice: be more polite. Because, yo usee, I'm no cleric, but my subordinate over there just happens to be. If I were any less of a man, I might just walk away...but I'll see if she can help."

Mistral:
>SUBORDINATE

Mistral:
I've been referring to you as PARTNER (D)

Mistral:
INCOMPETENT partner

Dharc:
you go up, i go down

Mistral:
but partner nonetheless

Dharc:
>INCOMPETENT

Dharc:
I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DID ANYTHING

Mistral:
and you did it shittily

Mistral:
but at least you did it I guess

Mistral:
so brownie points for you

Mistral:
brownie points are exchangable for common pepes
Dharc: (( well if I'm in incompetent, you're incontinent ))

Mistral:
3 commons to the uncommon, etc.

Black Kiss:
"Grr..." Black Kiss mutters some vague obscenities in Tian before kicking the ground. "So you're saying you can help us? Fine, we could use your help...for now."

Dharc:
"Relax. I'm not going to charge you anything....I can't guarantee she won't, though. A bit greedy.:

Dharc:
"I just can't help but offer a hand to someone in need. Is that so wrong? Now, hold on...Mistral! Can you come here for a moment?"

Mistral:
"Hm? It seems my partner has need of me - we'll talk later."

Mistral:
"Is there something the matter?"

Black Kiss:
"たわごとの袋。。。" she whispers. "I suppose it should be obvious we're in need of some divine magic here. I fear to know what'll happen if this paralysis continues on..."

Dharc:
that's a chick?

Black Kiss:
Yes (lolwut)

Dharc:
it just looked like an MT character to me

Mistral:
that's definitely some tittage in the bottom righ

Dharc:
unless those are supposed to be tits under her arm

Dharc:
I thought they were just facing the camera or something

Mistral:
since that's all that determines male from female as far as you're converned

Dharc:
with the exception of Masterwarlord and Smady, yes

Dharc:
"Do you think you can do anything for these people? Their friends are in a bit of a bind."

Namesh:
"And what a bind it is!"

Mistral:
"A 'bind' - you mean from the paralysis? Yes, I heard them discussing it earlier. Quite loudly, too,"

Black Kiss:
"That's nice. Now wanna help us out here or are you just gonna continue to make fun of us?"

Dharc:
"I didn't mean it that way, actually..."

Mistral:
"I'm terribly sorry, but you'll need to find something of a more experienced cleric for matters of that sort. Total paralysis is still a bit outside my jurisdiction - you may as well be asking me to revive the dead. Aha, ahaha."

Dharc:
actually, we sort of can

Dharc:
if the paralysis is magical

Mistral:
it's from a ghoul

Mistral:
I can't find -shit- about that
Dharc: (( well ghoul paralysis doesn't last very long, so it may not be an actual ghoul ))

Black Kiss:
"Yarou....then stop wasting my time! Gah! We can't go like this tomorrow!"

Dharc:
"Well...there is one thing we can try. I don't know how effective it will be, but we've a potion that might help."

Namesh:
"Sweetums at this point we're likely to try anything."

Mistral:
"You 'don't know,' yet you're willing to burn the Restoration potion? There are plenty of more experienced magicians left in the city..."

Hanako:
"でも売春？"

Dharc:
"Are there? I think it would be an insult to these people if we assumed they didn't check that."

Mistral:
"In any case, it's LESSER restoration, Dharc. Paralysis is certainly not a lesser condition."

Black Kiss:
Black Kiss does a spit take. "NO! Anyway, we do still have some money leftover...if that'll cover it."
Dharc: (( it actually will work, if the effect is magical ))
Dharc: (( cause then it would be a magical effect that's reducing their ability scores ))
Dharc: (( which lesser restoration covers ))
Mistral: (( I dunno, it 'EFFECTIVELY' lowers their scores ))
Mistral: (( it doesn't actually lower hem ))
Mistral: (( them ))
Dharc: (( eh we can try it and charge them ))
Mistral: (( A paralyzed character is frozen in place and unable to move or act. A paralyzed character has effective Dexterity and Strength scores of 0 and is helpless, but can take purely mental actions. ))
Mistral: (( yeah naw. ))

Dharc:
Dharc raises an eyebrow at the chick's reaction, "Just what did your friend say?"

Black Kiss:
"Absolutely nothing. Anyway, lesser restoration probably won't cut it....whatever is infecting Rillo and Yati here must have been something strong, because we've tried every potion we could around here.."

Dharc:
"...are you sure that's safe? But, well, that's unfortunate. I wanted to help you out."

Namesh:
"No, it isn't, but they aren't dead yet, so I'm sure they can hang in there a little longer."
* Agi rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+2+3+2+1 = 14 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 22 » Knowledge(Religion) on how long a ghoul's shit is gonna last => Invalid expression: « 1d20+2+3+2+1 = 14 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 22 » Knowledge(Religion) on how long a ghoul's shit is gonna last.

Black Kiss:
"Just as I thought...we're gonna have to spend longer looking for a dealer of divine magic around here."

Dharc:
"Hmm..well, if you don't find anyone, just give Mistral some time. I'm sure she could figure out a spell for it."
You whisper to Agi: Ghoul paralysis usually only lasts a short time, but particularly stronger ghouls have been known to paralyze people for entire days at a time. Usually this is the result of Ghoul Fever, which often results in the infected dying and rising as a ghoul if not given proper treatment.

Mistral:
"I assure you, if it came from a ghoul, it'll be quite some time before I can handle such an infliction. You will most certainly want to keep an eye on your companions here - it's entirely within the realm of possibility they've contracted Ghoul Fever."
Dharc: (( it'll be literally next level ))
Dharc: (( also is that like jungle fever ))

Black Kiss:
"Ghoul Fever, huh? Can't say I like the sound of that..."
Mistral: (( 'levels' are pretty fuckin abstract ))

Rillo:
"!!!!!"

Dharc:
"Come to think of it, I wonder if Timegazer would know... Well, I'll ask around for you."

Mistral:
"You shouldn't, unless you're confident in your ability to command the undead."

Mistral:
"Pray to whichever gods you find the most comfort in that they manage to shake off this disease."

Dharc:
"Command the undead, hm...Well, I hope you manage to find a caretaker."

Black Kiss:
"How very encouraging. Well c'mon, I suppose we're wasting time here. The sooner we can find a -proper- cleric around here, the better."

Hanako:
"その女の子はとにかく醜い。"

Namesh:
"*Sigh* Guess we're on the road again...."

Dharc:
"Yes...Mistral, you ought to improve yourself. You wouldn't want to end up like Shekhinaga..."

Dharc:
"I counted on her, and she proved useless...and I trust you remember how well that turned out for her. Now, come on, I've got to get myself ourselves a room." He flips around, cape swishing, and heads for the door, "Unless we've any more business here?"

Mistral:
"I'm dedicated to that very process, but in the meantime I'll be realistic about how far I've come."

Mistral:
"I suppose we're done here."

Black Kiss:
"That we are, I suppose. I'll just have to carry these two myself."

Dharc:
"...you're the only one in your group who can? You don't look strong enough to me."

Black Kiss:
Black Kiss drags her parters out without terribly much exertion. "Well, looks can be decieving. It's not really that hard though. Fish are much lighter than they look."

Dharc:
"Huh. Guess she told me. All right, Mistral, I'll see you tomorrow."

Mistral:
suhwee

Mistral:
t

Mistral:
what happens tomorrow then
tirkaroKujo:
OK SO TOMORROW...
tirkaroKujo:
is what will happen as soon as I copypaste the map
Dharc:
do we go to the penthouse
Mistral:
I hope so
tirkaroKujo:
So once you're ready, you soon head back to the Grand Mausoleum, where the priests hand you the details of your next exploration site. The second site is a walled, two story mansion with surrounding grounds, which the Pharasmins believe belonged to some minor nobility of the city. As before, you're given a sketched map detailing the site's location in the necropolis.

Millenium Radio:
NOW PLAYING War Agony https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpb2j_0cMtw
Tokens dropped onto map 'House of Pentheru' by player Thrice (Player)

Mistral:
this uh
Dharc: (( that image gives a new meaning to the phrase 'child rapist' ))

Mistral:
this does not seem properly caled

Mistral:
sacled

Mistral:
saclred

Mistral:
scaled
Dharc:
Yeah might wanna adjust that grid benny boy

Dharc:
"I'm going to have to break us into this place again, aren't I?"
tirkaroKujo:
Sandstone walls ten feet high enclose this estate, affording those who once lived inside some privacy. A two story stone house is visible beyond the walls, adjoining the rear wall of the property. In the center of the estate's southern wall stands a pair of tarnished bronze gates hanging partially open. A apir of statues flank the gate. Dusty hieroglyphs are carved into the wall at eye level to the left of the gate.
tirkaroKujo:
The statues depict two men with a regal bearing and dressed in loose, short robes and traditional Osirian head cloths. The bronze gates are decrepit and appear to have been broken open long ago.

Mistral:
"Should have a better time of it this go-round. I picked up a much better crowbar."
Mistral: (( how much was it again, 51 gp? ))

Dharc:
Dharc walks up to touch the gate's broken pieces, "Lucky. Looks like I don't have to do anything."
Mistral: (( also fuck we're in a dungeon, to the skoop ))
Dharc: (( 35+base ))
Mistral: (( 36 then ))
Dharc: (( I do not think Skype is a good idea ))
Dharc: (( As my internet could shit otu any second ))
Dharc: (( I can do it until then tho ))

Mistral:
you fucked

Mistral:
fucer

Mistral:
fucker

Dharc:
Dharc carves a symbol into the ground, summoning an actually useful party member!

Dharc:
I SUMMON THEE MY IMMORTAL SERVANT OF SHADOW; RAVAGER OF FATE AND PSYCHOPOMP TO THE DAMNED: REAPER OF PROPHECY!
Tokens dropped onto map 'House of Pentheru' by player Thrice (Player)

Mistral:
"You certainly have quite the entourage on call..."

Reaper of Prophecy:
Reaper just looks around the gate/mansion before idly commenting, "It's been far too long since you summoned me. But this locale is suitable."

Dharc:
"You should see some of the others! This guy's pretty tame."
tirkaroKujo:
Dust and sand cover the ground of this small courtyard. To the east and west stand pairs of columns, once brightly painted and now bleached from the sun, which support stone archways leading to other section of the property. Tarnished bronze gates hang open under both arches. To the north, a small flight of steps leads up to a pair of ornate doors in the south wall of the house between another set of columns.
tirkaroKujo:
Speaking of I totally forgot that last interaction was supposed to give you 400 exp

Mistral:
fuck yeah story XP
tirkaroKujo:
The wind has obliterated any tracks or signs of passage in the courtyard, giving the impression that no one has entered the grounds in years. The gates are comparable to the ones from before.
tirkaroKujo:
Anyway, as soon as you enter, you begin to hear noises...
tirkaroKujo:
"RAH! RAH!" The sound of an angry mob can soon be heard outside of the walls. From within the walls, a woman's voice cries out "Hold the gates! Don't let them in the compound!"
tirkaroKujo:
Powerful blows shake and rattle the gates....and now will save

Mistral:
« 1d20+4+3 = 19 + 4 + 3 = 26 »

Reaper of Prophecy:
« 1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11 »

Dharc:
« 1d20+4 = 13 + 4 = 17 »
tirkaroKujo:
You all feel a sudden surge of fear, but you manage to shake it off before it really gets to you. Soon all the ruckus goes quiet.

Dharc:
"What in the seven veils?! Is this a bandit stronghold?"

Mistral:
"I can't imagine it would be, any common bandits would have been ousted... I sense magic afoot." *Detectin it*

Reaper of Prophecy:
"Arah...trying to instill fear in the reaper himself. They have foolish amounts of nerve."
tirkaroKujo:
There's a real mighty haunt eminating from the gate itself

Dharc:
"...I sa ywe avoid that for now. Go around, check the place out."

Mistral:
"A haunt, naturally..."

Mistral:
"Yes, let's."

Dharc:
« 1d2 = 2 » 1 left

Dharc:
right
tirkaroKujo:
A spacious yard fills the compound east of the house. To the east, several small stone outbuildings have been built right into the compound's outer wall. A well stands between two of these outbuildings, opposite a stone table and benches that sit in the shadow of the house. To the west, two sets of steps, both flanked by columns, lead up to doors into the main house. To the northwest, an open doorway leads into an extension of the house, next to a small structure with a domed roof.

Dharc:
SO WE OPEN THESE GATES AND WALK IN HERE STRUTTIN AROUN

Dharc:
WITH OUR GOLD HANGIN OUT

Dharc:
have we been mugged yet

Dharc:
this seems like the bad part of town
tirkaroKujo:
The harsh sun and lack of irrigation has left nothing but hot sand in the once-tiny yard. The well to the east is long dry.

Asp:
A dark brown snake lies coiled up in the shade of the stone table in the west of the yard. It doesn't move unless disturbed, but it seems like it's about to feel threatened soon....

Mistral:
wait shit was there actually a snake in that table

Mistral:
there waaaas.

Mistral:
"Just like before, the wildlife seems to've staked its claim on a good portion of this site..."

Dharc:
"I vote we check the buildings...and the well. Wait, are there more scorpions?"

Dharc:
Aight let's check this

Dharc:
with my shitty perception

Dharc:
and my eidolon's not shitty perception

Mistral:
"Snakes, organic ones this time around."

Dharc:
"Doesn't surprise me, we're in a desert." Dharc peers into the little house, possible a stable or something

Dharc:
or shed
* Agi rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+1+3+2+1 = 13 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 20 » Knowledge:History on this house => Invalid expression: « 1d20+1+3+2+1 = 13 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 20 » Knowledge:History on this house.

Reaper of Prophecy:
« 1d20+13 = 17 + 13 = 30 » by which I mean I do

Reaper of Prophecy:
yeh

Reaper of Prophecy:
yeh I do

Reaper of Prophecy:
Reeps scans the area with eyes trained to spot even the most runabout of souls, "If there is anything here, I shall find it."
You whisper to Agi: This is the house that belonged to the family of a man named Pentheru, a minor noble who worked with farmers. Pentheru the Elder started construction of the estate but passed away during its construction. His son, Pentheru the Younger, inherited his lands and title and finished the house. When the Plague of Madness struck Wati, Pentheru the Younger fell victim to it and quickly died. Had he survived longer, he might have evacuated his family and household staff from the city, but without his leadership, his family interred him in a crypt on the property and tried to weather the plague in situ. Pentheru's servants and guards did their best to defend the estate and the family, but amid the chaos and the plague's virulence, the entire household perished.

Asp:
This small, one-room structure is devoid of features, save the ruined remains of furniture that have all but disintegrated with the passage of time. A large canine called a death dog has made a den in this building.

Dharc:
"Jeepers, Reaper! What do we do about this?!"

Death Dog:
It seems this dog has not had a successful hunt for several nights, and it's hungry, and naturally visciously attacks anyone investigating this building. WOOF!

Death Dog:
« 1d20+2 = 17 + 2 = 19 »

Mistral:
« 1d20+2 = 11 + 2 = 13 »

Reaper of Prophecy:
"They say every dog has its day...I say we take that day from it." « 1d20+1 = 5 + 1 = 6 » we are so dead

Dharc:
« 1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19 »

Death Dog:
« 1d2 = 2 » 1 i bite dharc

Death Dog:
fuk u reaper

Dharc:
Dharc takes a slice at the death puppy! « 1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17 » and die

Dharc:
« 1d10+6+1 = 1 + 6 + 1 = 8 »

Dharc:
m

Death Dog:
Death Dog loses 8 hit points.

Reaper of Prophecy:
TRY ME BITCH

Death Dog:
« 1d20+4 = 20 + 4 = 24 » Woof

Reaper of Prophecy:
oh

Reaper of Prophecy:
okay

Mistral:
"More than the asp, I see?"

Death Dog:
« 1d20+4 = 17 + 4 = 21 » woof

Reaper of Prophecy:
oh

Reaper of Prophecy:
fuck

Death Dog:
« 1d8+1d8+1 = 7 + 3 + 1 = 11 » fak u

Death Dog:
« 11+1 = 11 + 1 = 12 »

Reaper of Prophecy:
Reaper of Prophecy loses 12 hit points.

Death Dog:
that's also +disease and trip

Reaper of Prophecy:
« d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 »

Death Dog:
« 1d20+5 = 13 + 5 = 18 »
Dharc has received initiative.

Dharc:
"Why are these all so useless?!"

Mistral:
"I assume that was rhetorical, I have no idea."

Dharc:
Dharco slashes his pole at the death puppy! « 1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6 »

Dharc:
m
Mistral has received initiative.

Dharc:
well I still have my Move action

Mistral:
"Heel." Will save

Dharc:
"Heart of the cards...DRAW!"

Dharc:
I SUMMON THEE MY IMMORTAL SERVANT OF SHADOW; CRUSADER OF RUIN AND TYRANT OVERLORD TO THE DEMON WORLD: GUARDIAN BAOU!

Death Dog:
« 1d20+2 = 13 + 2 = 15 »
Reaper of Prophecy has received initiative.

Mistral:
dc 15, you'd be fine

Dharc:
« 1d6 = 1 » in sheet order

Guardian Baou:
I guess I get up then.

Death Dog:
« 1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11 » wuf

Mistral:
hits from prone bonus

Death Dog:
« 1d8+1 = 5 + 1 = 6 » wuf

Guardian Baou:
Guardian Baou loses 6 hit points.

Guardian Baou:
"RRAGH! You summon me for this?!" now to miss

Guardian Baou:
« 1d20+7 = 5 + 7 = 12 »« 1d20+7 = 3 + 7 = 10 »« 1d20+7 = 15 + 7 = 22 » Claw, Claw, Bite

Guardian Baou:
« 1d6+5 = 2 + 5 = 7 » Damage

Guardian Baou:
And a trip attempt

Guardian Baou:
which will fail

Death Dog:
Death Dog loses 7 hit points.

Death Dog:
rip
Thrice is disconnected.

Mistral:
ripi ripico picori

Mistral:
upthumbered

Death Dog:
I guess I should actually save this log and the log before that

Mistral:
did you not save it shit

Death Dog:
I didn't but I never closed maptool either

Mistral:
o gud