Adventures in Arajara
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NARwick (enter): 20:58
NARwick: i'm here
jModule: ok... the map gcrashed the server
Valennor (enter): 20:59
NARwick: i see
Valennor: I am in
** jModule found the F1 macro key **
** That's the Tab key, Dave
Valennor: nice map though
NARwick: lol
Valennor: lol
NARwick: bart coming
jModule: that's what I was trying to load...
Valennor: I realize, we could see a piece
NARwick: k ness
Valennor: we could be in trouble in the middle like this
jModule: whars Dom?
Valennor: we are in the circled one I assume
jModule: yup
NARwick: i'm thirsty
jModule: what's holidng up dom?
Valennor: good question
Valennor: he is muttering on his bed
Bartley (enter): 21:02
Valennor: thar he blows!
Bartley: k, I's back
NARwick: yeah
** NARwick sighs **
jModule: (okay you can see the map o fthe village)
jModule: you're in the circled hut
Valennor: right
Valennor: not for long
jModule: the body under the pile of rags moves...
NARwick: uh oh
** Valennor investigates **
** jModule found the F2 macro key **
Bartley: bad idea...
Valennor: Jmodule rocks
Bartley: ?
jModule: "Stop poking me you insensitive clod"
jModule: says the voice under the blankets
** jModule found the F2 macro key **
** Bartley found the F2 macro key **
Bartley: I found it too!
** NARwick found the f2 macro key **
** Valennor is creeped by weird participants **
jModule: (ALL RIGHT!! enough already)
Valennor: I know, right
NARwick: y'd you change your name
** Thared pokes his head out **
** Valennor address Thared and introduces himself **
Ref: The young man appearing from under the blanket looked normal enough
Thared: "Well how did you guys get in here? I thought they were only holding one sacrifice tonight"
NARwick: ..........oh no
** NARwick starts to weep **
** Bartley has a bad feeling about this. **
** Valennor states that the ritualists will be the sacrifices tonight **
** Thared feels talkitive **
NARwick: thats goo
NARwick: d
Thared: "So where are you all from?"
Valennor: I must have inspired him
NARwick: i am from a fairy tale
NARwick: no actually we are from Thelic!
Bartley: "From hero business... super duper super secret stuff"
Valennor: we are here to end evil pirates reign
Valennor: oops
Valennor: should I have told him?
Bartley: yep
Thared: well the pirates.. Koltakans actually, don't reign much but a bunch of islands
NARwick: they won't reign nothin when were thru
** Valennor asks how he got here and explains their defeat **
Bartley: "So they're the ones having the sacrifice?"
Thared: they do get annoying when they need sacrifices... tend to start raiding the coast
** Valennor assures that the Goblin Mage is the target here **
Thared: that's how I got here... minding my own business up in Podana when they attacked
NARwick: are you ready to be sacrificed, son?
** Valennor expresses pity **
Bartley: (have we been to Podana?)
Valennor: we could use him as a cover...
NARwick: ( jakim what was the princess that we saved her na,eme?
Valennor: no, that's cruel
Thared: "what do you know about goblins?" he asked sharply
Bartley: (are we looking for someone in Podana?)
Ref: (No Podana is where you left Elissa
Ref: with her uncle)
** Valennor tells of the electrifying experience **
Bartley: (oh)
NARwick: yeah
NARwick: ?he asks thatred if he knows Elissa
Thared: "Well, it's just a rumor," he whispered, "but they say the goblins are behind all the trouble."
Thared: "Elissa huh? can't say I do."
Valennor: "We were chasing down ritualistic raiders who raided a friend's castle."
NARwick: oh...cuz thats where we came from was PODANA
Thared: "Yeah, the do go on about sacrificing to Zaltec..."
Valennor: "Sickos."
Thared: "Always yammering about the 'Eater of Hearts'"
NARwick: i wanna killen
Bartley: Oh uh!
** Valennor recalls the hearts on spits to summon the gargoyle **
Thared: "It makes my chest almost ache"
** Bartley unfortunatly also remembers.. **
Thared: "sorry for the black humor, the cage has gotten me down"
** Valennor examines the bars and tries to find a lock to pick **
Bartley: ok, so.... time to break out.
Ref: Eventually you notice that the sun is beginning to set
Bartley: bad news.
** Valennor finds the lack of personal items a nuisance **
Valennor: is there a lock to pick?
** Bartley asks narwick about the bell... **
NARwick: what bell?
Ref: yes the cage has a lock
Valennor: THE BELL WRAITH BELL!
Bartley: no more raith?
Valennor: I can pick it!
** Valennor tries to pick the lock **
Valennor: Non-Combat Skills: Lockpicking [3d6] -> [5,4,2] = (11) vs 13
NARwick: i don;t know did they take our stuff?
Bartley: I can send a stone missle through the door if that doesn't work.
Bartley: neva mind
Ref: the lock clicks open
Valennor: YES!
Ref: where to now?
** Valennor looks around outside the cage **
Bartley: out the door dummy
NARwick: um....did tyhey take our stuff
Valennor: Contest of Stat: [3d6] -> [6,5,2] = (13) vs Vision of 13
Bartley: oh, sorry ref
NARwick: loi
Valennor: loi = laughing on the inside says sam
Ref: you can see some sailors tending the boats at the shore
Valennor: any sign of our stuff?
NARwick: ANSWER MY QUESTION!!!!!
Ref: HMMM
Bartley: (do we have our stuff or not?)
Ref: [1d100] -> [25] = (25) vs 45
NARwick: did they take our stuff?
Valennor: course not I'd guess
Ref: yes they took your stuff
NARwick: darnit
NARwick: lets look for it
Bartley: = time to get stuff back
Valennor: do I see it around?
** NARwick looks for his stuff **
Ref: where are you going to look?
Ref: circle it on the map (use the whiteboard tab)
Valennor: in this building
Bartley: We could ask...
Ref: Well okay.. vision rolls please
Valennor: Contest of Stat: [3d6] -> [5,2,3] = (10) vs Vision of 13
** Sorry, don't understand what a /w=1 is...
Valennor: that was a crude drawing I know, but I mean the house
Ref: Okay.. you can see the house is completly empty except for a cerimonial knife
Valennor: woah, ok
** Valennor uses stealth to sneak to the house on the right **
Valennor: Non-Combat Skills: Stealth [3d6] -> [3,5,4] = (12) vs 14
Ref: across the fields?
NARwick: yeah
NARwick: shure
Valennor: yeah, keeping low
Valennor: Contest of Stat: [3d6] -> [4,5,1] = (10) vs Vision of 13
Ref: okay... it looks like everyone is eating supper.
** Valennor looks around for people as he crosses **
NARwick: Contest of Stat: [3d6] -> [2,1,4] = (7) vs Vision of 12
Ref: cause nobody is outside except for the few at the boat
NARwick: looks for his stuff
Valennor: hmmmm
Ref: There are tomatoes growing in the fields though
NARwick: oooooooooooh
Ref: Inside the house you see a couple eating at rough wood table
Valennor: is there a goblin in there?
Bartley: of course not...
Ref: no... just two people... a man and a woman
Bartley: that would be too easy
Ref: you hear the man talking...
NARwick: Contest of Stat: [3d6] -> [2,1,4] = (7) vs Hearing of 12
Man: "I have to leave this evening" he said
Man: the boss said we need to head back to the mainland
Man: something about an assassination
Man: Nureg said there was a lady back from the north... a witch or something
Man: he said she wiped out our mages in the last attack... even the goblins
Man: I guess that's who we'll be going after...
** Valennor uses stealth to get inside and close to them to catch and interrogate them **
Man: "these fried potatoes are real good..."
Valennor: Non-Combat Skills: Stealth [3d6] -> [2,5,6] = (13) vs 14
Ref: Valennor slips inside and surprises the woman
NARwick: i back him up
Ref: the man apparently went into the kitchen to get more food
Bartley: I'll guard the door
NARwick: i'll help
** Valennor asks them directly what they know about themselves and the goblins **
Valennor: I mean ourselves
** Woman screams **
** Valennor silences her and warns the husband of her harm if he makes trouble **
** NARwick clotheslines the man as he runs through the door **
The Woman: who are you bardging into my house
Valennor: very good, lol
Ref: roll against dexterity
Ref: narwick
NARwick: Contest of Stat: [3d6] -> [1,3,5] = (9) vs DX of 11
Ref: the man charges in and is knocked flat
NARwick: he he
** Valennor informs them that we are the new prisoners and where our supplies would be and any helpful information or else! **
The woman: prisoners? I don't know about any
NARwick: ah yeah
Bartley: Never heard about the sacrfice? Bartley asks from the doorway
The woman: we do sacrifices ever once in a while... it pleases Zaltec
NARwick: screw Zaltec
The woman: "There is one man who is going to be sacrificed tomorrow"
Bartley: 'Zaltec is no more... I killed him..."
The woman: "That will make sure our crops grow"
Valennor: "We met him, and he is probably free."
Valennor: hehe
NARwick: what that we killed him?
The woman: Blaphemere... you can't kill the god of death
NARwick: he just did
The woman: who are you anyways... your accents sound like foreigners
Bartley: I just did.
Bartley: Besides, you can if you're a god yourself
NARwick: we are the bringers of death to the gods of death
NARwick: and such
Valennor: "We are, and we have come for the Mage, where is he?"
** The woman faints **
Valennor: LOL
Bartley: Yes!
NARwick: dmb lady
** Valennor interrogates husband same thing **
Bartley: Husband! I killed the god of death! Now you will tell us what you know!
The woman: "You won't find out anything from me! Driago is more powerful than you are and he'll take you out!"
NARwick: oh yeah!!!!
Valennor: "Where is he?!"
NARwick: is driago a god?
Bartley: You think we can't handle a bitty little goblin?
NARwick: cuz if not then he is not more powerfull than moui
The woman: "Are you nuts? That goblin might be powerful but he's nothing to a god!"
NARwick: exactly
NARwick: we are
Valennor: "Woman, I thought you fainted!"
Valennor: LOL!!
The man: (just got my nickname mixed up!)
NARwick: right
The man: I'm the man of course
NARwick: lol
NARwick: right
Valennor: "yes, you look like one."
NARwick: i could se
NARwick: e
The man: women don't have beards
NARwick: loi
Bartley: I should hope not
The man: anyway...
Valennor: "You speak nonsense, I should punish you!"
NARwick: like i said....i am a god and you will obey me or suffer
The man: if you're looking for Driago... you find him in the jungle hut
Valennor: "Where does the Goblin Mage reside?!"
Bartley: Excellent, that wasn't so hard was it?
NARwick: where is our stuff?
Valennor: "Yes, where would they put our things?"
NARwick: where is the keep
The man: what are you talking about?
Bartley: Even gods are sloppy with their stuff sometimes
Valennor: "I'm warning you!"
The man: did you look in the armory?
NARwick: where is it?
Valennor: "Umm, no...."
** Valennor feels dumb **
The man: right next to the prison... on the left
NARwick: circle it on the map
Valennor: "Thank you my good fellow, you will sleep for a while now."
** The woman screams **
Bartley: thank you, you've been very helpful. And thank the fainted out when she awakes.
NARwick: why thank you...i like you...when total dominatoin is mine your death will be quick and painless
** Valennor tells Bartley to put him to slepp **
Bartley: (that spell was in my spell book. you've got it Jakim.)
Valennor: "Put theim both out for a while."
Ref: (uh... roll against a 12)
Ref: (or IQ for that matter)
Bartley: [1d12] -> [8] = (8)
NARwick: ooops
Valennor: Sam doofus killed the map!
Bartley: was that right/
Bartley: ?
Ref: Nope
NARwick: why thanks
Ref: [3d6] -> [2,2,1] = (5) vs 12
NARwick: go here
Valennor: we leave when they are asleep for the armory
Bartley: what did you do to do that?
NARwick: i go now
Ref: type the first part before the arrow
Valennor: me too
Ref: the bracket 3d6 bracket
Valennor: put them to sleep Joel
Bartley: oh, ok
NARwick: what?
Bartley: i just did duffus!
Ref: okay... now you're off to the other hut
Ref: you notice Thared following behind
NARwick: right
Bartley: (also, i don't have a list of how many mana points each spell costs, Do you have a list somewhere?)
** NARwick tells thatred to stay close and be silent **
Ref: (Um... maybe)
Ref: (I'd have to look)
** Valennor comes close and checks around **
NARwick: Contest of Stat: [3d6] -> [3,3,5] = (11) vs Vision of 12
Ref: You see a guard sleeping inside the armory hut
Ref: and a pile of stuff on a table
Valennor: that's it!
Bartley: my stuff!
Bartley: I oughta set 'im on fire!
NARwick: (we have five minutes)
Valennor: we gotta stop at 9:45
Bartley: that's the hot spot...
Bartley: Pirates!
Bartley: Scallywags!
** Valennor uses stealth to get close and punch him hard in the face **
NARwick: SOLDIER
NARwick: i do too
Valennor: Non-Combat Skills: Stealth [3d6] -> [4,5,2] = (11) vs 14
NARwick: Non-Combat Skills: Stealth [3d6] -> [3,4,3] = (10) vs 11
Valennor: we will pound the lights out of him!
Bartley: me too!
NARwick: Combat Skills: Brawling [3d6] -> [3,3,2] = (8) vs 11
Bartley: Combat Skills: Judo [3d6] -> [1,6,1] = (8) vs 11
Valennor: "One hit each," Valennor whispers
Ref: so you run around to the door... bust in
Valennor: STEALTH!!!!!!
Ref: ... and smack the guy in the face
Valennor: I rolled for stealth
NARwick: lol
Bartley: Yelling!
Valennor: good
Bartley: Judoing!
NARwick: brawling
Valennor: Laughing
Ref: (why is bartley yelling?)
NARwick: cuz he is stupid
Valennor: dumb elf man
** Valennor smacks Bartley **
Bartley: cuz I'm not being stealthy right now...
** NARwick gets his gear **
Ref: Bartley slams the guy on the floor with a stunning judo move
** Bartley turns Valennor into a brocely bush **
Ref: and then... does other stuff
Bartley: Yes!
NARwick: lol
Bartley: Take that!
Bartley: Ha!
Valennor: do we get our stuff back?
Ref: Yup
Bartley: I'm not finished yet!
Valennor: goodie!
NARwick: swizeet
** Valennor ties up the man with his own breeches and gags him with his shirt **
** NARwick asks Tharlin if he knows how to use a sword **
Thared: You guys are pretty tough.
Valennor: "TY"
Thared: Not really, I'm a cleric by trade...
NARwick: aigh
Thared: I know a few spells and such... but I'm best with a staff
NARwick: well...here any way
Bartley: then pray for us... for we have blasphemed.
** NARwick hands him a short sword **
Thared: well, thanks
NARwick: if you can find a stafff do so
Valennor: "Our quest is to kill the Mage, but you are free to go..."
** Thared looks around ont he shelves **
** Valennor searches too **
** NARwick looks for stuff too **
NARwick: Contest of Stat: [3d6] -> [3,1,3] = (7) vs Vision of 12
Valennor: WE HAVE TO STOP NOW
Thared: [1d10] -> [6] = (6)
Thared: [1d10] -> [1] = (1)
NARwick: (we gotta go to beddizit)
Bartley: (ont why?)
Thared: You find a short sword, small shield, a Axe, and leather armor
Thared: OH, okay
Ref: That stuff was supposed to be by the ref
** Valennor takes the shield **
NARwick: how do you save this thing
Ref: *blush*
Valennor: yeah, we have to go to bed
NARwick: LOI
Ref: under Chat | Save
Bartley: suddenly Thared is in charge...
Valennor: bu buye Jakim, that was fun
Jakim: sure
NARwick: piece dudizite
Jakim: ;-)
Valennor: this new program is great
Bartley: pieces
sam: woweee
Valennor: have a good night
sam: you too
Jakim:
Bartley: yeah, I like it.
Valennor:
Bartley: Drawing was fun...
Jakim: talk to you guys later then...
sam: :-~
Valennor: yeah
sam: p
sam: e
sam: a
sam: c
sam: e
Bartley: Okay!