In The Silverbuckle Inn

[RollinsCat]

Halfway through dangerous, deep-dwarf infested caves, the intrepid band stops so Charlie can get some beauty sleep.

Honestly, rogues.

Charlie now pink-cheeked and bright-eyed, they press on - what will they find? Will the Toranite gnome paladin ever slow down?  Can they break the back of the Darkholme-Razorback alliance?

FIND OUT TONIGHT!

[RollinsCat]

"...and, thinking her life might be in danger from this vain princess, she snuck into the girl's closet and plucked a thread from each hem. And sure enough, the very next day she was called to the princess's room. 'This corset is too tight, and my petticoats too short! Fix them immediately or you shall perish!  

"Well, the seamstress could do no more work than had already been put upon her that day and begged for a little more time, which displeased the princess who was used to getting her way.  The princess waved one imperious hand and said 'Off with her head!  

"What?  No, no, the king didn't actually behead anyone the princess didn't like, but he did hire new ones to keep her happy.  However even a doting father has limits and the king had told his precious little girl that this seamstress was the last one.

"Where was I?  Ah, thank you, the princess was angry and demanded the seamstress be removed.  But the seamstress was after all very clever and she pointed to all the spoiled princess's dresses. 'Oh, my dear Persephonie, there is a thread loose in those seams - if I am to die, who will fix all of those as well?  And the princess was furious but she knew that she could not push her father any farther, and so she stormed out of the room and left the seamstress to her work.

"Later that night..."

The children and some of the gnomes listen, those that can stay awake at any rate.  They are malnourished, filthy, and beaten down.  Most of his crew have done turns helping; Kelshad's ship is full to bursting with these freed slaves and there isn't enough food to go around.  They'll have to stop at the first harbor they can find.

Yet they are alive and his crew has, the all of them, kept these voices in the Heartsong.  The hells with the ones they silenced.  Darkholme's army rots under a blanket of stone in the Deep and he won't sing for them.  Slavers.  Torturers.  Sulterio-loving murders, colluding with Krale to attack Mariner's Hold - and more, to use the slaves in an attack on Councilman Grue.  That councilman has a bit of a debt to them all, whether he knows it or not.  He pictures the man's reaction to knowing he owes a portion of his life to a long-haired tavern keep musician.  Hah!

The illithid's notebook of slaves is secured in his pack along with the letters between the (female) general Darkholme and Lucian Krale.  He simply assumed it would be a man - he really must try to be more open minded.  That evidence they have to decide what to do with and before that they have a lot of people to get home, but the coin lifted from the slaver's bodies will go a long way.  Six thousand, four hundred and change, all donated by his crew.  Boat tickets, clothing, food, lodging - help as well, for finding the parents or relatives of all these ex-slaves is a monumental task.  Minu already writes letters to the relatives of those who know who they've been stolen from.  Most of the gnomes want to go to Stone, he can arrange that.  And the pygmies, well, perhaps the Shaman will take them?  He's a decent sort, and Quaid will know at what port the he's dropped the pygmy leader off.

His story concludes, he's told it so many times.  True to the co-author, never the same way twice.  He wonders of her and how she's doing, and hums a prayer for his Other.  His...one of his Others - maybe - Muse, he needs sleep.  But first he will help get the children to bed, lined up across the floor of the cargo hold end to end in rows.  So many.  'Tiny hands, good for mining gems!'

Yes, and you got a knife across the throat for that, you miserable Sulterio-sucker.  Enjoy your god, along with all the others we sent to keep you company.

After the last tiny, overthin, whip-scarred body is tucked under a blanket or grain sack or whatever they can find, he'll go help Minu write.  And thank his crew again for believing and for being so incredibly good at what they do.

[RollinsCat]

Amid the madness and slaughter, a small group searches for the Worst. Mother. Ever.  Down, down the rabbit hole...will Alice come out and play?

And what's with the water in Mariner's Hold, anyway?

Open to all!

[RollinsCat]

As the dust settles from the destroyed sanitarium and the damage to the Silver Buckle is repaired, new folk flood the city, straining resources.  Two in particular - Arelius Witherspoon and the dedicated members and friends of the Silver Buckle - put in overtime to bring some peace to these troubled lives, even as they test the waters for oddities and prepare to go to war against a syndicte of squid-heads and a twisted were-pig gnome.  With so many things needing doing at once, the call goes out among the adventurous for more help...

All welcome to join, new or old, high level or low!

Postponed one week

[RollinsCat]

Still looking for new blood to join the fight against the squidhead oppressors, the Hogfather, and his rapidly deflating army!  All welcome!*



//*this includes new and low level players - no level limit, general theme is defeat of evil but positioning yourself to take advantage of a vacancy of power for your own ends is also possible.

[Nehetsrev]

Re-posted here for the enjoyment of those who missed the Silverbuckle Gong Show event.  Here are a couple of the jokes Jetta Ravenlock performed for her act...
   

  Why do all the trees in Northpoint bend southward?  Because Rael really sucks!
   

 
   

  A Toranite Priest, a Rofireinite Knight of the Wyrm, and a village idiot all died at the same time in a freakish horse & wagon accident.
   Not surprisingly, they all found themselves seated at a table with the Soul Mother, who began to serve them hot tea.
   As she served them she made the following offer to each,
   "If you can name something I can't do I'll give you back a soul strand so that you may live again."
   "Fail to name something I can't do and you forfeit your soul to be cast into the Pits to be consumed by pit fiends."
   "Of course, you may decline my offer and go straight to your heaven or hell instead if you wish."
   Each one of the three had either good reasons to return to life, or in the idiots case a strong desire, so they accepted the Soul Mother's deal.
   The Toranite and the Rofireinite began to think and contemplate on things that the Soul Mother might not be able to do,
   But the village idiot simply sat in his seat, picking his nose and sipping his cup of tea,
   All the while looking very much like the idiot he was deemed to be.
   Finally, after thinking long and hard the Toranite priest challenged the Soul Mother.
   "Go bring me Toran's own sword so that I may hold it in my hands."
   The Soul Mother snapped her fingers and disappeared, a moment later she poofed back into the room, Toran himself at her side and his sword in her hand.
   She handed the Toranite priest Toran's sword.
   The Priest was surprised that the Soul Mother had such clout with Toran, but nevertheless agreed the task had been accomplished and so cast himself into the Pits.
   Toran took back his sword and disappeared to his heaven.
   Next the Knight of the Wyrm proposed his challenge, thinking he was more clever than the Toranite.
   "If you can get Rofirein to say that Pyretechon is the better looking of the two, I'll cast myself into the Pits as did the Toranite."
   The Soul Mother snapped her fingers again, and the three were instantly in Rofirein's heavenly court.
   The Soul Mother asked Rofirein to say that Pyretechon was the better looking of the two, to which he replied,
   "Well, it would be a matter of opinion really, since beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so I suppose in the eyes of some that yes, Pyretechon does look better than myself."
   The Rofireinite Knight was chagrinned, but neverthesless, true to his word he cast himself into the Pits to be consumed.
   Last the Soul Mother turned to the village idiot and asked if he was ready to offer his challenge.
   The village idiot grinned stupidly, grunted and squeezed out a fart, saying to the Soul Mother,
   "Catch that and paint it blue."
   The Soul Mother couldn't do it.
   

 
   

  No one likely remembers, but not long before the fall of Prantz to Rael's troops, the King there in Pranzis had passed a new law.
   The making of the law was prompted by an increase in the frequency of freakish horse & wagon accidents at busy intersections within the city.
   The king decreed that every four-way intersection in the kingdom would have special red signs installed with the word stop painted on them to prevent further accidents.
   At one intersection that lay at the heart of four flat fields, a Toranite Priest was approaching in his horse-drawn wagon.
   He could see, since the view was unobstructed, that no other traffic was coming from any of the other directions to the intersection.
   So, he reasoned it wouldn't be any problem if instead of coming to a complete stop he just slowed down and coasted through the intersection instead.
   Moments after passing through the intersection in this way, the Toranite heard the shouts of a zealous Rofireinite Knight from behind him.
   He pulled his wagon to the side of the road to see what the Knight wanted, and waited for him to gallop up on his horse.
   The Knight at last came to a halt and jumped off his horse, a scowl on his face, he shouted at the Toranite,
   "You sir are under arrest for violating the law of the land!  I saw that you didn't stop at the intersection, despite the sign!"
   The Toranite was surprised and began to try to reason with the Rofireinite,
   "But Sir, surely you can see that the intersection is out in the middle of no where and definitely isn't busy.  Indeed there's no other traffic at all!"
   "What does it matter that I didn't come to a complete stop, I did after all at least slow down.  So what's the difference?"
   The Knight became even more enraged by the Toranite's flippant attitude and tanked the Priest down from his wagon to begin beating him with his mailed fists.
   As he continued to beat the Toranite bloody with a rain of furious blows, he yelled at the man,
   "What's the DIFFERENCE?  What's the DIFFERENCE?  WELL!  What would you like me to do, SLOW DOWN or STOP!!!?"
   

[RollinsCat]

Bork is in custody and his secret bindstone is not in fact now decorating the Silver Buckle.  One pouting human bard, his victorious wife, and the rest of the band head to the Silver Buckle to plan.  With the dangers posed by Lucien and his various evil allies, birds are sent to all decent adventurers who can answer the call.  Will one of them be you?




//if someone could send me the log of the last session please I'd appreciate it

[Script Wrecked]

__Melodious: Boo!
__Melodious: Awww .. *hugs her*
__Melodious: *Smiles* Glad to see me too!  And not in some deep dark dark dark hole!
__Melodious: *Grins* How are you Ms Elly?  
___Elohanna: Better now that we are out of the sanitarium and things are beginning to calm down.
___Elohanna: **nods to Jetta* that is what I am worried about too.  
__Melodious: *Glances to Jetta* Don't you have any ~Good~ news?
___Elohanna: Thats not Jetta's style.
__Melodious: Ya know ... something upbeat!
______Jetta: Hey!
______Jetta: It can be.
___Elohanna: If you pay well enough?
______Jetta: That definitely helps.  *smirks*
__Melodious: Careful .. your pointy tail and pitchfork are showing Ms Jetta!
__Melodious: *Giggles*
___Elohanna: *grins*  
______Jetta: Yes, I let them show for effect.
___Elohanna: If she wants to be intimidating they are all flamy.
______Jetta: Naw, that's just for when I want to lok hot.
__Melodious: Ohhhh I wanna see that!
______Jetta: **look
___Elohanna: *laughs*
___Elohanna: *waves to Gunther*  
__Melodious: *Waves* Hiya Gunther!  
___Elohanna: Would you like a piece of Cherry Pie Gunther?
____Gunther: Gunther never says no to pie
__Melodious: Ohhhh Cherry!  Mmmm M!
___Elohanna: *passes slices around*  
____Gunther: Tanks *stuffs the entire slice of pie into his maw*
__Melodious: *Chows down wit hrelish* Mmm Mm Sooo goood! *Lips smacking*
___Elohanna: *smiles* I thought you might enjoy it.  
___Elohanna: //brb
____Gunther: //now I actually could go for some pie
__Melodious: Ma Favorite! *Munching*
__Melodious: //Hehe ... I think I'll get some ice cream while we wait
______Jetta: //yeah... I wish I could find a good source of strawberry-rhubarb pies in this town...  *sigh*
____Gunther: //could never make it to the grocery store and back in ten minutes though
______Jetta: //Ice cream!  Great idea!  I'd forgot we had some here....  be right back...
______Alton: Hey Hi Hu-llo!
______Alton: *waves a lot*
____Gunther: Heyas
______Alton: Big guy! How'd ya fit through the door?
____Gunther: Easier through the door than the roof
____Gunther: Heyas
__Melodious: Hello Boss!
_____Andrew: Good to see you. Hello Melody! *big smile for the little lady*
__Melodious: *Curtseys*
_____Andrew: Alton, good to see you too.
______Alton: Yes yes! Good to see you too!
_____Andrew: //alright, just waiting on the rest
_____Andrew: *offers the gnome a brew*
______Jetta: //*tickles Brewmaster just for fun*
__Melodious: //Just munching on some ice cream ... proceed . .*nods 3 times*
*Brewmaster: be back in 10, still setting a bit up...
___Elohanna: *leans her head on Andrews shoulder*
___Elohanna: //er arm
_____Andrew: *wraps his arm around her, humming soflty*
_____Andrew: *Nods*  Naldin.
______Alton: Oh hey Hi!
___Elohanna: Hi Alton! *smiles*  
_____Naldin: *eyes Alton*
______Alton: *waves lots*
_____Andrew: Naldin, this is Alton Tealeaf
_____Naldin: *grunts*
______Alton: Yes yes yes! that's me!
_____Andrew: A fine gentleman, he's oft found around the Twin Dragons in Leringard.
_____Andrew: The rest you know.
_____Naldin: *absently looks up to the ceiling*
______Jetta: Great, great.  We're going to need all the extra help we can get Boss.
_____Andrew: *is repaired now, no skylight, but the faintest outline of a huge man still exists in the repair*
______Alton: Aw why did you patch it?
_____Andrew: *nods*  I'm glad you've come along.
______Alton: You should have put in stain glass to make it look like the real thing!
_____Andrew: There wasn't anyone willing to try and shape the glass into Gunther...and they said it'd be too heavy.
______Alton: *giggles*
____Gunther: *chuckles*
_____Andrew: So we'd have to use panels with framing, and when I sketeched it, it didn't look right.
_____Andrew: It looked like he'd been drawn and quartered.  Simply wrong *smiles*.  
____Gunther: Yah, dat would be wrong
_____Andrew: So, what's our plan.
__Melodious: Should have put deep whistles in the repairs, so when the wind blows, it sounds like Gunther flying and hollering through the air.
___Elohanna: Not exactly the image of Gunther we wished.  
______Jetta: That's a good question Boss.
_____Andrew: *laughs*
______Jetta: From what I've been able to fig up from those books I rescued from the sanitarium...
_____Naldin: Hoo do folk get appoint'd to tha cooncil?
___Elohanna: *giggles at Melody*
_____Andrew: Hmm, I believe it's by vote, but there are some interesting stories about that.
_____Naldin: *defers to Jetta*
__Melodious: *Grins and makes a drawn out Whhoooooo-ing sound, much like the sound Gunther made*
_____Andrew: *looks over at Jetta*
____Gunther: Just glad da roof was dere to slow Gunther's fall
______Alton: That wouldnt have been a fast drop otherwise!
______Jetta: The Razorbacks have plans to hit every major city in the world on a rapid timetable with only 48 hours between when one city is hit, and the next.  It looks like they plan to start in Spellgard.
_____Andrew: Muse.
___Elohanna: Oh no
_____Naldin: *looks concerned*
*Brewmaster: I am reborn!
__Melodious: Taa Daa!]
_____Andrew: I wonder if there is a central....//hey Brew!
___Elohanna: //you need to be a phoenix rising from the ashes Brew.
______Jetta: Yeah.  I don't think we'd have time to send out word to every city in time...
__Melodious: We gotta stop them at the first place they hit
______Jetta: However, one curiosity I uncovered indicates that Kartherian is the only city not on their plans to be hit.  Which makes me think it may be their HQ.
*Brewmaster: where to begin? Welcome back!
____Gunther: *shrugs*  Could use da portals and maybe get a jump start on warnin folk
______Alton: Maybe big guy could throw me to the towns in danger and I can warn them faster.
____Gunther: The landing would be the hard part for yas
*Brewmaster: Planning on helping warn the cities as a priority eh?  Good idea.  From what you've gathered, the next plans for the Razorbacks start in 2 months gametime at the Flesh and Magic Festival in SPellggard
_____Andrew: //we were in the process of moving out slaves to new homes, providing some jobs where we can, getting children placed, and testing the water
_____Andrew: //and that
__Melodious: Flesh and magic?  Sounds Gross!
______SehKy: golem making party!
___Elohanna: We have to do something.  
*Brewmaster: It's a joint Xeenite and Lucindite festival of debauchery
_____Andrew: //ooo flesh and magic...errr, honey, can I um, go on a field trip?
____Gunther: Yah, Gunther tinks we should go warn Spellgard *coughs*
__Melodious: *Mel screws up her face*
___Elohanna: //folds her arms at Andrew
____Gunther: Save all dose innocent and not so innocent maidens
_____Andrew: //concur.  Spellgard.  we won't have to pack much....
___Elohanna: //*pokes Andrew really hard*
_____Andrew: ow.
___Elohanna: Jetta can I borrow one of those collars?
______SehKy: *shrugs* will at least I'm not supervised to Andrew teasing
___Elohanna: *looking at Andrew*  
______Jetta: On the other hand, if Kartherian is their HQ, and we hit them there before they can get to Spellgard we might stop them before they even begin.
___Elohanna: *bluff check*  
___Elohanna: Bluff Check:  16 + 0 = 16
*Brewmaster: Right now we come back right after you escaped from the Sanitarium which collapsed and was destroyed.  You have in your inventory... One Grue
_____Tralek: //invite pls
_____Andrew: Maybe.....I'll warn Port Hempstea.....wait, um, Kranod....er, um....Fort Vehl instead.
______Jetta: *hands Elohanna an exploding slave collar, but retains the master gem for her own use*
______Alton: Maybe one group, a smaller one, warn everuone and the rest go to katherian?
*Brewmaster: //an arresting officer meets you at the Silverbuckle
_____Andrew: //alright
______SehKy: wonder how history will remember this...  the sanitarium and all the council..  and our role hmm
___Elohanna: **doesn't look at all happy at Grue*  
*______Grue: eh? You lousy kids and your meddling!  I command you offiver... Arrest them!
*______Grue: Arrest them aaalll!!!
_____Andrew: Good evening Officer.
*______Grue: *his mind seems to have snapped, eyes gone wild*
____Gunther: Huh, you would've gotten away wit it too, if not fer us
_____Andrew: We do have a problem here.
*_____Blake: what is this?  Councilman, are you ok?
______Jetta: *rolls her eyes at teh insane Grue then speaks to the officer*  Cart him off, Officer.  He's lost his mind.
*_____Blake: hmmm *long look at the party and Grue*
_____Andrew: Andrew Reid *nods to the officer*
_____Andrew: And you are?
______Jetta: *flashes her Silver Guardsman's badge*  
_____Naldin: *is a "copper"*
*______Grue: Ragh!  They are kidnappers!  Assaulted me and most likely blew up the whole Sanitarium!
______Jetta: Jetta Ravenlock, Silver Guard.
*______Grue: Persuade Check:  13 + 0 = 13
_____Andrew: No, no, Alice's little water trick did that.
_____Andrew: ...which is why it's underwater. *patiently*
*______Grue: I am not mad!  It is they! Ha! They who are the madmen!  Felons!  Murderers!
_____Andrew: The same Alice it was your job to keep contained, as I recall.
___Elohanna: **shakes her head trying to bite her tongue*  
*_____Blake: *squints at Grue*
*_____Blake: Persuade Check:  17 + -1 = 16
*_____Blake: You do not seem yourself, sir.
______Jetta: How long have you served in Mariner's Hold, officer?
*_____Blake: 14 years.
______Alton: *makes a crazy sigh behind his back*
_____Tralek: *reaches for Grues face trying to pull off a mask*
___Elohanna: Sir half the council has been taken to the Krandor Hospital, due to actions of Councilman Grue.  
______Jetta: So, you see, Former Head Councilman Grue is indeed not acting himself.
*______Grue: OW! my NOSE!!!
*______Grue: See here! he is assaulting meee!
______Alton: *giggles*
_____Tralek: Oh..yes ...err it is YOUR nose
_____Tralek: just checking offifer
_____Andrew: *tries not to smile*
*_____Blake: I'll have to ask you to stop that sir.
______Jetta: Tralek, we unmasked the fake Grue in the sanitarium, do try to keep up.
_____Andrew: What will happen with the city council, as we seem to have none?
*_____Blake: They may lay down a heavy hand in that torture chamber of his, but I for one and glad to see it crumble
____Gunther: *raises his hand*  Gunther volunteers to be interim council member
_____Tralek: Heavy hand and deep brain pockets
_____Andrew: Mmm. *to Tralek's statement*
*_____Blake: Still, I must have evidence to make an arrest...
*_____Blake: Tell me your side of the story, all of you.
__Melodious: All at once?
_____Tralek: I heard him admit some of it
______SehKy: *sighs softly bored and looks around thinking of something he can do or create*
_____Andrew: One at a time.
_____Andrew: Naldin, if you would please?  
__Melodious: Aww, where is the challenge?
______Jetta: I believe Aesthir Stargazer holds all the evidence against Grue himself, however, I recovered many documents regarding the Razorback Syndicate's plans.
______Alton: *juggles random items, Incents, Potions, Breads, and more*
_____Tralek: *looks to Naldin biting his tounge*
__Melodious: *Pouty look that quickly changes into a curious look*
______Alton: //incense
_____Andrew: Aesthir, yes.
_____Naldin: Eh? Me? *quickly defers to Jetta*
_____Andrew: *shrugs*
_____Andrew: Jetta, you found the books.
______SehKy: **starts to write a letter*
___Elohanna: *carefully takes out the book of patients she is still holding*  
____Gunther: Werent dere books about dem cuttin into peoples brains too?
_____Andrew: *motions to Elly*
_____Andrew: She has those.
*_____Blake: I am never entirely certain SIr Aesther quite tells ALL the evidence... *skeptical* He works towards the good of law often, but sometimes I sense a convenient level of omission in his reports
______Alton: *puts his juggling objects away exept for a little sack and does some hackeysacking*
_____Tralek: *chuckles at the officer*
_____Vrebel: *taps the fresh mud off his boots as he enters*
_____Andrew: I won't argue.
_____Andrew: Vre. *nods*
______Jetta: *Begins to show officer Marshall some of the documents she recovered from the desk they found Edna Blackheart at*  These detail the plans the Razorbacks already put into motion, and those they plan to execute next....
_____Tralek: Hi Vrebel
_____Vrebel: hello everyone sorry I'm late
_____Andrew: *listens as Jetta recounts*
_____Andrew: *glances over, nods to the patron*
Commoner, Male: *Winston comes in, dressed in militia recruit uniform*
__Melodious: *Hums quietly, looking about, seemingly a bit bored*
Commoner, Male: Marshall Blake! *salutes* excavation teams reportin in.  Oh Hi Jetta!  Oh, ummm, yeah we been diggin up the rubble and found many bodies, evidence ah torture n stuff.  And squids
______Jetta: *looks up from her discussion with the officer*  Ah, Winston!  Good to see you.  Are Arthur and Greg comming too?
_____Naldin: *looks at the Marshal to emphasize the importance of the "plan to execute next" remark*
_____Tralek: Wheeeww this fish gots some stink *closes it quickl*
_____Andrew: It's salted.
_____Tralek: Its curing nicely then
_____Vrebel: *glares over his shoulder at the shouting*
_____Andrew: *chuckles*
*_____Blake: Hmmm, squids?
___Elohanna: Sir *to Marshall* There are a great many pieces of the puzzle. Many of those we found were hosts to the mindflayers. We tried to help those we could but we were working on borrowed time.  
_____Andrew: Illithids.
_____Tralek: Surprised the cats aren't all over it
__Melodious: *Hums a quiet tune*
*______Grue: Brain demons!  Wrought from insanity and lawlessness!  Bane of Rofirien's light!
_____Andrew: Grue was aware of the Illithid's work, apparently, in some capacity.
______Jetta: *looks at Grue with distaste*  Can someoen put a sock in his mouth?
_____Naldin: *looks to The Marshall at Grue's outburst*
_____Vrebel: *titls his head to Grue*
*______Grue: The doctor knew just how to talk to them!  Make them obey!
*______Grue: Extracted the ichors and humors...  but then the voices..
__Melodious: *Makes a swirly motion with a finger at the side of her head looking at Grue, wideyed*
_____Naldin: Err-rum, lass, *to Jetta* He's hangin' himself wid every word, loike.
*______Grue: The voices still speak!
_____Vrebel: doctor? we kill him?
____Gunther: Did we ever check to see if Grue had one of dem slugs in his head?
___Elohanna: YOU SHOULDN"T HAVE BEEN TREATING PEOPLE LIKE THAT *clearly having held back her anger for while and yells at grue*  
_____Andrew: *strokes Elly's back but doesn't stop her*
__Melodious: Drill a hole and see!
_____Andrew: No, we did check.
_____Naldin: *caught off guard at Elohanna's outburst*
____Gunther: We did?  Hokay den
*______Grue: *growls* it was either that or hang them for their crimes.  We spared life, priestess.  
___Elohanna: You tortured them! You didn't work with them, you didn't have patience... you took away their free will.  
_____Andrew: The Illithids were working with the head doctor, implanting their spawn inside the patient's heads for procreation.
___Elohanna: What you did was worse!
___Elohanna: The law could have judge them for their crimes. It would have been more fair.  
__Melodious: *Kicks Grue in the shin*
*______Grue: Free will is a sickness!  Madness!
*______Grue: gah!
_____Vrebel: *smiles at Elly's idea of fair*
_____Andrew: *a twist of a smile at Melody*
_____Naldin: *snorts at Mel's reaction*
*_____Blake: I think I have enough for a confession. *arrests Grue*

____Gunther: Better check his head, just to be safe
______Jetta: We checked for surgical scars, but maybe one of those slugs found it's own way in?
___Elohanna: *moves closer to help checking him over carefully* We need to get him to the clinic.  
___Elohanna: Reflex Check:  2 + 16 = 18
_____Andrew: Love...check him for slugs?  
___Elohanna: *heal check*  
___Elohanna: Heal Check:  19 + 59 = 78
_____Andrew: *nods* Officer, will you help us move him back to the clinic?
_____Andrew: Winston?  A hand?
____Gunther: Yup, maybe a slug found another orifice or point of entry
__Melodious: Yeah . .what if his head explaodes .. and then there will be bits of him spread all over us ... seeping into our skin .. infecting us ... *Steps back a couple spaces*
___Elohanna: **sighs* If you want your proof of whats been done. You can follow us officer. You will see what happened for yourself.
______Jetta: *snaps her fingers to Winston, pointing to Grue to indicate Winston should help out.*
_____Naldin: *stands ready*
*______Grue: gaaahh! the voices!
_____Andrew: *tries to lead Grue back*
*______Grue: *sruggles feebly*
_____Andrew: This way, let's go....
_____Tralek: What voices?
_____Andrew: Watch for ninjas.
__Melodious: *Humsa tune similar to "Pop" Goes the weasel*
*______Grue: they will ALL obey!
_____Andrew: *said without a hint of humor*
_____Vrebel: Ninja's *nods* I'm on it
___Elohanna: If I didn't know what was wrong with you.  
______Jetta: *sighs*  Another typical day at the office....
__Melodious: Uh oh!
______SehKy: 8returns to letter writing*
_____Andrew: *leads him in, again asking the officer to observe*
__Melodious: Ohhh
______Alton: Bad people!
______Alton: who wants a piece of halfer?
__Melodious: *Searches the bodies for information*
_____Vrebel: *grumbles*
____Gunther: Dis is da most dangerous inn GUnther has ever been in
______Jetta: Hey!  Leave Billy alone!
_____Naldin: *looks to the pianist as he still plays*
___Elohanna: *moves to the clinic to try to help save Grue*
_____Vrebel: I thought you had security in this place Andy
*______Grue: *punches Billy in the head, while Billy keeps playing, seemingly unphazed by all around him*
_____Vrebel: *rechecks for any loose assassins*
_____Andrew: Stars and BLOODY SONG!
_____Andrew: Is eeveryone alright?
*Brewmaster: *Billy gives Andrew a thumbs up and keeps playing, drunk to the world*
_____Tralek: Wow, I think so
__Melodious: Jetta's fault ...
______Alton: *keeps an arrow oon his bow string*
_____Andrew: Go man. *nods to Billy*
*______Grue: GAH! *grabs his head and drops to his knees* the pain!
______Jetta: *grabs Grue by the scruff of his neck, trying to get him off balance to make it easier to lead him to the clinic*
____Gunther: Almost every time Gunther comes in here, deres a fight
_____Andrew: Get him in the clinic, fast.
_____Andrew: Gunther? Sorry to keep asking you to pack ox but....
*______Grue: *blood begins pouring from his nose*
_____Andrew: Quickly!
_____Vrebel: erm Elly!
___Elohanna: *hurries to the clinic with Grue* I know!
_____Vrebel: he's oozzin'
_____Tralek: I think Grue has something planted in him...probably his head
*______Grue: *sprays purple blood on Billy* feeed them more!
______Jetta: *str check*  *continues her efforts to get Grue into the clinic*
______Jetta: Strength Check:  14 + 1 = 15
___Elohanna: I know Tralek would you like to help?
*______Grue: *barrrgh!
_____Tralek: I will help surely
_____Tralek: I'm an expert at this brain stuff now
_____Naldin: *bends his bow*
____Gunther: *attempts to assist Jetta with dragging Grue to the clinic*
*Brewmaster: *Billy throws up on the keys and runs away screaming*
_____Vrebel: I'd hate ta have to labotamize him with  me greasword
*______Grue: gah!
*______Grue: *pulled back by the group*
___Elohanna: *starts to prep a cot and area for Grue to be laid down as they help him into the clinic*
______Jetta: *shouts to Billy*  Billy, don't panic, wash that stuff off quick!
*Brewmaster: Billy: "My eyes! aaauuuuggghhh!"
_____Tralek: Get your books out..unless you can remember all this stuff
*Brewmaster: *he flails around rubbing the stuff off his face*
_____Andrew: Right here on the stage.  
__Melodious: *Scampers off after Billy to lead him to the clinic*
_____Andrew: Gods....
___Elohanna: *sets out the books on the desk so she can familarize herself with the procedure again, though she is pretty familar with it by now*
_____Andrew: *nods thanks to Melody*  MINU!
_____Naldin: *now not sure whether he should shoot Grue or Billy*
_____Andrew: We don't have time to get him in there! *shoves the piano aside*
_____Tralek: I'll do what I can to help, lend you a hand...just tell me
_____Vrebel: *stares over at Billy wiggling and thrashing*
*______Grue: I can feel the voices scratching my skull
__Melodious: *Speaks persuading reassuring words to billy, telling him they need to get i nthe clinic*
*______Grue: ahhahah AHAHA!
_____Andrew: MINU!!!!!!!!!
___Elohanna: Grab some salt from the kitchen for starters and a hot poker. I really do not want to take any chances with these getting away.  
_____Andrew: *gets Grue flat*
_____Tralek: On it
_____Vrebel: need help Andy? with yer new patients?
_____Andrew: Please
_____Andrew: MINUUUUUUUUUU
_____Vrebel: *nods and sheaths his sword*
*______Grue: *struggling around, laughing maniacally* Must obey the masters!  Free will is an illusion!
_____Andrew: I swear we checked him!!!
_____Andrew: Hold him down, he's got a slug.
_____Vrebel: *helps control Grue and Billy so they can be looked at*
_____Andrew: Gods - how do we do this again?  
_____Vrebel: *grumbles and tries holding him down for Andy to have a look*
_____Andrew: Like I have any idea.
_____Naldin: *stands on the table for a better vantage point*
_____Andrew: *wry look to Vrebel*
_____Vrebel: I hate sluggs
___Elohanna: *moves closer to where they are noticing she is going to have to operate where they lay instead of the clinic*  
*______Grue: *Billy's face is melted slightly from acid, blind from it getting in his eyes.  Meanwhile Grue's right ear bleeds as dows his nose and mouth, a purplish dark*
_____Andrew: *is helping Vrebel hold Grue down*
___Elohanna: Salt someone?
______Alton: *moves to be able to see Grue through the others*
_____Andrew: Muse....can anyone help Billy?
_____Tralek: I got the salt and the poker
*______Grue: Tranquil! yes!  The doctor commands it! I must obey.
____Gunther: Dis is even more disgustin dan last time
___Elohanna: *comes back with what tools, needles bandages and healing potions and such she can carry*  
______Jetta: *moves over to Billy and starts rinsing his face off with a canteen full of water*
_____Andrew: I'll help Billy then, I can heal at least.
_____Vrebel: *glances over at Billy then at Grue* I'm keepin me helm on fer this
_____Andrew: *moves to Billy with Jetta, and sings healing to ease his pain*
__Melodious: *Takes cloth gauze and tries to sop up the acidic remains.  With another hand, she pours strong ale into his mouth, telling Billy to drink to numb the pain*
*______Grue: *the water of Jetta's canteen washes his face a bit, bits of skin melted and his eyes damaged from the bile*
_____Andrew: Easy...*sings healing on the eye, holding his necklace and praying the song*  
_____Vrebel: keep it off his lips and his hands maybe he can still perform
_____Vrebel: *glares over at Billy*
______Jetta: *continues dousing Billy's face with a second canteen full, just to be sure the acid is completely diluted and rinsed off*
*______Grue: *Grue, meanwhile flops around in a seizure, eyes rolling back and bleeding from his mouth, nose and ear
___Elohanna: *tries her best to aid Grue despite her own emotions and tries to keep a steady hand*  
_____Naldin: *arches his bow again*
_____Andrew: *sings healing on Billy while Jetta rinses, to stop the tissue damage as much as he can*
___Elohanna: Don't you die like this Grue. You have to fight it. You were a good man when I met you and I don't think this is all your fault.  
___Elohanna: *talking to him while she tries to help him*  
_____Tralek: *helps hold down Grue making sure Tralek's clear of tragectory of the mouth*
_____Andrew: *savagely kicks a Razorback body*
*Brewmaster: *perform check andrew, and heal from jetta and elly
___Elohanna: *heal check*  
___Elohanna: Heal Check:  11 + 70 = 81
______Jetta: *heal check* *as she treats Billy's injury*
______Jetta: Heal Check:  15 + 17 = 32
_____Vrebel: Salt! *hollars at no one in particular*
_____Andrew: *keeps singing*  
_____Tralek: Got it right here
______Jetta: *mutters to herself*  Good thing I've read a few books about combat medicine....
*Brewmaster: *billy's face is washed and disnfected, he is still in pain as jetta applies balm and wraps up his face... then suddenly, inspired by Andrew's song, he fights through the pain... and keeps on playing!*
____Gunther: Dump da salt in his earhole!
_____Andrew: Good thing, I know squat. *moves a little so Melody can help*
_____Tralek: This guys a keeper Andy
_____Andrew: Dear Muse, man, take a break!  
_____Andrew: No kidding.  A raise, starting retroactively.
______SehKy: *mutters* it is sometimes hard ....  to put a dog down  when you should
______Jetta: That's one dedicated pianist...
_____Tralek: *looks at him play* he's got some inspiration now
_____Andrew: *pats Billy on the back*  
_____Andrew: Praise Ilsare.
*Brewmaster: *elly uses some tweezers on grue's ear, pulling out a long and struggling tentacle, which wrestles with her tweezers*
_____Andrew: *moves back, the extent of his healing spent*
__Melodious: Ewww
_____Vrebel: *shakes his head at Billy* were his tip jar?
_____Andrew: *points to an empty ale mug*
___Elohanna: *continues to try to pulll carefully at the tentacle to get it out of Grue*  
_____Andrew: OFFICER!  Are you watching this?
*Brewmaster: *heeding the advice on salt, she applies salts and spices to the infected area, causing the wee illithid baby to try and escape the ear on its own accord, willingly releasing Grue's brainstem*
_____Andrew: *mutters* I'll be da...rned if I'm blamed for Grue's death.  We'll do our best.
_____Tralek: Pliars!  We got ...oh my!  It's loose!
______Jetta: *motions Blake over to the scene*
___Elohanna: Nasty little thing. Don't you think you are getting away!  
____Gunther: Gahhhh
_____Naldin: *anticipates some stomping*
*Brewmaster: *grue's eyes roll back and he goes into shock convulsing.  She hammers on his heart and applies healing magics in rapid successiong trying to bring him back
_____Vrebel: get it! *watches as the slugg slithers off*
___Elohanna: Come on Grue!!! Fight!  
_____Tralek: Pen that thing to the floor Sehky with a good shot!
______Jetta: *makes sure the kitten, Ash, is no where near the path of the wriggling slug*
_____Andrew: *sings his prayer, and stays out of the way*
___Elohanna: Come on Grue you have plenty of fight left in you.  
*Brewmaster: *suddenly, Grue's chest lurches!  Elly jumps back as something bursts forth from within him!
_____Andrew: Alton, can you lead a check of the area to see if any more operatives are hiding?
_____Andrew: MUSE!
__Melodious: *Mouth drops open*
_____Naldin: *readies his bow again*
_____Andrew: *lunges forward to help Elly*
_____Andrew: *too late, of course*
_____Naldin: *too slow*
_____Vrebel: *grumbles*
____Gunther: *Yells from a far corner*  You kill dat slug yet?
*Brewmaster: *meant to make the wee wee one, but just imagine him gnome sized*
______Jetta: Okay.... that was not an Illithid... was it?
_____Tralek: Just did!  *yells back*
__Melodious: *Peers around Vreble at the thing with a disgusted look on her face*
_____Andrew: *growls, stabs it some more*
_____Vrebel: *sniffles* I hate them things
____Gunther: Hokay den
_____Tralek: It got off a howl of some sort...everyone ok?
*Brewmaster: *the body of grue was split from within, like his skin finally snapped open to reveal this thing growing beneath*
___Elohanna: *moves back from them and watches as the others attack it looking to see if grue is still alive*
_____Andrew: *sighs, then checks his wife*  Are you alright love?
_____Andrew: Gods....I'm sorry, I thought we....*hugs her*
___Elohanna: I am fine but... Grue isn't.  
_____Vrebel: I guess salt worked
_____Naldin: *looks mildly disgusted*
____Gunther: Ugh, Gunther never gonna eat here again
_____Andrew: No, we were far too late.
_____Andrew: *looks around at the bodies*
_____Tralek: He is in a better place now Elly
*___Winston: whoah... *scratches his head* thats mussed up
_____Andrew: Officer.  OFFICER?  
______Jetta: That's the furthest progressed case we've encountered so far....  Grue's ben infected, probably from the start?
_____Andrew: *looks around for the guard*
___Elohanna: **nods to Tralek*  
*___Winston: lemme git im
_____Vrebel: whats left of him
__Melodious: *Checks on Billy*
____Gunther: should probly burn dat body
___Elohanna: I think the bodies should be burned. For everyones safety.  
__Melodious: Yes Yes Yes
*_____Blake: SO I guess it wasn't Grue after all
*_____Blake: whatever it was inside
_____Andrew: It was.....on the outside.
___Elohanna: **shakes her head* Just his body. His mind was theirs Officer.  
______Alton: It was a big thing...
_____Andrew: *nods*
______Alton: yuck.
______Jetta: Winston, hold still a moment....  *begins combing through Winston's hair with her fingers, examining his scalp for signs of scars, just to be safe*
_____Tralek: I tried to pull his mask, remember
_____Andrew: And the floors disinfected and re-stained....
*_____Blake: *sighs* these Razorbacks are mad to work with such allies.  Or perhaps they merely follow orders as well
_____Andrew: Officer, this is what we found in the sanitarium.
_____Andrew: Perhaps.
__Melodious: *Smiles at Billy and pats him on the shoulder then tuens to observe the others*
_____Andrew: Who is running the city right now?
_____Vrebel: slayers probably
_____Tralek: I think Billy should be check fully when he's on break
_____Tralek: That slime might have been some kind of seed  
_____Andrew: I concur.  He'll be needing rest when he sobers up.]
_____Andrew: Muse....
___Elohanna: *moves closer to Billy to do what she can to make sure he is alright not willing to wait*
_____Vrebel: *tosses some trues in his mug*
___Elohanna: How is he Melody?
_____Naldin: *climbs down from the table*
____Aesthir: d
_____Tralek: Put some extra salt in his Bloody Mary see how he reacts
*Brewmaster: *aesther comes in to see Grue's skin and clothes rpped apart, a blind pianist with bandages on his face and the bodies of many mercenaries who invaded this place.  Grue's corpse was a husk for a flayer that dweal inside, almost fully grown*
_____Vrebel: *picks up a small table looking for the slug*
_____Andrew: *starts dragging bodies and checking for slugs*
__Melodious: He's fine *Smiles*
_____Andrew: *ready to stomp, visciously*
_____Andrew: *looks over*  Late.
*_____Blake: State your name sir!
_____Tralek: /brb
____Aesthir: *he frowns, at the specimen*  
____Gunther: Gunther dont think Grue gonna pull through
_____Andrew: No, no, probably not *to Gunther*
*_____Blake: I am Marshall Blake, and you have entered a crime scene
_____Andrew: I'll support your run for council though, Gunther.
___Elohanna: *prays a blessing over Billy as he continues to play*  
_____Andrew: A big man for a big city!  A Councilman you can stand behind!
___Elohanna: Thank you so much Melody.  
____Aesthir: *tilt his head towards Blake, and shows his holy Symbol* Aesthir Stargazer, Protector from the gold. . what happened here?  
____Gunther: Least Gunther not completely insane or a host for a squid-slug
_____Vrebel: I like it *nods to Andy*
_____Andrew: *checks Elly checking Billy, after his jest*
____Aesthir: *in reply to Blake*
_____Andrew: How's he doing love?
______Alton: tbbth *sticks his touge out* Rofies...
__Melodious: *Gives Billy a kiss on a bandaged cheek, then turns and walks to help others*
_____Andrew: Easy, Alton, he's been with this a while.  
*_____Blake: Ah, Aesthir. Didn't recognize you, my apologies sir.
____Gunther: Dat'll be Gunther's campaign slogan 'not completely insane'
_____Andrew: *smiles at Melody*
___Elohanna: melody has being doing a great job helping him.  
_____Andrew: He's much harder to recognize with his clothes on.
____Aesthir: *he smirks a bit for no apparent reason , not making much remark of Alton's then nods at Blake*  
_____Andrew: *straight face*
______Alton: I dont like them...
_____Tralek: Well maybe someones' been watching us...
____Aesthir: *and again he doesn't make any motion or reaction at Andrew's remark*  
_____Tralek: *looks around* perhaps a scrying check of some sort?
_____Andrew: Rook, if your boys will help clean up, I'll pay them a hundred trues each.
____Aesthir: *he looks upon where the husk of Grue is and shakes his head*  
______Jetta: *gets a horrid look on her face*  Wait.... the Razorback's plans are to do something to the water, which they already did here in Mariner's... you don't suppose the water carries Illithid offspring of some kind do you?
____Aesthir: Its a shame, really....  
____Aesthir: It would have been a great trial
___Elohanna: *carefully covers over the bodies after she has checked each one trying to find out if they are also infected*  
___Elohanna: Reflex Check:  14 + 18 = 32
_____Andrew: I don't know - gods - where is that sample?
*___Winston: I got work in the militia!  Marshall Blake here's mah new boss.
_____Andrew: We should check it soonest.
_____Andrew: Oh, congratulations, Winston.  You'll be up the ranks in no time.
*___Winston: Greg wouldn't come, they wouldna let him use a pitchfork
_____Tralek: *tries to determine if there is any scrying goin on from the area, especially Grue's body, Winston and the Illithid thing killed*
_____Tralek: *sc check*
_____Tralek: Spellcraft Check:  19 + 85 = 104
_____Andrew: *nods to Tralek*
______Jetta: And Arthur?
__Melodious: Boss, Wh ydon't you get a seat on the council?>
____Aesthir: *he looks upon the scene with the head tilt on*
_____Andrew: We need someone to check for more Razorbacks.
_____Andrew: Me?
_____Andrew: Ah....well.....
_____Vrebel: *nods to Melody* I second the notion
_____Naldin: *tentatively sniffs his own canteen, trying to remember where he filled it from*
_____Andrew: I'm not sure I"m cut out for public office....
*_____Blake: Seats ont he council will wait.  That really is not our decision.  I think without the council, we fall upon direct order of feudal law
_____Vrebel: and these slugs were?
____Gunther: You'd be better dan somebody wit a slug in dere head
_____Andrew: *motions to the booze cabinet* Help yourself Naldin.  Anything in the water would have boiled out of the alcohol.
_____Tralek: We defenitely have company
_____Naldin: *grunts, looking up*
______Alton: city councle members need a slug test done on them.
_____Tralek: *informs the other of his scrying result*
*Brewmaster: and then suddenly...
______Alton: we are?
_____Tralek: We're being watched...
_____Vrebel: *glares at Tralek*
_____Andrew: *eyes Aesthir....and his cheek twithes massively*
_____Andrew: *yanks out his rapier*
____Aesthir: *he seems amused at something particularly *
___Elohanna: *tries to help put the fire out on Tralek*  
_____Naldin: *scrambles for cover*
___Elohanna: Someone get water!
_____Vrebel: Tray yer on fire
____Aesthir: *he removes the turncoat*  
_____Tralek: *looks at the flames*
___Elohanna: *tries to blow out the water*  
______Alton: Flamey pants! augh! *scrambles for a canteen*
_____Tralek: *concentration check*
_____Tralek: Concentration Check:  12 + 62 = 74
_____Andrew: *runs like mad for the kitchen*
_____Tralek: *sc check*
_____Tralek: Spellcraft Check:  17 + 85 = 102
______Alton: *throws a thing of ale onto the fire*
*Brewmaster: *Tralek screams in pain as he focuses his power*
___Elohanna: NO Alton!  
______Jetta: *beats at the flames with her cloak to put them out*
___Elohanna: Not that!
______Alton: I was trying to help!  
_____Tralek: *continues to hold on to the vision not paying attention to the others*
____Aesthir: *his senses focused on the area looking for any further attacks *  
*Brewmaster: and then Primally, he forces back the assault and feels he is getting the upper hand!
___Elohanna: Ale will only make it flame.  
______Alton: I dont know stuff like that!
_____Vrebel: *looks around for something to toss over him*
_____Andrew: *comes back huffing and lugging two pails of wawter*
_____Andrew: *tossing them on Tralek quickly*
_____Tralek: I think I'm on to them...I think..yes..I can get this scryer!
______Jetta: Scramble his brains, Tra'!
_____Tralek: I'm goiing to kill it...but the woman in the pool...
___Elohanna: *tries to check over Tralek for any wounds tending them as best she can* careful Tralek.
_____Andrew: Go man!  *opens himself immediately up to Tralek, feeding him power in the same way he's done in other scyring sessions*
_____Vrebel: you got em' Tray!
_____Naldin: *looks around the ceiling and corners for any signs of attack*
*Brewmaster: *the flames subside and Traleks eye's glow bright purple*
_____Tralek: *launches a barage of Bracars and wierds into the scrying tunnel*
___Elohanna: *tries her best to aid him to help protect him*  
_____Tralek: *he concentrates more and tries to get a better visual onthe pale woman's face as he does*
_____Naldin: *doesn't like this magic duel*
_____Andrew: *puts a hand on his friend and sings, pushing his own magical energy to Tralek*
*Brewmaster: *A portal of energy swirls and Tralek exchanges spells with some strange pale woman on the other side!*
_____Vrebel: Mage dual! you got this Tray!
__Melodious: sEHKY .. CAN YOU PUT AN ARROW INTO THERE?
___Elohanna: Careful Tralek. *softly*  
*Brewmaster: *his missile strike, but the weirds dont seem to affect her at all, she launches back!*
_____Andrew: *his hand turns into a fist, gripping Tra's jacket to keep him in the Buckle*
__Melodious: //erg
______SehKy: into where?
_____Andrew: *keeps singing and feeding Tralek power*
_____Vrebel: *steps back out of the incoming assault*
______Alton: dont let her do that!
_____Tralek: Augh...you wench you better do better than that!
______SehKy: *moves for a shot*
_____Vrebel: watch it folks return fire!
______Alton: *jumps around avoiding the blasts*
___Elohanna: *tries to keep her hands on Tralek to keep him with them*
_____Tralek: *a hand and more bracars and a power word kill*
______SehKy: *aims at the woman and lets loose many arrows*
*Brewmaster: *the missiles connect and do some damage, but the killing spell seems to fizzle on her, she cackles and returns fire!*
_____Andrew: *hand wrapped around Tra's jacket, eyes closed, wide open mind and heart*
_____Andrew: *reaches a hand out for Elly*
_____Andrew: *blindly*
______Alton: *fingeres crossed*
*___Winston: hit tha deck!
_____Tralek: Nice one!
_____Vrebel: *nods* not bad
_____Naldin: *inches back*
_____Tralek: I hate ice storms!
______Alton: Meanie person...
______SehKy: *aims for her face and lets the arrows fly*
_____Andrew: *wiggles his fingers but can't speak as he's singing*
*Brewmaster: //spot checks
______Jetta: *spot check*
______Jetta: Spot Check:  15 + 22 = 37
___Elohanna: *keeps trying to hold to Tralek and Andrew*  
_____Vrebel: *spot check*
_____Vrebel: Spot Check:  1 + 10 = 11
_____Tralek: *spot check*
_____Tralek: Spot Check:  12 + 15 = 27
____Gunther: *spot check*
______Alton: *spot check*
______Alton: Spot Check:  3 + 23 = 26
____Aesthir: *spot check*
____Aesthir: Spot Check:  14 + 26 = 40
______SehKy: *spot check*
*Brewmaster: //good, those with 20 or above, spellcraft checks, Tralek too, since he has scrying perception on this one
___Elohanna: *she tries to link her own magic to their efforts to lend as much support as she can*
______Jetta: *sc check*
______Jetta: Spellcraft Check:  2 + 0 = 2
____Aesthir: Spellcraft Check:  20 + 34 = 54
______Alton: *spellcraft check*
______Alton: Spellcraft Check:  9 + 0 = 9
____Gunther: *spellcraft check*
___Elohanna: *sc check*  
___Elohanna: Spellcraft Check:  6 + 60 = 66
_____Tralek: *sc check*
_____Tralek: Spellcraft Check:  3 + 91 = 94
______SehKy: *sc check*
_____Andrew: *doesn't see a thing (as usual).]
*Brewmaster: *Elly, Tralek and Sehky all note that she is going to try and send a hellball through the scrying!  Better shut the connection fast!*
___Elohanna: Tralek! STop!
_____Tralek: *returns with a hellball*
___Elohanna: *She tries to sever the connection*  
*Brewmaster: !
_____Vrebel: my gods the Buckle!
_____Tralek: Prepare yourselves!!!
___Elohanna: TRALEK!  
______SehKy: *aims and tries to disrupt her spell with arrows*
*Brewmaster: //spellcraft check Tralek!
_____Naldin: *oblivious*
_____Andrew: *still feeding power to Tra, unaware of what's going on*
___Elohanna: STOP! Let her go!  
_____Tralek: *sc check*
_____Tralek: Spellcraft Check:  16 + 91 = 107
____Aesthir: *he jumps down and rolls over to one side *
______Alton: Prepare for what?
____Aesthir: *looking for cover*  
_____Tralek: Incoming HELLBALL!!!!
____Gunther: *runs into the pantry and slams the door shut*
___Elohanna: TRALEK Let her go!  
______Jetta: Eh?  What?!
___Elohanna: Break the connection!
_____Naldin: * abit concerned as Aesthir scrambles for cover*
_____Andrew: WHAT?
_____Andrew: *drops his connection with Tralek*
______Alton: Is it time to run? *watches Gunther*
_____Tralek: No I got this wench...let me finish her!
_____Vrebel: better protect yer Inn Elly
*Brewmaster: WIth tremenous force of will, Tralek counterspells her hellball and sends BOTH flying through to her side!  You see the room on the other side ignite and her scream, as the portal shuts quickly!*
_____Andrew: *staggers, literally, back*
_____Tralek: Woaaahhhh!!!
______Alton: Yay for tall guy!
______Jetta: Bloody hells!
___Elohanna: *falls back at the energy* Dear Aeridin!
_____Vrebel: wow that was risky Tray
_____Tralek: I didn't know I could dod that
*Brewmaster: You all feel and hear a massive explosion not too far away!  in town perhaps!
_____Vrebel: well done anyways  
____Gunther: *yells from the pantry*  Is it over yet?
__Melodious: *jiggles about the floor tryign to keep her feet*
_____Andrew: *the tables and chairs singed and iced, the floor covered in blood and ash, and the stage half wrecked and slimed*
____Aesthir: *frowns*  
_____Tralek: Well..I saw the opening...you hear that!!
_____Andrew: Love, are you alright?
_____Vrebel: it was close yeah
_____Tralek: Lets go now!!!
______Jetta: Wait!  That was close!  *rushes outside to look for the source fo the explosion*
_____Tralek: Follow it...lets go!!!
_____Andrew: *hits the magical barrier designed to protect Billy from flying beer bottles headfirst, SPLAT*
_____Andrew: Muse!  Ow!
*_____Blake: outside!
_____Vrebel: I'm with you
_____Andrew: *walks around*
_____Andrew: Come on Love....
_____Tralek: *runs to the explosion location&
___Elohanna: I'll be fine *shaking it off and trying to follow as best she can*  
_____Andrew: *squeeze her hand*
______Jetta: *scans the skyline of the city*  *spot check*
______Alton: *his bow is stringed and there is an arrow on the string*
_____Andrew: *stays with  her8
___Elohanna: If they were close there may be people hurt.  
_____Andrew: Let's go then.
_____Vrebel: follow the smoke
____Aesthir: *once he makes sure of ... something ....  he start to move out*
______Jetta: *stops for a moment to check on her horse, Dandy*
_____Andrew: *tries to scoop her up to run*
_____Andrew: *str check*
_____Tralek: Yell out if you see it!!!
_____Andrew: *stops to listen for screams*
_____Andrew: *holding Elly in his arms*
___Elohanna: *is carried by Andrew*  
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[RollinsCat]

Andrew, after a thorough ninja/operative/illithid slug hunt and floor salting, sets Michael and Edward to the task of yet again arranging for fixing of the Silver Buckle.  The Buckle remains closed while the latest repairs are enacted; Billy is given a nice bonus and put on strict rest in the clinic until his face heals.  All the slaves and children still present in the Buckle as well as anyone else who was present during Grue's gruesome transformation are taken to the clinic for slug checks.  The locked upstairs is checked top to bottom for the children's safety and extra security is hired.

While repairs are underway, Andrew searches for a place that a group can meet in relative peace should they find Nose.  The signet rings he encloses loosely in a box and asks Elly to enchant the box with a silence spell.  He requests that Jetta try to make contact with Nose while he makes arrangements for a safe meeting location; he requests of anyone who will help to contact the cities that are targets to warn them of the Razorback plans.  

He lets the others know that the rings might also be used to track location, and as such he'd like to set up a ruse; someone bearing the rings will take off in one direction and the others will hopefully meet with Nose, and any Razorback operatives will follow the rings.  He then sets out notes of Bork's long confession and asks for other ideas, suggestions and actions.

[RollinsCat]

Summarized in the notes taken from various people present is the following information, as yet unverified and scribed in a neat italic script:

Lucian Krale is a former agent of Allurial's realm who discredited or killed many of his fellow agents before fracturing his organization.  He can be anywhere and anyplace as anything - hah, I bet he can't be tall.  Bork has said he was one of the best and set up many of his fellow agents via misinformation to look bad in front of their superiors, thus thinning the ranks during his power grab.

Lucian was known as the Hand, and his sole remaining enemy - a hopefully uncorrupted former Agent who was once his partner - is known as Nose, and has contacted Jetta and Aesthir so far with Melody and myself having come along as backup during Jetta's meeting.  Lucian had Nose exiled along with the rest and presumably Nose has been an independent agent since.  Both Lucian and Nose are the last of their order.

Lucian is also a wereboar, a curse laid on him for his treachery, leaving him one very angry gnome.  Along with his agreement with the Illithids he gained some kind of benefit that included increased intellect, bigger goals, a distinct lack of sanity, and severe anger management problems.  He also has powers not unlike an Illithid's in that his ability to control minds does not need a focus or spell.

Lucian's stated goal is to introduce worldwide chaos and take everything back to a primal state through global authority and monetary collapse.  He has alliances with any mercenary or evil creature that will work for him; stealthy assassins, pirates, illithids, vampires, Corathites, deep dwarf slavers, and other operatives have already been discovered in cahoots or compelled to cooperate.  Oddly, no dark elves so far - is he not evil enough for them?  I digress.  Lucian started working on those ties back when he was still an agent and has made deals that allow the various groups free reign among our fellow citizens; taken as slaves by the pirates for the deep dwarves, or used for procreation and experiments by the Illithids.  Muse only knows what the beholders would have done if we hadn't gotten Pike.  Among the ones we know about are Alice and her son Duncan and the Corathite wizardess Isabella who may or may not have perished in her home in Mariner's Hold when Tralek sent two hellballs into her teeth with love.

Lucian's presumed power center is in the one major city not targeted for destruction, Katherian.  The first city set to be attacked is Spellgard during the festival of Flesh and Magic, two months hence.  Operatives are to pull out at midnight during the festival 'when they light up the sky with the magic fireworks'.  Barrels of ichor, possibly from an Illithid source, how disgusting, are being sent to target locations.  The ichor will cause disobedience and therefore total chaos.  MUST CHECK MARINER'S WATER SUPPLY!

He maintains power over his minions, a network that stretches into the hundreds - minus the couple dozen we've dispatched - with signet rings that can act for Lucian as tracking devices and scrying devices, and "head exploding powder" of an unknown nature.  Most of Lucian's agents do not know each other.  He's also an expert with stealth magics and plants ambushes in advance by knowing where his enemy is.  The signet rings are Illithid crafted and the ability to use them to communicate appears to be Lucian's alone; per Bork, they are not "magic, persay".

Bork has asked for maximum security in a Rofierinite prison, not in a city or kingdom jail, and is hedging a plea bargain as he was "abducted and coerced" into his role for Lucian.

[RollinsCat]

Before a gnome can be confronted, a city must be saved; Spellgard is about to be under attack!  Notices are sent from the Silver Buckle to converge on Lucinda's city and prevent a catastrophe.

Open to all, Sunday afternoon!

[Anamnesis]

//pouts because its to early in the day for her to make it...

[Lance Stargazer]

// Unable to attend as well .

[Anamnesis]

//6p cst and I can make it

[RollinsCat]

//pm sent re: change of time, hold tight.

[Iconoclastic]

// *grin*  Jenna wouldn't want to miss the festival, certainly.  And its not inconceivable she might get involved in saving the city if there's trouble.  Given the nature of the festival its hard to say if she'd be clothed or not when she runs to help out  Of course, I suppose the same could be said for everyone there...

[Nehetsrev]

//OOC - Any word on that change of time?  I ask because pushing it back about 6 hours (to 6:00pm Central/7:00pm Eastern) would allow Elohanna to attend and she's been a part of the series since it started, more or less.

[RollinsCat]

//keeping this time for this episode, plus it's a chance for gmt'ers to join in which they have not been able to do much lately

[lonnarin]

///Got your PMs that Sunday afternoon would be a bad time.  Pushing this to our regular time of 9pm-12am Wednesday night.

[RollinsCat]

//not sure if it's everyone or just me, but can't log back on to west