You have just entered room "sean21."
Besyanteo has entered the room.
CGNakibe: I WANNA PONY. >:
Brodzky Zero has entered the room.
Besyanteo: I want my computer to stop being a dumb fuck!
Idran1701: Wrong kind of Sean, Shaun.
Besyanteo: *removing all the Oblivion and Morrowind sound files from hi winamp list*
TheWaiChibiAngel has entered the room.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *:D*
Brodzky Zero: *:)*
Idran1701: All right, once everyone's ready, we can start in. Got some pre-session stuff to ask about first, once you're all undistracted. :O
Brodzky Zero: *My niece is being naughty >:*
SongstressEnlil: *I need a few minutes.*
SongstressEnlil: *Brb*
Besyanteo: ... oh great.
Besyanteo: I think I killed winamp trying to clear the shit out of it.
Idran1701: :(?
Idran1701: What happened to it?
Besyanteo: IT froze.
Besyanteo: had to force a hard program termination with ctrl+alt+del
Idran1701: That sucks. :(
Besyanteo: ... oh hell. I see why it did that.
Besyanteo: *facepalm* The stupid fuckin thing loaded songs from the temp folder into the media library.
SongstressEnlil: *Back*
Besyanteo: this is manifesting as every ytmnd I've ever viewed coming back to haunt me. e.e;
Brodzky Zero: *Hahaha*
Brodzky Zero: *How did it do that?*
SongstressEnlil: *MAY THE PUNISHMENT FIT THE CRIME!!! Ouch, man*
CGNakibe: HAR HAR.
Besyanteo: Zero:
SongstressEnlil: *We are such good friends*
Besyanteo: I told it to serach for content for the media library. :(
SongstressEnlil: *Yes we all*
SongstressEnlil: **Are*
Besyanteo: It said: .... =D
Brodzky Zero: *Wow :(*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *I HAVE FIXED MY CHAIR*
SongstressEnlil: *Yay!*
Brodzky Zero: *MY CHAIR IS ADORNED WITH STUDS OF DIAMOND*
Idran1701: All right, back. Sorry, got called away. :O
Idran1701: Anyway, since everyone's ready, first off! Anyone have last-minute business in Delon they want to take care of before returning to Sigil?
Brodzky Zero: *Idolator would be enthralled by books and probably try to skim a few more.*
Idran1701: *nod*
Brodzky Zero: *Unbeknownst to Rory Regan, in his very shop, in the mattress...*
SongstressEnlil: *Karl will announce he's staying with the Caravan a little longer, and will meet with the party at the Dragon's Vault inn in a day or two.*
Brodzky Zero: *Mr. Ido would stick with Karl unless told to shove off. In which case he'd stick with the party.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *The Iron Scirocco would wonder why Steve is around at all. :(*
Besyanteo: ... Ok. I think that's all of it.
Idran1701: This is a party split, Zero, so that'll sideline you for tonight. That all right with you?
Brodzky Zero: *Well let's hear if Karl would tell Ido to beat it.*
Brodzky Zero: *And The Macabre Whirligig would probably have been told that Idolator offered his services in exchange for nothing.*
SongstressEnlil: *He'd ask Idolator to stay with the others; what he wish to do is personal.*
Brodzky Zero: *SO BE IT*
CGNakibe: KE KE KE KE KE.
Brodzky Zero: *The Idolator sticks with the others.*
Idran1701: Well, that's everyone, then!
Idran1701: <RP>
Brodzky Zero: <The Mostly Silent Type>
Besyanteo: <Number one consumer of Kefka Flakes>
Idran1701: The caravan has departed, with most of the party remaining behind for now. They are offered their payment for services rendered before its departure:
CGNakibe: <Shhh. Secretly replaced with an EVIL CLONE>
Idran1701: 400 gold for each, with Arian getting a bonus 25 for his services to the Modrons.
TheWaiChibiAngel: <Part of a plan most sinister!>
Besyanteo: (*updates*)
Idran1701: Karl is gone for now, with the remainder of the party in Delon. Soon enough, a portal to Sigil is found; fairly easily, as it's quite often used, in fact.
SongstressEnlil: (Arian: You need me to oil your back wings? Okay)
Idran1701: A passage from one of the various residential building's front entrances to the outside surface of a large, artistic stained-glass window on the outside of a spice shop in the Market Ward.
Idran1701: This section of the city looks a good deal more well-kept than the neighborhoods around the Dragon's Vault.
Idran1701: This must be some distance outside its slums, by all impressions.
Idran1701: The party gets barely a glance as they emerge from the abstract image, standing once more on the cobblestone streets of the City of Doors.
Idran1701: (And go whenever you're ready. :O)
Brodzky Zero: *Precursory glances at his surroundings.*
CGNakibe: Back again.
SongstressEnlil: (I should find a screenshot of Torment's loading screen)
Idran1701: From Idolator's view, it's a strange city. The horizon - what can be seen of it, at least - seems to curve upwards in both directions rather than down.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..Hm.
Idran1701: Soon behind them, from the same window, comes a certain winged Sensate, who seems to have chosen to depart the caravan herself and return home as well.
Idran1701: ...Ah...hmm. I think I know where we are.
Idran1701: Arian, you said your inn was in the Hive?
CGNakibe: Oh? You do? Hm.
Besyanteo: (Hoi)
Besyanteo: (Does the party already ahve an agreed on meeting place in Sigil?)
Idran1701: (Just the Dragon's Vault, I suppose. Closest thing to it.)
CGNakibe: Something like that, yes.
Idran1701: (That's where Karl's going to meet them later.)
Besyanteo: I have business to attend. *without further explanation...*
Besyanteo: *Off goes Klaus*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Wait!
Besyanteo: <_< Eh?
CGNakibe: IM: Business, he says.
Besyanteo: ... Ah. I think I know what you want.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Just nods*
CGNakibe: <.<
Besyanteo: *He puts a hand on her shoulder. Nothing looks too odd about this!*
Idran1701: *watches!*
Besyanteo: (Cause Minor wounds, yada yada. :o)
CGNakibe: *eyes it suspiciously anyway*
Idran1701: *the spell takes effect immediately, and Lil again feels replenished*
Brodzky Zero: *Trying to puzzle out that horizon!*
Brodzky Zero: 9_9
Besyanteo: *takes his hand back casually*
Besyanteo: If there is nothing else? *for once he's not sneering!*
Besyanteo: *Perhaps he's in a good mood today?*
TheWaiChibiAngel: No.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Thhh.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Annks.
CGNakibe: *Frowns*
Besyanteo: *an odd crook of the mouth that looks like it might be a smirk. OR a smile. Is that too charitable?*
Besyanteo: I will see you all tonight, with Karl. Until then...
Idran1701: (Couple of days before he's back, actually.)
Besyanteo: (... Well ok then. Hn.)
Besyanteo: (In a few days*? Lil can go without him for that long.)
Besyanteo: (And he could spend just about any amount of time searching for them. :o)
Idran1701: *w to the others* Any clue what he's doing?
CGNakibe: *w* I wish I had one...
Brodzky Zero: *To Arian.* Up? *Motions to the horizon, a bit puzzled.*
CGNakibe: ...Eh?
CGNakibe: *Not sure what to make of this one...*
Idran1701: *and thus Klaus departs?*
Besyanteo: *SHORE*
Idran1701: *as Klaus heads off* ...I'm trying to remember how to get to the Hive from here.
CGNakibe: (*And he was never heard from again....*)
Idran1701: Do any of you see a tout around here somewhere?
Besyanteo: (In theory! =D)
Besyanteo: (It's Sigil, after all.)
CGNakibe: *looks around* Hmm...
Besyanteo: ("Onoes, the portal to hell is opened by anyone with a goatee!" "AHHHHG *falls in*)
SongstressEnlil: (Klaus: Plane of Ooze? This has to be a joke. ::Peeks in::)
Idran1701: *as Arian looks, he spots...a dwarf on a nearby corner...though he'd be hard pressed to see a stranger looking one anywhere*
CGNakibe: What the...? *peers at the strange and potentially crazy dwarf*
Idran1701: *his complexion's a bluish-purplish color. His facial hair's more of a fu manchu style than anything.*
Besyanteo: (Wow. Finding MP3s on my play list I'd forgotten I had.)
Idran1701: *he seems to be well armed, though, with a pair of axes and a crossbow both prominently strapped to his outfit; something of an outdoorsy look, it has overall*
CGNakibe: How often do you see a... purple dwarf?
Brodzky Zero: ('Tis the king!)
Idran1701: *despite the appearance, though, he's acting much like any other tout in the city*
CGNakibe: (*Makes yon Idolator wake up with The King*)
CGNakibe: See him, Karinska? *points* o.o;;;
Besyanteo: (The Idolator gets a croisandwich in the morning?)
Idran1701: ...a...purple dwarf?
Idran1701: ...That's...huh. That is strange, yes.
Brodzky Zero: *Shuts up and watches!*
Idran1701: ...Ask him, perhaps? I'm not seeing any others around.
CGNakibe: ... I... suppose.
CGNakibe: *walks over to said dwarven man* Hello there. Um.
CGNakibe: How would we get to the Dragon's Vault from here?
SongstressEnlil: *Said dwarf look over to Arian* Ho there, cutter! That'll be three silver.
Brodzky Zero: (Kreb: I like this guy.)
CGNakibe: *dig dig* Eh. *procures 3 silver to give the dwarf*
SongstressEnlil: *Man that silver disappears fast, and he strokes those mustaches* Now now, the Dragon's Vault, eh?
Idran1701: *nods*
SongstressEnlil: Some brave Clueless, you lot are. *Grins friendly-like and chuckles. Was that a joke?* Follow me.
CGNakibe: IM: Glad you find us funny.
CGNakibe: *follows*
Brodzky Zero: *Walk walk*
SongstressEnlil: Where're you lot from, anyways? Takes a blood and a half to make it off the Prime.
Idran1701: I'm...actually from Faunel, myself.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (ALLOW ME TO BACKLOG)
Idran1701: (SHORE)
CGNakibe: (Mew)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (I had to see Priam fuck up in Ultimate Spider Man)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (ANd grab a burger he got me.)
Besyanteo: (Yarr. I crave Five Guys, and the crack they must be lacing their burgers with. ;-;)
SongstressEnlil: Aye, but I'm thinking you're just along for the ride, eh? Eh? *Chuckles again. Really, was that a joke? Then he looks back to the foursome* But you lot, I can tell there's something special about you. Aye.
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Five Guys is goddamn good and I miss it.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *WALKS OFF IN HER OWN DIRECTION*
Idran1701: (I know not of this "Five Guys".)
Besyanteo: (I think it's strictly local to northern VA,)
Brodzky Zero: *Is it Idolator's eerie appearance and manner of dress?!*
Idran1701: (Aha.)
Besyanteo: (like Abbeys to Oregon.)
Brodzky Zero: (I have heard rumours of its goodness.)
Idran1701: (...Don't know Abbeys either! :D)
Brodzky Zero: (Oh god Abbys ;_; )
Brodzky Zero: (ABBY'S)
Besyanteo: (Abbeys is the best fuckin Pizza on EARTH.)
CGNakibe: Oh, really? >.>
Brodzky Zero: (Amen to that.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Joe's.)
Besyanteo: (>:)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Joe's Place. The Minefield, bess.)
CGNakibe: (Liars. LIES YOU SPEAK)
Besyanteo: (... bah, clogging the RP)
Idran1701: *glances about the three of them*
Brodzky Zero: *To Dwarf.* Eye?
SongstressEnlil: Aye, you got the smell. *Taps his nose* A Granitestrike can tell.
Besyanteo: (Also: Did the party just lose Lil?)
Idran1701: (Somewhat! Not exactly, though.)
SongstressEnlil: *Nods to Idolatrix*
Idran1701: (She just wandered off for now.)
SongstressEnlil: So where you lot from, if you don't mind a curious tout diggin'?
Idran1701: Meanwhile, Lil busies herself with wandering. A number of sites to see here, it seems.
Idran1701: Not quite the breadth of Tradegate in terms of inventory, but what it does have is certainly unique-looking in its own right.
CGNakibe: Place called Legunda.
SongstressEnlil: Never heard of it. Nice place? Have a moon? Love those things, you know.
Idran1701: Especially that strange, hovering folk just ahead that doesn't seem to be paying much attention to her.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Hovering folk?*
Idran1701: Wearing a fairly average-looking robe, with a pair of horns sticking out of its shock of white hair, it seems to be travelling somewhere to do some repair work, from the tools in its hands.
Idran1701: Hovering a few inches off the ground as it moves.
CGNakibe: Its mostly nice, yeah. And the moon is quite nice too. Or at least I'd think so.
SongstressEnlil: Lucky sods. What brings you to the Cage then? Mind that puddle *Hops over a rather brackish puddle in the street*
Idran1701: Although, it seems to stop, changing directions suddenly and ducking into an alley, just before another of this race comes from around the corner, this one walking along the ground normally.
Besyanteo: (Lufia 2 Time Preserved: April Showers OCRemix. ^^)
SongstressEnlil: (Hovery Guy!)
Idran1701: *steps carefully around the puddle, giving it a wary eye*
Idran1701: (Thanks, Pervy. :O)
CGNakibe: Accident and business.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...Huh.
Brodzky Zero: (I remember those guys)
SongstressEnlil: Ah, onna those. Up the rope, eh?
SongstressEnlil: (No problem, Idran.)
Idran1701: The non-hovering one passes by Lil, nodding to her and giving her a smile as he steps into a nearby shop.
Brodzky Zero: *Walks through the puddle.*
Idran1701: (d20 from Zero)
SongstressEnlil: (Hehehehehe)
OnlineHost: Brodzky Zero rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Friendly smile? OR SINISTER?*
Brodzky Zero: ( :) )
Idran1701: Why, something's grabbed Steve's leg!
Idran1701: A fairly pleasant smile, actually.
Brodzky Zero: (STOP CALLING HIM STEVE)
Brodzky Zero: *Looks down and begins resisting!*
Besyanteo: (LEARN TO SPEAK COMMON)
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Then come up with a better name than "Idolator!")
Brodzky Zero: (LEARN TO RESPECT FOREIGNERS!)
Idran1701: Though the store he walks into has no sign atop it. Merely a symbol:
Besyanteo: (PISS OF PLANE HOPPER)
Idran1701: That of a black lightning bolt across a white oval.
Besyanteo: (... OFF AS WELL)
Idran1701: (PIKE OFF, BES.)
Idran1701: (YOU ARE ON THE PLANES.)
Besyanteo: (AHHHG)
Idran1701: (IT IS "PIKE OFF")
SongstressEnlil: *Glances toward puddle* Oh sod it.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *She have any idea what this means?*
Idran1701: It seems to be some sort of creature made of ooze, grimacing at Idolator with a nasty grin as he pulls at it.
CGNakibe: ... an... ooze?
Brodzky Zero: *Draws his dagger and makes to stab it repeatedly until such time as it relinquishes his leg whole.*
Besyanteo: (Inverse: OH GOD WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME SO?!)
Idran1701: Lil does not, though the inside has a number of pieces of simplistic, black and white artwork mounted.
Brodzky Zero: *Emits horribly angry scraping noises!*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Not that she can see any other color. :O*
CGNakibe: ... *sighs....* These things affected by spells any?
CGNakibe: *Time to make with the hurt-y*
Idran1701: He stabs at the thing, and it definitely looks a bit upset.
SongstressEnlil: Yeah, but you gotta shock em.
Idran1701: Whether it's hurt or not, though, can't yet be seen.
CGNakibe: Shock? Damn. Can't do that.
Brodzky Zero: *Slash! Slash!*
SongstressEnlil: Don't stab, cutter, bash it good.
Brodzky Zero: *Slash!*
SongstressEnlil: *Gets his axe ready, and brings down the flat of the head on it.*
Idran1701: ...I don't...
SongstressEnlil: *To Arian* Just don't use fire!
Idran1701: *grabbing Idolator, trying to pull him away*
CGNakibe: No fire? Oh, definitely won't do that...
CGNakibe: *Cold is what we get, yes!*
Brodzky Zero: *So long as his leg is free, he will allow himself to be pulled away~*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Turns, and keeps walking.*
Idran1701: Meanwhile, with Lil, the being waves at her as she departs the doorway, still looking all the more pleasant about it, yet not yet having said a word.
CGNakibe: (I think Chill Touch is getting to be signature at this point. >.>;; )
SongstressEnlil: ( :D)
Idran1701: Arian zaps the thing with a blast of cold, and it seems to stiffen up nicely, just like you'd expect with a bit of mud.
SongstressEnlil: (Chill touch is the cool one of the three touch spells)
SongstressEnlil: (Pun not intended but cheerfully claimed)
CGNakibe: (BRB)
Idran1701: Its tiny arms break away as Idolator and Karinska pull from it, and it scowls in irritation, disappearing into the puddle.
Brodzky Zero: *Sheathes his jambiya and makes to continue walkin'.*
CGNakibe: (Back)
SongstressEnlil: Good job, you lot. Would've lost your mate there to the plane of Ooze or the Abyss, if I've heard tell right.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Waves back, as she leaves*
CGNakibe: Plane of Ooze? So that... was a miniature portal of sorts?
Idran1701: ...*watching Idolator as he keeps walking* He's definitely a strange one too.
SongstressEnlil: That's the chant. Bit of Hive muck that got nasty.
SongstressEnlil: Some say plane of ooze, others say Abyss. I'm sayin' it don't matter, you tend not to see people who fall in 'em again.
Idran1701: ...I suppose not, no.
Brodzky Zero: *Looking at the horizon!*
CGNakibe: I'm n ot really interested in proving the rumors right or wrong.
SongstressEnlil: Don't worry 'bout it, cutters. Everyone has a run-in with those things sooner or later.
SongstressEnlil: Well, everyone in the Hive, anyways.
Idran1701: Lil continues on through the streets, the scents of cooking food (however dulled) and the sound of folks enjoying themselves soon carrying over to her.
SongstressEnlil: Can't quite say I see a blood in The Lady's Ward trippin' on one, eh? Eh? *Grins*
Idran1701: *polite chuckle* I wouldn't think so, no.
Idran1701: How much further is the inn, again?
CGNakibe: An excellent question.
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: Sounds like a party...
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: As good a place as any to set up shop.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Heads that way!*
SongstressEnlil: We're gettin' there. *Back to Arian* Mind lanning a berk on that business? Sounds like a riot, if you've got a soddin' zombie with you.
Idran1701: Lil heads over, finding...an interesting-looking restaurant. "Chirper's", the name says. And beyond the sound of folks within, she can also hear a good bit of birdsong coming from inside.
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: ..Restaurant, instead.
CGNakibe: The whole thing is sort of complicated, involving an artifact of some sort, a zone of complete chaos, a supposed "prophecy", and a wizard trying to kill us.
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: Probably think they're clever.
SongstressEnlil: Doesn't sound like you have a half a yawn with that.
SongstressEnlil: What's it pay? I can smell the jink on you.
CGNakibe: Not nearly enough to make up for the inconvenience, I assure you.
SongstressEnlil: Ain't it the way?
Idran1701: *still watching Idolator, she runs ahead, to keep him from getting to far from the group* You don't want to get lost, I imagine. It might be better if you stay with the others.
Idran1701: **too*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Thinks for a minute, then sees what else is around.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: I hate bboring places.
SongstressEnlil: Sounds like you tumbled into a heap of trouble, too.
Brodzky Zero: ??
Brodzky Zero: *Looks around*
CGNakibe: At least all the trouble is handled... for now, anyway.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* Just looking to cool your heels for a spell?
Idran1701: ...*standing in his way* Come on, now, back with the rest of us.
CGNakibe: Yeah. Try to see what else we need to get done around here.
CGNakibe: Maybe find a way home that doesn't involve getting eaten by the slimes in puddles. *chuckles*
Brodzky Zero: *Makes to head back to the group*
SongstressEnlil: Ah, looking for a gate back. Can get a might tricky, that.
Idran1701: *smiling a bit, she heads back along with him*
Idran1701: *...watching to make sure he's not just turning to walk the other direction instead*
CGNakibe: And considering that, last we checked that wizard was still alive...
Brodzky Zero: *Heads back to the party and listens in on their convo!*
SongstressEnlil: Looking to write you in the dead-book, ain't he?
CGNakibe: Certainly he's tried.
Brodzky Zero: Dead-book?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Decides! Hey, more wandering.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Why spend money on food if you're alone and don't need to eat?*
SongstressEnlil: *Nods to Stelator* Aye, Dead book. Gone and not coming back.
Brodzky Zero: *Ponders this!*
SongstressEnlil: 'Bout there, I oughta say.
CGNakibe: Good. Good.
SongstressEnlil: *Back to Arian* What's the dark of that spellslinger?
CGNakibe: They called him the Kazerian back home. Or something like that.
Idran1701: Lil's wanderings once more resumes, when she finds a free-standing archway, with a bowl of small teeth mounted to it.
Idran1701: A sign hangs above the empty arch: "Parts 'n' Pieces"
SongstressEnlil: Some name. Anyone who has The in their name ought to make a body peery.
SongstressEnlil: (YES)
Idran1701: (Bowl filled with small teeth, rather, not made out of. Easy mistake to make here, though. :O)
SongstressEnlil: *And... Arian finds himself on a street he knows! He should only be a block away now.*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *is there anyone nearby?*
CGNakibe: Hey, looks like we're almost here.
Idran1701: Nope! But there is a smaller sign also mounted to the archway, now that she's closer.
Idran1701: "TAKE A TOOF AN STEP ON THRU"
Idran1701: The foursome soon comes in sight of the door to the inn...though something seems to be standing in front of it.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* Figured you'd been there before. Not many Cl-ahem, Primes ask for places like that so ready-like.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Takes a toof and steps on thru.*
Besyanteo: (Lil finds the most interesting places. =D)
SongstressEnlil: (Bes don't know the half of it. I love this place)
Idran1701 has left the room.
Besyanteo: (IDran SEZ)
Besyanteo: (One minute, I just DCed!)
Idran1701 has entered the room.
Idran1701: (There we go. Sorry about that.)
Besyanteo: (DM GET SIGNAL ... er, update!)
SongstressEnlil: (Thanks, Bes)
Idran1701: As said, something seems to be standing in front of the inn door. A grey-furred wolf, with a green hood atop its head.
Brodzky Zero: *Pays it no heed!*
CGNakibe: Curiouser and curiouser... o.o
Brodzky Zero: *In fact, is still just looking around absently whilst walking with the party.*
Idran1701: And meanwhile, taking one of the small teeth, Lil steps through the archway! It seems to be a portal of some kind, leading to what seems to be a tunnel.
Idran1701: A lit tunnel, thankfully.
SongstressEnlil: Huh.
Besyanteo: *It's also holding a leather bound book in it's mouth, spine to the back*
Besyanteo: *And looking right at Arian.*
SongstressEnlil: *w* Maybe someone's pet?
CGNakibe: A wolf...
CGNakibe: And why the hell is it looking at ME? o.O;
Besyanteo: *tail flick*
CGNakibe: *steps towards it.. cautiously*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Not that unlit stops her!*
SongstressEnlil: He your pet, cutter?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Walks!*
CGNakibe: I don't... think so....
Besyanteo: *It watches*
SongstressEnlil: Prime's got those, don't it?
Idran1701: She walks down the tunnel. It's a short one, emerging into...a shop of some kind.
CGNakibe: *Tries to grab lightly at the book* Yeah, definitely it does....
SongstressEnlil: *To the wolf* Hey there.
Idran1701: With a counter in the center area.
Besyanteo: *When he touches the book, it growls. IT doesn't move, but still*
Idran1701: Sitting on which is a small, spindly-armed humanoid.
SongstressEnlil: *Not quite like one does with a dog, but not quite what one does with people, either.*
CGNakibe: *Backs hand away* Fine. So what do you want? >.>
Idran1701: Dusty, too. And a fair bit distracted, it hasn't yet noticed Lil's entry.
Besyanteo: *it sets the book down, immediately placing a forepaw on it when it does*
Besyanteo: What I want, Arian, is to meet you.
Besyanteo: And your friends.
Besyanteo: *watches him*
SongstressEnlil: *Doesn't seem that taken about.*
Idran1701: ...
SongstressEnlil: *Aback.
Brodzky Zero: >_>
Idran1701: *nor does KArinska either, though she's looking with interest at this sight*
Besyanteo: *Steve's glance is ignored!*
CGNakibe: I'm... sorry, you have me at a disadvantage. Do I know you?
SongstressEnlil: IM: Smooth, blood. Taking it way better than most clueless.
Besyanteo: You do not. ... This is where you will be stayying? * looks at the inn, then back*
CGNakibe: This was where we intended to stay, yes.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Take a tooth and go through.
Besyanteo: Then we will talk inside. *he scoops up the book in his jaws again,*
Idran1701: *the humanoid glances* ...Eh?
Idran1701: OH!
Besyanteo: *and stands fully, side stepping for them*
Idran1701: WELCOME!
Idran1701: Welcome to Seamus's shop!
Idran1701: I am Seamus! Welcome!
CGNakibe: *w* And just when I thought things were getting less strange....
Idran1701: (This is on Lil's end, just to clarify for everyone. :O)
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..And what does Seamus supply?
CGNakibe: *opens the door* Well then.
SongstressEnlil: *w2Arian* Thing a minute with you lot, isn't it? *Chuckles.*
Besyanteo: *he pads in!*
SongstressEnlil: *Heads in as well*
Besyanteo: *and waits by the door for them to enter*
Idran1701: ...Did you not see my sign?
Idran1701: I wrote it myself.
CGNakibe: *enters after all others have come in*
SongstressEnlil: (*Giggling*)
TheWaiChibiAngel: Take a tooth and step through?
CGNakibe: Can I get you anything?
Idran1701: *hopping down, a pair of small batwings becomes apparant*
Idran1701: That one too!
SongstressEnlil: Sure, a plate of fish and the second cheapest bub they got. *winks*
Idran1701: I, Seamusxanthuszenus, Merchant Most Excellent, sell parts and pieces!
Idran1701: *stares at her* Anything that dies, I will sell it to you!
Besyanteo: *He just waits for Arian to move. Arian might note that with a book in your mouth, talking might be difficult*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Parts and..pieces.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..
CGNakibe: I was talking to our other guest. *moves, he does*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Why do I always find the people who sell DEAD THINGS?!
Besyanteo: (But does he have allen wrentches and gerbil feeders?)
Idran1701: ...Because you are lucky? *stares*
SongstressEnlil: Just havin' a laugh, cutter, havin' a laugh.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Lucky my foot!
Idran1701: It is?
CGNakibe: (hahaha)
CGNakibe: (I like this guy already.)
Besyanteo: *He moves to an empty table, and sits by it, before looking by to Arian*
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
Idran1701: *quirks his head at her*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Do I look like a rabbit?
CGNakibe: *makes his way over to said empty table*
Idran1701: Yes! *grins*
Besyanteo: (back to*)
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
Idran1701: *takes a seat herself, watching the wolf*
SongstressEnlil: *To the barkeep, if she's about* Oy, a mug of you're second cheapest!
Idran1701: Do you want to buy something? You can sell something instead if you want! I always barter!
Besyanteo: *he sort of clumsily climbs into a chair, sitting on his haunches, and sets his book onm the table* Nng. This binding tastes terrible.
CGNakibe: Something for myself as well. Karinska, would you like anything?
CGNakibe: I can imagine so. Yours, I assume?
Idran1701: The bartender glances over to the group; looks like Melissa's still working here.
Besyanteo: Yes. My spell book. *he sets a protective front paw on the cover. It would be cute if it weren't so bloody strange.*
Idran1701: Smiling at the familiar face of Arian, and looking less confounded at the wolf sitting there than perhaps she should be, she carts a mug over for the dwarf.
CGNakibe: Is... that your natural shape?
CGNakibe: Sorry, that must have been impolite.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
SongstressEnlil: Thanks, lass. *Grins*
TheWaiChibiAngel: No.
CGNakibe: *a slight bow* I apologize.
Besyanteo: It is. *plainly*
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Uncerimoniously turns and leaves!*
Idran1701: ...Oh.
CGNakibe: IM: Hmm.
Idran1701: Hey!
Besyanteo: Do not be bothered. I must seem weird to someone from the Prime.
Idran1701: Lil heads off, passing through the portal's spot...and bumping her nose into the far wall.
Idran1701: Just a bit too late, she hears from behind her: You need a key!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Whirls*
TheWaiChibiAngel: A key.
Idran1701: *he's still grinning at her, bouncing up and down a bit* Yes!
TheWaiChibiAngel: And let me guess, I have to buy it.
SongstressEnlil: *Has a drink.*
CGNakibe: To be honest, yes. But I have seen several wierd things in the past few weeks. I'm starting to get rather overloaded.
Idran1701: *excited* Do you want to buy it?
TheWaiChibiAngel: No.
SongstressEnlil: Ah...*puts the mug down* How the Cage works.
Idran1701: ...Oh.
Besyanteo: *he shakes out a bit* I can imagine. ... Still, I should say sorry. I still haven't told you who I am.
Idran1701: Then no. *looks down sadly*
Besyanteo: I am Guy, from Brux.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Aha!
Idran1701: ...I thought so!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ..I'll buy it for two copper.
CGNakibe: Brux? o.o
Idran1701: You're a petitioner, aren't you?
SongstressEnlil: *Nods to Karinska*
Besyanteo: *nod*
Idran1701: *looks up, grinning and bouncing* You will! Because I am Seamusxanthuszenus, Slayer of Fiends, Merchant Most Excellent, Purveyor of Death!
SongstressEnlil: S'pleasure. Name's Ducim Granitestrike
Besyanteo: *he nods polite like to the purple dward!*
Besyanteo: (Ducim... must remember this.)
Idran1701: *to the wolf* I've met a few of you. I'm from Faunel, myself.
CGNakibe: Pleased to meet you, Guy.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Pulls out that two copper.*
CGNakibe: IM: Well, more pleased than in other circumstnaces...
Idran1701: *snatches it quick-like, and dashes back behind the counter, leaving a small whirlwind of dust in his wake*
Besyanteo: (sorry, distraction)
Idran1701: *and he dashes back, handing Lil...a feather* Here is your key!
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
Besyanteo: *He flicks an ear!* Now... you want to know why I am here, and why I know you, yes?
TheWaiChibiAngel: Thanks.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Heads out!*
Idran1701: Come again when you need dead things!
TheWaiChibiAngel: IM: Rotting must make your head soft.
CGNakibe: Yes, I would indeed. Certainly I didn't think we were famous already. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Idran1701: *Lil heads back, the portal working just fine this time, though the feather vanishes as she passes through*
Besyanteo: You are not.
SongstressEnlil: *Drinks and listens, clearly fascinated.*
Idran1701: It must have been something important to take you from your plane, though.
Besyanteo: *another flick* I have been sent to help to return home. You and your friends... Where are they? These *he looks ar Ducim and Karinska in turn* Are not the ones described to me.
CGNakibe: Er, several of my friends have given in to the urge to... wander.
CGNakibe: They should be along shortly.
SongstressEnlil: Just a tout, cutter. Coolin' my heels and enjoyin' my silver.
SongstressEnlil: I'll keep you chant in the dark though, no worries there.
SongstressEnlil: *your
Idran1701: I'm a friend of Arian's, though not from his home, no.
CGNakibe: *nods*
Besyanteo: *flickflick* ... I see.
TheWaiChibiAngel: Hmph.
TheWaiChibiAngel: *WALKS*
Besyanteo: *You know, the lack of any expression on his face must be creepy. Than and how his skin around his mouth keeps wanting to pretend to be lips.*
CGNakibe: IM: ... and how exactly am I supposed to read the expressions of a wolf? >.>;;;
CGNakibe: IM: Where the hell IS Lilium anyway?
Besyanteo: I can not stay if you and your friends would not have me. ... Will you allow me in your company, atleast until your friends come back? *his head tilts, and his tail wags a little*
CGNakibe: I see no reason to turn you away at this point.
Besyanteo: Good! *tail wags more, though his head rights itself*
CGNakibe: IM: Okay, now that i s something I'm very much more used to seeing on the average dog.
CGNakibe: IM: Certainly not on a wolf that talks back.
Idran1701: ...Guy, you didn't happen to pass through Faunel on your trip, did you?
SongstressEnlil: IM: Wonder if he gets mad if people toss sticks around him?
Besyanteo: Yes. Why? *head tilt, and his tail stops*
Idran1701: Lil's travels continue! She soon comes across a fairly normal looking spot this time: Chinzpeter's Clothing Store, the sign says.
TheWaiChibiAngel: \*IN*
Idran1701: Oh, it's been some time since I've been home. How is everything there?
Besyanteo: *head upright!* Things are well.
Idran1701: Inside...well, it's exactly what it seemed. Racks and racks of second-hand clothing, it appears. Clothing, headgear, and footwear all.
Idran1701: The proprietor, likely Chinzpeter, seems to be a fiend-blooded from the small horns protruding from his head, but otherwise looks fairly human.
Besyanteo: (... I see him with black oiled hair, wearing a striped tweed suit.)
TheWaiChibiAngel: Please, please tell me you don't sell dead things!
CGNakibe: (Tweed suit?)
CGNakibe: (Wormwood? o.o)
Besyanteo: (Wormwood? What?)
Idran1701: ...What? No, no, just clothing.
CGNakibe: *nods* Can I get you anything while you wait, Guy?
Idran1701: *stares a bit at her*
CGNakibe: (Just a vague image I have of the devil from The Screwtape Letters)
TheWaiChibiAngel: Good!
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Heads back OUT*
Besyanteo: No, thank you. My magic will feed and drink me until morning.
CGNakibe: Damn handy talent, that.
Besyanteo: ... *earflicks, as he looks around the establishment*
SongstressEnlil: That it is.
Besyanteo: ... You are a magic user, are you not? You should have had a chance to learn it by now.
Besyanteo: *head tilt!*
CGNakibe: Not quite at this juncture. Err.... Magic isn't something that is readily learned on our world...
SongstressEnlil: Won't quite take the place of a rod and a nice pool, but when you're in a hurry and ain't got jink, can't beat it.
Besyanteo: Oh...
Idran1701: Lil wanders once more! Glancing about, not seeing much yet in the way of businesses...though...wait, was that half of a person that just walked by?
Besyanteo: ... Would you like a copy?
SongstressEnlil: (HA!)
TheWaiChibiAngel: *..Which half?*
Besyanteo: *still head tilted*
Idran1701: *the right*
CGNakibe: I would. o.o A... are you sure its alright?
Besyanteo: (... hot damn.)
Besyanteo: (Walking must look funny)
CGNakibe: (Hop hop hop!)
Idran1701: (A bit, yes!)
Idran1701: (Nah, looks more like his left half is invisible. :D)
Besyanteo: I can trust you will not harm my book as I copy? *not defensive sounding... then again,m he's not a very tonal speaker. Head still tilted!*
CGNakibe: On my honor.
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
Besyanteo: *head upright* Then it will be fine.
TheWaiChibiAngel: You know, there's a shop down that way that sells spare parts.
Besyanteo: *he starts nosing through his own book on the table. ... literally.*
SongstressEnlil: (Oh damn)
Idran1701: ...Eh?
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Indicates*
Idran1701: (HAlfguy)
Idran1701: ...Thanks?
Idran1701: *looks befuddled by her comment* Don't think it'll be that helpful, but thanks for th' thought...I s'pose.
Besyanteo: Take out your book.
Besyanteo: (font)
Besyanteo: (...font)
Besyanteo: (work damn you. e.e)
CGNakibe: Ah. Yes. *does so.... and stuffs those crazy cogs back into his pack as he does*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Must be a bloody tough way to be a mage.
Idran1701: *as he faces her, she can just see that some sort of silvery barrier keeps her from seeing what the inside of a person looks like in life*
CGNakibe: (Computer: SCREW YOU!)
Besyanteo: *Now... noses through ARian's book. Again, cute. Almost. Seems to be heading for a blank page*
Besyanteo: *Atleast unless Arian stops him*
Besyanteo: (WHAT WOULD BE FUNNY AND HORRIBLE HERE: )
Besyanteo: (Arian: ... And then the dog at my life's studies. ;-;)
CGNakibe: Err... just... try not to sneeze. >.>;;;
Besyanteo: (Lil: Not THAT tired excuse. e_e)
Idran1701: (Ha. :D)
SongstressEnlil: (Guy: ACHOO! Oh, sorry about your Magic Missile, there)
Besyanteo: *rather than responding....*
Besyanteo: *He starts chanting!*
SongstressEnlil: (Shaun is to furnish rent in the form of giggles)
Idran1701: *and he walks off; man, that's odd*
Besyanteo: *touching his nose first to a page of text on his book,*
Besyanteo: *and then to the blank one on Arian's...*
Besyanteo: (Copy!)
CGNakibe: (ARRRRGH. MY EXPERIMENTS! >.<)
Idran1701: (Arian gives me a d100. :O)
OnlineHost: CGNakibe rolled 1 100-sided die: 79
Idran1701: The spell copies! Though Arian can't make heads or tails of it...no pun intended.
Besyanteo: You have it.
Idran1701: PErhaps with further study, however, he can achieve understanding.
SongstressEnlil: That's some trick, cutter. Right nice of you to give it for free, too.
CGNakibe: *scratches head* Don't quite grasp the concepts, though. Perhaps after a bit more study...
Besyanteo: *now works, clmsily, to close his own book. With his nose.* It is a small favor I can... *struggle* give...
TheWaiChibiAngel: ...
TheWaiChibiAngel: (Sorry, distracted again)
Besyanteo: *earflickearflickearflickearflick*
TheWaiChibiAngel: I just figured it would be helpful!
Besyanteo: *Huh. He seems to alternate between ears.*
Idran1701: *he stops, and turns* Oh, no, I apprec'ate it!
Idran1701: Been there 'fore, though!
Idran1701: Not much luck! *shrugs*
CGNakibe: IM: Eh?
Idran1701: *well, half-shrugs*
TheWaiChibiAngel: Oh!
TheWaiChibiAngel: Okay!
TheWaiChibiAngel: *Turns and leaveS*
Besyanteo: *Finally! He gets it closed.*
Besyanteo: ... I am still new with such material things...
CGNakibe: *nods*
Besyanteo: *he shakes his head a bit, to reposition hos hood over his ears* ... Uhm.
CGNakibe: Hm?
Besyanteo: ... Is this what people from the Prime do? *looks about the room* ... It seems...
Besyanteo: dull.
SongstressEnlil: *Sip*
SongstressEnlil: Hey, don't knock a good place to cool your heels.
CGNakibe: Just came back from a trip about now, for starters. Its nice to just relax for the present.
Idran1701: *there's Melissa again, looking a bit amused* Pft. Barely tried it, and you're already putting it down.
Idran1701: So, rest of you all decided what you'd like?
SongstressEnlil: Got any fish in?
Besyanteo: *his ears flatten against his skull under the hood. The right one flicks occasionally* I will be fine, thank you.
CGNakibe: I'll take a bit of steak, if you have it.
Idran1701: *nodding to Arian, he looks to Ducim* Eh...got some Elysian cod in recently. Honestly, though, not all that great. I can cook some up, if you're really in the mood for fish, though.
SongstressEnlil: Hrm. I'll have what he's havin'. *Nods to Arian*
Idran1701: Right. And I'll have whatever you have handy.
Idran1701: *looks to ARian* Glad t' see you're sticking around, by the way. Most Primes head on by now to a better establishment.
CGNakibe: Eh. *shrugs* The atmosphere here is nice.
Idran1701: *chuckling, she nods, heading in back*
SongstressEnlil: Better'n that soddin' Dustie bar, that's for sure.
SongstressEnlil: Found a bone in my bub there one time, swear to the spire.
SongstressEnlil: *Sip*
Besyanteo: ... *looks around more.*
Idran1701: So, where are you from, Ducim? You haven't mentioned that yet.
Idran1701: *Guy finds it to be a...fairly boring looking in. Not much like any other Sigilian building he's seen, the inside's designed to look like it's made out of plain wood*
SongstressEnlil: Oh. blimey. Little burg out on the Outlands. S
Besyanteo: IM: uncomfortable sitting place... silent people... Nothing to chase... I so dislike the cities.
Idran1701: *even has a fake window with a view over some sort of plains; the meadow-type*
SongstressEnlil: *'place for Muamman Duathal's lot, mostly.
Idran1701 has left the room.
CGNakibe: (GM down! I repeat, GM down! ;_; )
Idran1701 has entered the room.
Idran1701: (...Think my connection just reset.)
Idran1701 has left the room.
Idran1701 has entered the room.
CGNakibe: (WB)
SongstressEnlil: (Updated.)
SongstressEnlil: (He's got trouble again)
SongstressEnlil: (He just DCed)
Idran1701 has left the room.
Idran1701 has entered the room.
CGNakibe: (WBx2)
Idran1701: (There we go. Sorry again about that.)
SongstressEnlil: (Yay!)
Idran1701: (My third attempt! Did anyone say anything after Pervy mentioned Muammon?)
SongstressEnlil: (Nope)
Idran1701: (*nod*)
CGNakibe: (Nothing is missed)
Idran1701: I don't think I know of him. A power, from the sound of it?
SongstressEnlil: Aye. He's for the wanderers and explorers of me da's folk. Well, just about anyone, really. But mostly them.
Idran1701: ...Your father's folk?
CGNakibe: Hmm... *files this information away for the future*
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
SongstressEnlil: Figured ye'd able to call a planes touched when ye see it, lass. What with- *Nods to her wings*
Idran1701: ...Oh...mine aren't...exactly...*glances to Arian*
CGNakibe: The wings are more of a recent thing. >.>
SongstressEnlil: Huh. Never get the yawn with you guys.
SongstressEnlil: Anyways, planes touched. Most dwarves don't come with blue blood, y'see. *Grins*
Idran1701: ...you're part fiend, then?
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* From ma's side.
CGNakibe: Hm. *nods* That must be interesting.
Idran1701: *nods*
Idran1701: *glancing to the likely-increasingly-twitchy Guy as they speak*
Idran1701: (...Wait, what happened to Zero?)
Idran1701: (Just realized he vanished a while ago. >_>)
SongstressEnlil: Eh. You'd be surprised, Ma' fits in back home better than most people think.
CGNakibe: (That's an excellent question.)
SongstressEnlil: (Ooze puddled)
Besyanteo: (... Huh. He did go AFK.)
CGNakibe: (Huh.)
Besyanteo: (Never saw him say anything about it in the room)
Idran1701: (He disappeared back when you all went into the inn.)
SongstressEnlil: (Didn't even notice)
Besyanteo: (...)
Idran1701: (Yeah, same here, as quiet as Idolator is.)
Besyanteo: (Interesting away notice)
Idran1701: (Oh, that's one of his presets, Bes.)
SongstressEnlil: (I assume his niece got into something)
Besyanteo: (Even so.)
Besyanteo: (Certianly no misreading. =P)
Idran1701: (He has the same sized font for "sleep". :O)
Idran1701: (Anyway!)
Idran1701: *w to Guy* I do know of a park or two here. It's not the wilds, of course...
SongstressEnlil: *Siiiiip and grin* Nothin' like the good cheap stuff.
Besyanteo: That would be most fun. *tailwag rapid like*
Besyanteo: (I am falling asleep.)
Idran1701: (As good a sign as any for a cut, then.)
Besyanteo: (whee!)
Brodzky Zero: (Blar. Sorry. Christmas lights didn't turn on at the appointed time so I had to go out into the cold and troubleshoot 'em.)
Besyanteo: (:( )
Idran1701: (Aha. :( )
Idran1701: (What was wrong?)
Brodzky Zero: (ONE BULB = AN HOUR OF WORK)
Besyanteo: (Ouch.)
Idran1701: (Oh, that sort of problem.)
CGNakibe: (Yep. That's how it usually works. >:\)
Brodzky Zero: (A: THe timer was set 12 hours ahead.)
Brodzky Zero: (B: Some bulbs were defective, despite me testing them before putting 'em up >: )
Brodzky Zero: (C: It's hard as fuck to be steady on a ladder AND fiddle with tiny lights when you can't feel your hands.)
CGNakibe: (Glad you're in from the cold, at least)
Brodzky Zero: (My tea got cold in the meantime.)
Brodzky Zero: (What a cruel world.)
Besyanteo: (And... Sleep, unless there's exps to note down or something!)
Idran1701: (Nope, not for this session.)
Idran1701: (...Well, except Lil. I'll give her 50 for letting me have some fun with her wanders. :D)
Besyanteo: (Heh.)
CGNakibe: (Sleep is for Shaun too.)
Idran1701: (Night, both of you.)
Besyanteo: (Night folks!)
CGNakibe has left the room.
Besyanteo has left the room.
SongstressEnlil: (Hey, we fought an ooze puddle)
SongstressEnlil: (Sorta. Ducim whacked it with his axe flat)
Idran1701: (Not quite worth XP. But it was amusing! :D)
SongstressEnlil: (Good enough!)
Idran1701: Ah, could someone get me a contiguous log for tonight, by the way?