(7:50:24 PM) You have just entered room "sean27x."
(7:50:28 PM) Besyanteo has entered the room.
(7:50:33 PM) CGNakibe has entered the room.
CGNakibe (7:50:36 PM): Do I need to stab me some AIM today?
CGNakibe (7:50:39 PM): No? GOOD. eVE
Idran1701 (7:50:42 PM): Hopefully not!
Idran1701 (7:50:43 PM): :D
(7:50:56 PM) SongstressEnlil has entered the room.
Besyanteo (7:50:58 PM): brb, starving hungry for no good reason. x_x
CGNakibe (7:51:22 PM): I, of course, suggest Flesh of the Innocent.
Idran1701 (7:51:22 PM): *nod*
CGNakibe (7:51:30 PM): Horrible carnivore that I am.
CGNakibe (7:51:44 PM): Tonight I feast on water-dwellers myself.
Idran1701 (7:51:45 PM): Shaun: Oh, and yet you were so uppity about the possibility of secret cannibals in the Grey Waste.
CGNakibe (7:52:10 PM): Arian objects to anything that eats HIS flesh, as opposed to the other way 'round. >:p
CGNakibe (7:53:44 PM): Idran: I still am watching out for Corn Children.
Idran1701 (7:55:32 PM): How about Cornfield-sending Children?
SongstressEnlil (7:56:00 PM): *Or children bearig corn?*
CGNakibe (7:56:06 PM): All are bad.
CGNakibe (7:56:08 PM): All are NO.
Idran1701 (7:56:20 PM): What about ambulatory ears of baby corn?
CGNakibe (7:56:23 PM): WE'VE SEEN WHAT CHRIS DOES WITH CORN.
Idran1701 (7:56:31 PM): Trades it for art?
CGNakibe (7:56:34 PM): HIM AND HIS HORRIBLE CANS! >:{{{
CGNakibe (7:56:39 PM): YAES!
Besyanteo (8:07:15 PM): Hay.
Idran1701 (8:07:49 PM): !
SongstressEnlil (8:07:51 PM): *::Gets Bes a feedbag::*
Idran1701 (8:07:55 PM): All right, then. Both of you ready?
Besyanteo (8:08:44 PM): Yarr.
SongstressEnlil (8:08:52 PM): *Brb rapture*
Idran1701 (8:08:58 PM): Bah, you're not going anywhere.
SongstressEnlil (8:09:21 PM): *I got a ticket from a scalper ;_;*
Idran1701 (8:09:37 PM): *looks* Pervy, that's a ticket to Wrestlemania.
Besyanteo (8:09:42 PM): I am more amused than I ought to be.
SongstressEnlil (8:09:47 PM): *...Even better!*
Besyanteo (8:09:53 PM): Also:
Idran1701 (8:09:59 PM): NCW Wrestlemania.
Besyanteo (8:10:06 PM): ... NCW?
Idran1701 (8:10:09 PM): NWC?
SongstressEnlil (8:10:11 PM): *...Dammit*
Idran1701 (8:10:11 PM): Whichever it is.
Idran1701 (8:10:16 PM): I don't know my wrestling. >:
Besyanteo (8:10:19 PM): I dunno WHAT it is.
Idran1701 (8:10:29 PM): The thing that isn't WWE.
SongstressEnlil (8:10:32 PM): *It's like offbrand wrestling*
Besyanteo (8:10:45 PM): Yar. Kay. o.o
Idran1701 (8:10:52 PM): Indeed!
SongstressEnlil (8:10:57 PM): *Anyways, fry 'em up, Dan!*
Idran1701 (8:12:21 PM): <RP BEGINS>
Besyanteo (8:16:29 PM): (Sorry, distracting IDran)
Idran1701 (8:16:38 PM): (Indeed. >:!)
Idran1701 (8:16:41 PM): ((:D))
Idran1701 (8:19:17 PM): Their sleep passes calmly, with no real interruptions, and as the light begins to grow in strength once more, the two travelers are slowly ushered into wakefulness.
Idran1701 (8:19:48 PM): The sunflies from the previous night seem to have already awakened, performing their dances in the distance, though they're a bit harder to spy in the brighter daylight hours.
Idran1701 (8:20:12 PM): The scent of the morning dew wafts around the pair, having clung to themselves as much as the grass around them.
Besyanteo (8:21:51 PM): *He sits, admiring it all for a while*
SongstressEnlil (8:22:38 PM): *Man, this hunam takes forever to wake up*
Idran1701 (8:23:53 PM): (Any change to spell list for today, Bes?)
Besyanteo (8:24:01 PM): (Eh? Ah. No. :o)
Idran1701 (8:24:06 PM): (*nod*)
SongstressEnlil (8:24:06 PM): *But eventually he does reach full consciousness, after a period of zombie-like listlessness marked by fumbling about for soemthing to eat.*
Besyanteo (8:24:40 PM): Good morning Karl. I expected to wait much longer.
Besyanteo (8:25:02 PM): I have been told the two legs all sleep very late in the day. *watches him*
SongstressEnlil (8:25:38 PM): *Runs a hand through his hair in a meager attempt to groom it* Hm? How long have you been awake?
Besyanteo (8:26:21 PM): Dawn.
Besyanteo (8:26:36 PM): I have already been around, explored a bit, and fed. *tail wag*
SongstressEnlil (8:26:52 PM): *Looks about for a sun, before realizing they don't have those sorts of things here.* Oh.
SongstressEnlil (8:27:04 PM): Ah, sorry to keep you, then.
SongstressEnlil (8:27:20 PM): I've had a history of, ah, sleeping rather like the dead.
Besyanteo (8:27:56 PM): It does not bother me.
CGNakibe (8:27:57 PM): (Lilium: Speak for yourself.)
SongstressEnlil (8:28:27 PM): That's good.
SongstressEnlil (8:28:45 PM): IM: Such an easygoing person he is. Perhaps I should spend more time with animals.
Besyanteo (8:29:33 PM): *he shakes out a bit!*
Besyanteo (8:29:43 PM): *and hums to himself*
SongstressEnlil (8:29:45 PM): *Gathers up his stuff* You're ready to move on, then?
Besyanteo (8:29:53 PM): I am.
Besyanteo (8:30:06 PM): *back to humming! .. Huh, that's an odd tune.*
SongstressEnlil (8:30:41 PM): IM: I wonder if he was following those sunflies?
SongstressEnlil (8:31:04 PM): *Eventually, things are regathered, and Karl is ready to carry on.* Lead the way, my friend?
Besyanteo (8:31:36 PM): Of course. *he stands, and starts walking!*
Idran1701 (8:32:00 PM): (Guy carrying his book, or does KArl have it for him?)
SongstressEnlil (8:32:28 PM): *Follows along* I presume you didn't find anything odd while looking around?
Besyanteo (8:32:33 PM): (I believe Karl has it.)
Besyanteo (8:32:50 PM): No, I did not. Though...
Besyanteo (8:32:56 PM): The bugs sleep as well.
Besyanteo (8:33:17 PM): The light has warmed the ground since then.
SongstressEnlil (8:33:25 PM): Makes sense, I suppose. Do they have nests of some sort?
Besyanteo (8:33:44 PM): (Does he know this?)
Besyanteo (8:34:09 PM): (...)
Besyanteo (8:34:18 PM): (... no wait.)
Besyanteo (8:36:33 PM): I do not know for sure.
SongstressEnlil (8:36:50 PM): Ah.
SongstressEnlil (8:37:54 PM): *Carries on, hoping Guy can pick out the Ankhegs if they're about.*
Idran1701 (8:38:08 PM): The pair press on; from their pace, it appears they should reach the spire by late evening.
Idran1701 (8:40:00 PM): Some hours pass...no ankhegs can be felt just yet, though they can see some large, wandering creature nearby.
Idran1701 (8:40:23 PM): It looks to be fairly massive and bulky, but it's not quite close enough just yet to make out more than a general sillhouette.
(8:40:52 PM) KnightsofSquare has entered the room.
Besyanteo (8:40:53 PM): (lurker inbound)
KnightsofSquare (8:41:07 PM): (?! DYCEDARG?)
SongstressEnlil (8:41:14 PM): (WHY YES)
Idran1701 (8:41:15 PM): (Hey, Mike. :O)
Besyanteo (8:41:52 PM): *keeps an eye out for that... but if it's not approaching, it's not a big concern*
SongstressEnlil (8:42:19 PM): *Watches more out of curiostity than any sort of threat.*
Idran1701 (8:42:24 PM): It looks to be at least 8, possibly 9 feet tall...it doesn't seem to be approaching them, though its path may bring it near them.
Besyanteo (8:42:26 PM): ("... and then, it fired the poisonous barbs.")
SongstressEnlil (8:43:09 PM): *Biped? Quadrep? Hecatonchiere?*
Besyanteo (8:43:18 PM): ... Keep your pace. I will go examine this.
Idran1701 (8:43:22 PM): (Quadraped.)
Besyanteo (8:43:26 PM): *he breaks into a sprint!*
Idran1701 (8:43:28 PM): (...I misspelled that.)
Idran1701 (8:43:35 PM): (Quadriped?)
Besyanteo (8:43:35 PM): (We'd notice?)
Idran1701 (8:43:44 PM): (Heh. Fair enough.)
SongstressEnlil (8:43:44 PM): Al-*Is left!* -right...
Idran1701 (8:45:03 PM): Guy dashes off, approaching the large figure...
SongstressEnlil (8:45:04 PM): IM: One can hardly fault his enthusiasm.
SongstressEnlil (8:45:19 PM): *Watches whilst keeping pace like asked.*
Idran1701 (8:45:39 PM): ...details soon come into sight...it appears an elephantine creature with a short trunk, though with a lizard-like tail.
Besyanteo (8:46:05 PM): *Stays at a reasonable distance, to examine it, and it's demeanor*
Idran1701 (8:46:35 PM): It glances towards the approaching wolf, but seems to make no reaction as it continues its slow, ambling pace.
SongstressEnlil (8:47:24 PM): (And thus does Guy suddenly recall his Vedic origins and a hunger for pachyderm flesh)
Idran1701 (8:47:32 PM): (Heh.)
Besyanteo (8:47:44 PM): Do you speak?
Besyanteo (8:47:54 PM): *HEy, valid question where he's from.*
Idran1701 (8:48:41 PM): *A voice breaks through in his mind* T: Not as such, no. Greetings, furred one.
Besyanteo (8:49:07 PM): And greetings to you as well.
Idran1701 (8:49:19 PM): T: Do you travel through these lands as well? *amused* This doesn't seem the climate one often finds wolves in, let alone ones who speak.
SongstressEnlil (8:49:36 PM): *Onwards walk!* IM: This is so much better than walking through Avernus. I hope Arian isn't having too rough a time wherever the Dustmen sent him.
Idran1701 (8:49:59 PM): (:D)
Besyanteo (8:50:04 PM): *his tail wags, as he sits* Only on a simple errand.
Besyanteo (8:50:12 PM): I am not from this place.
Besyanteo (8:50:20 PM): You know of Brux?
Idran1701 (8:50:33 PM): (...Huh, I'm having a weird deja vu feeling about a wolf talking to this type of creature. Strange.)
Besyanteo (8:50:44 PM): (Maybe Jungle Book?)
Besyanteo (8:50:47 PM): (*shrug*)
Idran1701 (8:50:48 PM): T: I know of it, yes. Far from home, aren't you?
Idran1701 (8:50:56 PM): (Maybe, but it's more a D&D scenario deja vu feeling.)
CGNakibe (8:50:59 PM): (Greetings Great Mother Amaterasu!)
SongstressEnlil (8:51:06 PM): IM: Ah, it looks like things are going well with Guy. I certainly wouldn't sit down if concerned.
Besyanteo (8:51:11 PM): I am, yes. Still, not as far as my friend who walks this way now.
Besyanteo (8:51:30 PM): I work to send him home safely.
Idran1701 (8:51:54 PM): T: Ah. A noble task.
Besyanteo (8:52:10 PM): *looks over to check KArl's progress*
SongstressEnlil (8:53:19 PM): *Keeping an even pace. How much he is catching up, though...*
Idran1701 (8:53:24 PM): He seems to be making a good amount...though from where Karl stands, he can just spy some sort of ruckus high up that central pillar...it would appear one of the ni'iath's has taken an interest in one of the climbers.
Besyanteo (8:53:41 PM): *can Guy hear it?*
Idran1701 (8:54:08 PM): *Nope, nor can Karl. Too far off for that.*
Idran1701 (8:54:23 PM): *Only reason Karl can see it is with how large those wormy creatures are.*
SongstressEnlil (8:54:27 PM): *Looks toward it, to see what happens; if he can.*
Besyanteo (8:54:46 PM): Mmm. I do what I can, that is all.
Besyanteo (8:55:38 PM): Where do you travel today? *looks back to the elephant thingy*
Idran1701 (8:56:42 PM): He can spy a small speck...go flying off from the pillar, almost as if it were falling directly away from the pillar, before stopping abruptly. Perhaps tied down.
SongstressEnlil (8:57:08 PM): IM: That cannot have been comfortable...
Idran1701 (8:57:13 PM): T: Oh, I travel to see the planes.
Idran1701 (8:57:19 PM): T: Explore what lies beyond the Outlands.
Idran1701 (8:57:22 PM): T: And you?
Idran1701 (8:58:03 PM): The worm seems to fly off after this, either fought off or merely growing bored.
Besyanteo (8:58:10 PM): We search for a portal to the Prime.
Idran1701 (8:58:49 PM): T: Oh? Your friend's home, I take it?
Besyanteo (8:58:53 PM): Yes.
Idran1701 (8:59:30 PM): *it nods* T: Well, I wish you luck on your quest.
Besyanteo (8:59:48 PM): Thank you. I wish you a safe trip in return.
SongstressEnlil (8:59:57 PM): IM: Hmm. I suppose they are some sort of predator, but it seems out of place here.
Idran1701 (9:01:17 PM): T: Thank you. Please, continue to walk with me. We shall meet your friend soon, it appears.
Besyanteo (9:01:50 PM): *walks!*
Besyanteo (9:01:55 PM): Gladly.
SongstressEnlil (9:02:31 PM): *Looks back to Guy and Elephantine, and subtly alters his course to meet with them sooner.*
Besyanteo (9:02:45 PM): Do you have a name?
Idran1701 (9:03:48 PM): T: Hohnjanal. And you?
Idran1701 (9:04:01 PM): *the two soon come near enough for Karl to overhear...well, Guy, at least*
SongstressEnlil (9:04:30 PM): *Waves with his free hand*
Besyanteo (9:04:31 PM): Guy.
Besyanteo (9:04:49 PM): *he looks to Karl, and... sort of jumps*
Besyanteo (9:05:24 PM): *What the hell was that?*
Idran1701 (9:05:32 PM): *it nods, and turns its gaze to Karl, as he feels the mind enter his own as well* T: Ah, greetings to you.
SongstressEnlil (9:05:52 PM): *Now it's his turn to start!*
SongstressEnlil (9:06:20 PM): Ah, Hello good...sir, I assume?
Besyanteo (9:06:24 PM): IM: He knows the four legger wave?
Besyanteo (9:06:32 PM): IM: I expected him to be confused.
Idran1701 (9:06:33 PM): T: Indeed. Hohnjanal. And you?
Idran1701 (9:06:48 PM): (Ha. :D)
SongstressEnlil (9:07:28 PM): I am Questor Karl Hendrick of *slight pause, as though catching himself* Legunda.
Idran1701 (9:08:46 PM): *it nods* T: A pleasure.
Idran1701 (9:09:05 PM): T: Your friend tells me you seek a portal to your home?
SongstressEnlil (9:09:41 PM): Likewise, Hohnjanal. And that is correct. We are making way toward the Golden Fields to find it.
SongstressEnlil (9:10:02 PM): Where is your destination?
Idran1701 (9:10:22 PM): T: I have none. My journey is its own reward, and it shall end when it ends.
SongstressEnlil (9:10:42 PM): Ah.
SongstressEnlil (9:10:54 PM): Where do you come from, then?
Idran1701 (9:11:59 PM): T: I originally dwell within the Outlands, though I sought greater sights to see.
Idran1701 (9:12:10 PM): (This is a shared transmission, by the way, Guy can hear this too. :O)
Besyanteo (9:12:25 PM): (Righto)
Besyanteo (9:13:26 PM): *walking with them! Or something.*
Besyanteo (9:13:33 PM): *Quiet fella when others talk maybe?*
SongstressEnlil (9:14:17 PM): I've spent a little time on the outermost parts of the Outlands. I have to confess, they weren't terribly exciting.
Idran1701 (9:15:02 PM): *Hohnjanal walks alongside them for now, watching the road ahead* T: Ah, yes, I can see how one could think that. Though at times that may be a good thing, yes?
SongstressEnlil (9:15:31 PM): *Nods* I was about to say the same. Before, I was in Avernus, escorting a caravan.
Idran1701 (9:15:51 PM): T: ...Ah. I have little love for the lower planes, myself.
Idran1701 (9:16:26 PM): *glances down* T: The both of you, I assume?
SongstressEnlil (9:16:31 PM): I can say I've found exactly nothing to love beyond being able to leave.
Besyanteo (9:17:19 PM): (Avernus?)
Besyanteo (9:17:34 PM): (The baator trip?)
SongstressEnlil (9:17:40 PM): And no, Guy and I have only recently begun to travel together.
SongstressEnlil (9:17:44 PM): (First Layer)
SongstressEnlil (9:17:52 PM): (Second Layer was Dis)
Idran1701 (9:18:03 PM): (Indeed.)
Besyanteo (9:18:09 PM): This is true. He has other friends he traveled with.
Idran1701 (9:18:24 PM): T: Ah. And where are they today?
Besyanteo (9:19:01 PM): They search for a cure for the sickness of one of their number.
Besyanteo (9:19:10 PM): Yes? *looks to Karl*
Besyanteo (9:19:24 PM): (near as I recall. Eh heheh.)
SongstressEnlil (9:19:27 PM): *Nods* Less a sickness, more of a condition, really.
Idran1701 (9:19:38 PM): *nods* T: A noble quest of its own.
SongstressEnlil (9:19:55 PM): I'm not certain where they went.
SongstressEnlil (9:20:07 PM): IM: In one sense, I suppose.
SongstressEnlil (9:21:53 PM): Are you making way toward the other layer?
Idran1701 (9:22:24 PM): T: Ah, no. I am merely making my way across these lands.
SongstressEnlil (9:23:24 PM): *Nods* Are you familiar with those worm-like creatures that gather near the pillar?
Idran1701 (9:23:47 PM): T: Vaguely, yes.
Besyanteo (9:23:59 PM): .. *looks that way*
SongstressEnlil (9:24:26 PM): I suspect they'll be a problem for us.
Idran1701 (9:24:31 PM): *about halfway between the two layers, Guy can make out the vague schools of worm-like creatures floating through the sky*
Besyanteo (9:24:42 PM): IM: Hm.
Idran1701 (9:25:34 PM): T: Perhaps. From what I recall, they have some level of control over gravity.
Idran1701 (9:25:55 PM): T: I would suggest ensuring you are well-attached while you ascend should you encounter one.
SongstressEnlil (9:26:47 PM): I will be certain to remember that.
SongstressEnlil (9:26:58 PM): Are they predators of some kind?
Idran1701 (9:27:27 PM): T: Indeed.
Idran1701 (9:28:42 PM): T: One thing you must keep in mind here; anything worth accomplishing in this land will require effort to achieve.
Idran1701 (9:28:58 PM): T: Even moreso than elsewhere.
SongstressEnlil (9:29:02 PM): *Nods*
SongstressEnlil (9:30:23 PM): IM: What a troublesome land. But I suppose it could be worse.
SongstressEnlil (9:30:48 PM): Would that explain the Ankhegs that plagued our path?
Idran1701 (9:31:32 PM): T: Perhaps, yes.
Idran1701 (9:33:03 PM): T: Well, I think I shall leave you to your own journey and continue on my way. It was a pleasure speaking to you both, and perhaps our paths will cross again someday.
SongstressEnlil (9:33:04 PM): *Nods again.*
SongstressEnlil (9:33:25 PM): May your way be pleasant.
Besyanteo (9:33:52 PM): *he nods as well! Which is a first for him*
Besyanteo (9:34:02 PM): IM: This is a very odd gesture, but they seem to use it alot...
Idran1701 (9:34:22 PM): *and the being ambles off, leaving the two behind*
SongstressEnlil (9:35:35 PM): *After a bit of distance is put between them* What was he, anyways?
Besyanteo (9:36:13 PM): I do not know.
Besyanteo (9:36:20 PM): I did not think it... polite?
Besyanteo (9:36:22 PM): to ask.
SongstressEnlil (9:37:41 PM): Likewise.
Besyanteo (9:38:09 PM): *walks!*
Besyanteo (9:38:20 PM): ... how do we not fall off if we are attacked?
Besyanteo (9:38:38 PM): I could survive this fall. I do not think you could.
SongstressEnlil (9:38:56 PM): He did mention something of attaching ourselves to the pillar.
Besyanteo (9:39:07 PM): You have rope?
SongstressEnlil (9:39:42 PM): Not as such.
SongstressEnlil (9:40:16 PM): I am hoping that a place which would see a fair amount of traffic would have someone there to provid.
SongstressEnlil (9:40:27 PM): Failing that, I can improvise something.
Besyanteo (9:40:38 PM): I rebutt:
Besyanteo (9:40:43 PM): We ahve seen no one else.
Besyanteo (9:41:08 PM): (Or, Guy hasn't. :o)
SongstressEnlil (9:41:19 PM): We may not be coming from a main route.
Besyanteo (9:41:25 PM): Mmm.
SongstressEnlil (9:41:51 PM): And we did see him, *gestures toward the distant elephant*
Besyanteo (9:42:38 PM): ... True.
Besyanteo (9:42:49 PM): *after a few moments pass,*
Besyanteo (9:42:57 PM): *HE starts up with that tune again. This time,*
Besyanteo (9:43:02 PM): *Actually singing!*
Besyanteo (9:43:05 PM): (Idran: )
Besyanteo (9:43:17 PM): (Would Legunda have an equivalent for what we talked about?)
Idran1701 (9:43:30 PM): (Yeah, I imagine so.)
Besyanteo (9:44:06 PM): *It's... Opera. His voice is a pleasant Baritone. Sadly, the language isn't any KArl knows.*
SongstressEnlil (9:44:57 PM): *Lets him sing in peace* IM: I didn't know he had it in him.
SongstressEnlil (9:45:29 PM): IM: *Mental image of a wolf pack using opera instead of howls.*
SongstressEnlil (9:45:33 PM): *Grins a bit*
Besyanteo (9:45:39 PM): (Under other circumstances, I'd be tempted to do the whole spiel.)
Besyanteo (9:45:47 PM): (But we're on a mountain full of bugs. So no. :o)
Idran1701 (9:46:11 PM): (Heh.)
Idran1701 (9:46:38 PM): The two press on, and the spire gorws ever closer...Karl's suspicion does seem to prove true, as they begin to catch sight of a number of people heading towards and away from it, individuals and groups.
Idran1701 (9:47:07 PM): Mainly humans and gnomes, it appears, but a number of races make an appearance here.
Idran1701 (9:49:17 PM): There appears to be a toll station ahead, not too far off their path.
SongstressEnlil (9:49:53 PM): IM: I should have expected that, too.
Idran1701 (9:50:05 PM): Just past it looks to be...a massive carved staircase. Winding around the giant pillar.
SongstressEnlil (9:52:12 PM): *Takes stock of other places surrouding the column*
Idran1701 (9:52:41 PM): (Other places?)
Idran1701 (9:52:46 PM): (Other stations, or what?)
SongstressEnlil (9:54:04 PM): (As in, the inevitable inns and such that any traveler site would attract by force of John Locke.)
Idran1701 (9:54:59 PM): (Aha. Yes, there's a number of those erected near the more major paths. Most look servicable if not especially attractive, but function above form seems to be a major theme here. Inns, shops (both magical and nonmagical), etc.)
SongstressEnlil (9:55:35 PM): I think we should do well enough.
Besyanteo (9:55:46 PM): Yes.
SongstressEnlil (9:56:19 PM): *What time of day does it seem like?*
Idran1701 (9:56:33 PM): (Late evening, maybe an hour or two before "sunset".)
SongstressEnlil (9:56:56 PM): I wonder how long it would take us to climb that thing?
Besyanteo (9:57:57 PM): Mmm.
Idran1701 (9:58:06 PM): (Lost your font, by the way, Bes. :O)
Besyanteo (9:58:06 PM): (... wait. What? My font. o_o)
Besyanteo (9:58:38 PM): (Yarr)
Idran1701 (9:59:06 PM): From the height of the pillar...it'd definitely be the better part of a day's work, at least.
Idran1701 (9:59:33 PM): It seems to span at least two miles up, from top to bottom, and stretch a good 200 feet around.
SongstressEnlil (9:59:51 PM): I admit, I don't particularly feel like spending the night climbing that thing.
Besyanteo (10:00:01 PM): We rest then.
SongstressEnlil (10:01:02 PM): *Nods* I expect you won't be wanting a room at any of the inns?
Besyanteo (10:02:07 PM): I would stay in yours if you would let me, actually. I like to be outside,
Besyanteo (10:02:20 PM): but sleeping on open ground like this is foolish.
Besyanteo (10:02:35 PM): We did last night because we were forced.
SongstressEnlil (10:02:56 PM): I thought you did so in Sigil, as well?
Besyanteo (10:03:40 PM): Sigil is a city;
Besyanteo (10:03:47 PM): There are no burrowing horrors there.
SongstressEnlil (10:04:11 PM): Debatable.
Idran1701 (10:04:12 PM): (Not unless someone's bet bulette gets loose.)
Idran1701 (10:04:14 PM): (*pet)
Besyanteo (10:04:28 PM): ... If you say as much.
SongstressEnlil (10:05:01 PM): (Chaosman: Aright! Now I'm really gonna piss 'em of-Crikey, he'd gettin' away! ...Who wants sundaes?
Besyanteo (10:05:29 PM): (Dude.)
Besyanteo (10:05:43 PM): (If Steve Irwin thumbing Guy's ass,)
Besyanteo (10:05:51 PM): (That thumb is all they'd ever find.)
Besyanteo (10:05:59 PM): (thumbed*)
Idran1701 (10:07:24 PM): (They head to the nearest inn, then?)
SongstressEnlil (10:08:25 PM): *To the nearest one that looks either peaceful or particularly intriguing*
Idran1701 (10:09:00 PM): (Well, there's a gnomish burrow-type inn not too far from them...)
SongstressEnlil (10:09:53 PM): (Hunam scale?)
Idran1701 (10:09:57 PM): (Yep. Above-ground, but built more like a rock igloo than a cabin.)
Idran1701 (10:10:07 PM): (A series of rock igloos, rather.)
Besyanteo (10:11:04 PM): (They need to be tubes.)
SongstressEnlil (10:11:09 PM): *Looks toward the burrows curiously.* You know, I don't think I've ever stayed in a gnomish community. Perhaps it would be wise to familiarize sooner rather than later?
CGNakibe (10:11:31 PM): (But then crap would get stuck in them and slow down the Gods download speeds. >:)
Besyanteo (10:11:35 PM): If you wish. *... no body lasnguage! ... or, it doesn't change any*
SongstressEnlil (10:12:05 PM): *Moves toward a spacious-looking one*
Besyanteo (10:13:32 PM): *follow!*
Idran1701 (10:13:55 PM): The two head over, Karl ducking through the entrance; the building might be large enough for humans, but the doorway's still about a foot short. Inside, an older-looking gnome smiles at Karl. Ah, greetings!
SongstressEnlil (10:14:16 PM): Good day. *Has a brief look around*
Idran1701 (10:16:05 PM): *the inside appears...interestingly decorated, if logically enough, with the furniture carved from stone itself - the chairs, however, do look to be padded with cloth at least*
Idran1701 (10:16:49 PM): *a few folks here look to be eating what seems to be traditional gnomish food, from what Karl can recall of back home; mainly based around tubers, roots, and smaller underground-dwelling animals*
Idran1701 (10:17:16 PM): *a few insects on occasion, yes, but there are dishes which do not include them should Karl be squeemish with such things*
Idran1701 (10:17:18 PM): (Squemish?)
(10:17:35 PM) CGNakibe has left the room.
(10:17:49 PM) CGNakibe has entered the room.
Besyanteo (10:17:59 PM): (sorry, a sec)
SongstressEnlil (10:18:38 PM): IM: I really hope they don't mix up the raw foodstuffs too much.
SongstressEnlil (10:18:44 PM): *To the bar!*
SongstressEnlil (10:18:49 PM): (And waiting on Bes)
Besyanteo (10:19:38 PM): *he follows!*
Idran1701 (10:21:12 PM): Here for a meal or a room?
SongstressEnlil (10:21:48 PM): Both, please.
SongstressEnlil (10:22:04 PM): *Looks to Guy* Would you like your own room?
Besyanteo (10:22:21 PM): *he looks up!*
Besyanteo (10:22:30 PM): I have no problem sharing, unless you want to be alone.
SongstressEnlil (10:23:39 PM): No reason not to be frugal then. *to Gnelson* One room with two beds, please.
(10:23:51 PM) CGNakibe has left the room.
(10:24:30 PM) CGNakibe has left the room.
Idran1701 (10:25:58 PM): *he nods* Of course. It'll be 3 silver for the night, less if you're willing to work off some of your wages here.
SongstressEnlil (10:26:48 PM): Thank you, but I believe we'll need all the rest we can get before traveling up the pillar. *fishes out the silver*
(10:26:59 PM) CGNakibe has entered the room.
Idran1701 (10:27:10 PM): Ah, right, right. And for your meal?
SongstressEnlil (10:27:58 PM): Hm. Do you have a menu handy? I'm rather a neophyte to Gnomish cuisine.
Idran1701 (10:28:30 PM): Of course, of course.
Besyanteo (10:28:42 PM): *sits while they wait!*
Idran1701 (10:29:27 PM): *reaching under the counter, he hands Karl a sheet of stiff, beige leather with the various dishes printed upon it*
SongstressEnlil (10:30:12 PM): *Has a look through it, whilst making himself comfortable and angling it so Guy can see..*
SongstressEnlil (10:30:34 PM): (Karl: Do you have anything that doesn't have rat in it?)
Idran1701 (10:30:48 PM): (Guy: I'll take extra rat in mine.)
Besyanteo (10:30:59 PM): (=D)
Besyanteo (10:31:06 PM): *reads!*
Besyanteo (10:31:13 PM): *...assuming he knows how? Bes dunno*
Idran1701 (10:31:50 PM): (He does not, I'm afraid. He can read his spellbook fine; Common's a bit trickier.)
Idran1701 (10:32:05 PM): (It'd help if Wolf had a written language to start from, but eh. :O)
Besyanteo (10:32:24 PM): (True!)
Besyanteo (10:32:31 PM): ... This is writing?
Besyanteo (10:32:40 PM): I can not read it.
SongstressEnlil (10:33:43 PM): Oh. I assumed you could, since you have a spellbook and all. I forgot not everyone records spells in standard languages.
Besyanteo (10:34:21 PM): Yes. Magic is usuall in...
Besyanteo (10:34:26 PM): *stops, as though deep in thought*
Besyanteo (10:34:34 PM): Drake-one-ee-an?
SongstressEnlil (10:35:00 PM): ...Is it? Hm.
Idran1701 (10:35:09 PM): (Less true in 2e, but I'll grant it's true for Guy's school of learning. Logical enough, after all.)
SongstressEnlil (10:35:13 PM): (Haha, this is before everything was OMG Dragons :D)
Idran1701 (10:35:18 PM): (They've been around for so long.)
SongstressEnlil (10:35:22 PM): (Indeed)
Besyanteo (10:35:29 PM): (Heh. I';ll admit, I'm using 3e knowledge.)
Idran1701 (10:35:34 PM): (*nod*)
SongstressEnlil (10:35:48 PM): (Indeed, s'cool.)
Idran1701 (10:36:08 PM): (Perhaps Guy was from Eberron in his mortal life! :D)
Besyanteo (10:36:16 PM): (!)
SongstressEnlil (10:36:17 PM): Anyways, I suppose I should skip over the meatless dishes?
Besyanteo (10:36:24 PM): Please.
SongstressEnlil (10:36:30 PM): (No no, he's clearly Zakharan)
Idran1701 (10:36:37 PM): (Don't know that one.)
SongstressEnlil (10:36:44 PM): (Al Qadim)
SongstressEnlil (10:37:09 PM): (The accent gives him away.)
Besyanteo (10:37:15 PM): (Guy: ALLAHLAHLAHLAHLAHLAHLAHLAHLAHLAHLAHLAH!)
Idran1701 (10:37:32 PM): (Aha. Heh.)
Besyanteo (10:37:36 PM): (Yeah, I now, terribly joke.)
Besyanteo (10:37:39 PM): (know*)
SongstressEnlil (10:37:44 PM): *Reads aloud; trying not to feel too foolish. But he's reasing to a dog*
Besyanteo (10:37:46 PM): (.. .terrible*)
SongstressEnlil (10:37:56 PM): (Also, the hookah gave him away)
Besyanteo (10:37:57 PM): (Pervy makes me feel slightly better!)
Besyanteo (10:38:16 PM): *Picks something... sans rat!*
Besyanteo (10:38:23 PM): *Perhaps to spare his friend*
Idran1701 (10:38:30 PM): *Of the remaining meated dishes...there's mole-meat, rabbit-meat, a couple grub-and-mushroom meals.*
Besyanteo (10:38:37 PM): (But if we find a gully dwarf restaurant,)
Besyanteo (10:38:41 PM): (Rat fondue all the way)
Idran1701 (10:38:47 PM): (Gully dwarf? :O)
Idran1701 (10:38:52 PM): (That sounds familiar.)
SongstressEnlil (10:38:55 PM): (Dragonlance)
Besyanteo (10:38:55 PM): (Race from Krynn)
Besyanteo (10:38:59 PM): (Which is actually in here,)
Besyanteo (10:39:05 PM): (as denoted in the books)
CGNakibe (10:39:10 PM): (Yep)
Besyanteo (10:39:12 PM): (Habbakuk. Hee.)
SongstressEnlil (10:39:14 PM): (Gully Dwarves are made of victory. And degradation)
Idran1701 (10:39:18 PM): (Aha. Don't know DL _that_ well, I'm afraid.)
Besyanteo (10:39:19 PM): (=D)
CGNakibe (10:39:21 PM): (They're actually sort of Dwarf country cousins. >:P)
Besyanteo (10:39:31 PM): (Worse than that.)
Besyanteo (10:39:38 PM): (But yeah. Not evil, just...)
Besyanteo (10:39:44 PM): (Wtf and filthy. RAT FONDUE!)
Besyanteo (10:39:48 PM): (Melt cheese)
Besyanteo (10:39:51 PM): (Take rat)
Besyanteo (10:39:54 PM): (Dip in cheese)
CGNakibe (10:39:55 PM): (If it didn't have SOME rat in the dish, it OBVIOUSLY wasn't made by a Gully Dwarf)
Besyanteo (10:39:57 PM): (Eat immediately)
Besyanteo (10:40:04 PM): (REcipee by Bupu)
SongstressEnlil (10:40:14 PM): (You know how the inhabitants of Portsmouth in lovecraft stories are part deep one?)
Idran1701 (10:40:28 PM): (Yeah?)
SongstressEnlil (10:40:33 PM): (Gully dwarves pulled off the same effect by virtue of inbreeding)
Besyanteo (10:40:40 PM): *WELL!*
Besyanteo (10:40:44 PM): *Rabbit meat*
Besyanteo (10:40:46 PM): *Mmm, bunny*
SongstressEnlil (10:41:05 PM): *Rabbit and taters for Karl*
Idran1701 (10:41:13 PM): *as for other dishes that Karl may prefer, there's spiced potato stew, what sounds like a sort of salad-like turnip/carrot dish, and a glazed yam/carrot meal if he's feeling in the mood for something sweeter*
Idran1701 (10:41:15 PM): (Aha.)
Besyanteo (10:41:18 PM): (Watch out, though. For an hour after eatting, you can't spell for shit and everyone calls you on it.)
Idran1701 (10:41:35 PM): *As for drinks...well, vodka, of course.*
Idran1701 (10:41:42 PM): (Though with the appropriate gnomish term.)
SongstressEnlil (10:41:45 PM): *And some of that spiced potato stew.*
SongstressEnlil (10:41:50 PM): (Nose curler)
Besyanteo (10:42:09 PM): (They probably dip their noses into with while drinking without meaning to)
Besyanteo (10:42:17 PM): (... Also: )
Idran1701 (10:42:25 PM): *Or if he'd prefer something softer, some sort of fermented-mushroom wine*
Besyanteo (10:42:33 PM): (PLanescape tempts me to do a series of fantasy crossovers. Eh heheh.)
Idran1701 (10:42:41 PM): (Oh, hey, that's the entire point of it!)
Idran1701 (10:42:53 PM): (There was a great Realms/Dragonlance Planescape book I loved. :D)
Besyanteo (10:42:58 PM): (Hee.)
Idran1701 (10:43:02 PM): (What was the name of it, Pervy?)
SongstressEnlil (10:43:02 PM): (Yeah, really. This is were Kender meet halfings and boogie.)
SongstressEnlil (10:43:10 PM): (...FUCK, I KNOW THIS)
Idran1701 (10:43:11 PM): (The one about Tymora.)
Besyanteo (10:43:13 PM): (XD)
SongstressEnlil (10:43:22 PM): (Before Tymora's Luck)
Idran1701 (10:43:29 PM): (Bes: Then they both meet up with the Athasian halflings and get taken to dinner.)
SongstressEnlil (10:43:35 PM): (Fistandantilus was in the title, I think)
Idran1701 (10:43:38 PM): (*for dinner)
Besyanteo (10:43:43 PM): (Also: Gaera/FF4/ADV/Dragon Lance.)
SongstressEnlil (10:43:46 PM): (Lemme look)
Besyanteo (10:43:54 PM): (Tanis debates ethnically cleaning the planes of humans.)
Idran1701 (10:43:58 PM): (Heh.)
Besyanteo (10:44:00 PM): (Will abseton assists!)
Besyanteo (10:44:06 PM): (Baseton* even)
Besyanteo (10:44:27 PM): (... Actually, come to think of it,)
Idran1701 (10:44:39 PM): (Guy getting boozed up, by the way? I can assume Karl's going for the nose curler.)
Besyanteo (10:44:44 PM): (That would be an amusing way to get Gha to Gaera after Jak's bit is done)
Besyanteo (10:44:50 PM): (And hell no.)
Besyanteo (10:45:02 PM): (He'd haven one of that mind altering filth.)
Besyanteo (10:45:08 PM): (Poor sod.)
SongstressEnlil (10:45:13 PM): (A small one. Because needs to unwind A tad)
Idran1701 (10:46:54 PM): *they give their orders to the gnome now to be refered to as Gnelson, and he heads off to get the kitchen started*
Besyanteo (10:48:21 PM): ... So, a table then? *he looks about*
Besyanteo (10:48:28 PM): *Any chairs that would fit him?*
Idran1701 (10:49:09 PM): (Yep, but it'd be a tight fit. Probably better if he pulled the cushion off, and he'd have to stay in a sitting position; not enough room to curl up.)
Besyanteo (10:49:33 PM): (Right)
Besyanteo (10:49:40 PM): *He'll go to an empty one... and do all that!*
SongstressEnlil (10:50:09 PM): *Follows along; no point in denying a good buddy his comfort.*
Idran1701 (10:50:33 PM): *as the two take their seats, they notice that it's surprisingly light in here; it seems this is largely due to the steadily-glowing stones mounted overhead*
Idran1701 (10:51:17 PM): *the scents of the gnomish cuisine drift over them...it reminds Karl a little of his time in and around some of the higher-class restaurants in the cities of Legunda*
SongstressEnlil (10:51:45 PM): *Examines them for a moment; spellcrafting out if they're magical, if he can without handling them*
Idran1701 (10:52:00 PM): (d20.)
SongstressEnlil (10:52:04 PM): IM: Bytopia has been so pleasingly mundane.
OnlineHost (10:52:13 PM): SongstressEnlil rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Besyanteo (10:52:21 PM): *just looking passive*
Idran1701 (10:52:43 PM): (Jealous yet, Shaun? :D)
CGNakibe (10:53:33 PM): (HAAAATE. >:{)
SongstressEnlil (10:53:45 PM): (Karl: *Has some vodka and a nice rest* Arian: Ravel Puzzlewho-OW MY FLESH, HOPES, AND DREAMS!)
Besyanteo (10:54:31 PM): (Hee)
CGNakibe (10:54:32 PM): (Hopes and dreams? Oh, my no. Lilium efficiently crushed those LAST session. >:P )
Besyanteo (10:54:37 PM): (?!)
Besyanteo (10:54:44 PM): (Tell me more. o.o)
Idran1701 (10:54:51 PM): *the utensils here are interesting themselves; the fork seems normal, but the knife blade seems to be made of treated obsidian*
CGNakibe (10:55:05 PM): (Lilium: HAR HAR YOU"RE ALL DEAD)
Idran1701 (10:55:09 PM): (Basically. :D)
CGNakibe (10:55:15 PM): (Arian & Karinska: LIES!)
CGNakibe (10:55:33 PM): (Lilium: TRUES!)
SongstressEnlil (10:55:47 PM): *Examines the knife, curious.*
Idran1701 (10:55:54 PM): (Pervy: You know how hope effects travel times in the Grey Waste?)
Idran1701 (10:55:56 PM): (So did Lil!)
SongstressEnlil (10:56:03 PM): (Shini told me the tale)
Besyanteo (10:56:12 PM): (Eh? So we're all really dead? :o)
SongstressEnlil (10:56:22 PM): (Knife reads: Made with Pride in Athas)
Idran1701 (10:56:23 PM): (No, she just mad ethem think that, to get some good hopelessness going.)
Besyanteo (10:56:29 PM): (Heh)
Besyanteo (10:56:34 PM): (also: )
CGNakibe (10:56:36 PM): (Worked a little too well)
Besyanteo (10:56:47 PM): ( best punchline in some time )
Idran1701 (10:56:47 PM): *it looks to have been heat-treated somehow, to make it a bit less brittle while still keeping its edge*
Besyanteo (10:57:08 PM): *Watches him play with all the things*
Idran1701 (10:57:10 PM): (Indeed. They started to grey up, if Shini told you that part, Pervy.)
SongstressEnlil (10:57:25 PM): (He did not.)
Idran1701 (10:57:52 PM): (Bes: The Wastes sap all but apathy from you. The longer you stay, the more grey you get, both in emotions and in appearance.)
Besyanteo (10:58:10 PM): (I see!)
Idran1701 (10:58:17 PM): (Stay too long, and you lose your motivation to leave. Stay longer...well, they didn't get far enough to discover what that causes.)
SongstressEnlil (10:59:04 PM): (Also, I have to correct myself from earlier)
SongstressEnlil (10:59:28 PM): (It should gnose curler)
Idran1701 (10:59:33 PM): (Ha. :D)
Idran1701 (10:59:47 PM): (Been playing KoL too long, Pervy.)
Idran1701 (11:01:18 PM): *there doesn't seem to be much at the table to catch Guy's interest, though the various items of food around him start to make his mouth water a bit; he can almost taste the spices, as heavy as they seem to be*
SongstressEnlil (11:01:48 PM): Once the staff isn't too busy, we'll ask a bit about our destination.
Besyanteo (11:01:49 PM): *looks around at those, then*
Idran1701 (11:01:53 PM): *the entire place has something of an earthy smell to it as well; slightly moldy as well, though both are to be expected for the nature of the place*
Besyanteo (11:01:55 PM): *because the rest of this is kind of boring*
Idran1701 (11:03:02 PM): *...honestly, even those insectile dishes are smelling pretty good to him; of course, stands to reason that gnomes'd figure out how to achieve that pretty easily*
Idran1701 (11:03:30 PM): *portions look to be a bit small, unfortunately; luckily, Guy's smaller himself*
Besyanteo (11:03:53 PM): *He is!*
Besyanteo (11:04:03 PM): *And hey, it's not Alpo atleast.*
Idran1701 (11:04:26 PM): (Nah, that's gnollish food.)
Besyanteo (11:04:38 PM): (Ha. I was just joking with SHaun about that.)
Besyanteo (11:04:57 PM): (Jeridan in a planescape game, landing in a group of gnolls on Azeroth.)
Idran1701 (11:05:09 PM): *as the two stare off, there's a pounding at the counter* Hey, you two! Food's here, come get it!
Besyanteo (11:05:15 PM): (Which would probably play out something like Jack Sparrow and the cannibals.)
Idran1701 (11:05:28 PM): (...I really ought to see those movies someday.)
Besyanteo (11:05:29 PM): *looks over*
Besyanteo (11:05:33 PM): (Heh.)
CGNakibe (11:05:33 PM): (Hey look. New god!)
Idran1701 (11:05:38 PM): *it's theirs, yes!*
CGNakibe (11:05:39 PM): (Gnolls: *Worship Jeridan*
Besyanteo (11:05:45 PM): (Hey. New god looks tasty.)
Besyanteo (11:05:51 PM): (Jeridan: ... Crap)
Idran1701 (11:06:07 PM): (Well, not sure about that. Gnolls are hyenas, remember; they get along with wolves that well? :D)
SongstressEnlil (11:06:41 PM): *Goes to fetch!*
Besyanteo (11:06:42 PM): (It's more that fac that he's a tall, strong looking lupine creature. There's not much like that in Azeroth.)
Idran1701 (11:06:50 PM): (Aha. *nod*)
Idran1701 (11:07:01 PM): (Guy: Good boy, Karl!)
Besyanteo (11:07:12 PM): (And they're more primitive than DnD gnolls even. Also: HA!)
CGNakibe (11:07:21 PM): (And, as I pointed out, this means that he'd rather NOT end up on Alliance-side somehow)
Besyanteo (11:07:23 PM): *Sadly, misses teh irony of this*
Besyanteo (11:07:37 PM): (Oh good lord. The Night Elves might give him a chance.)
SongstressEnlil (11:07:45 PM): (Karl: Meat for the meatshield! Guy: Wait, what? Karl: NPC class. Guy: ...Sod it.)
Besyanteo (11:07:47 PM): (The humans would burn him down.)
Besyanteo (11:07:57 PM): (Pervy: XD)
Idran1701 (11:07:57 PM): *Looks pretty good! Guy might have a little trouble with his dish, but there's none of that silly garnish stuff to get in the way, at least.*
SongstressEnlil (11:08:19 PM): (The only place for Jeridan is among the Tauren. Or the Murloks)
Besyanteo (11:08:32 PM): (The Tauren would work out well. Similar beleif system.)
CGNakibe (11:08:34 PM): (I'm sure Jeridan could do better anyway.)
Besyanteo (11:08:35 PM): (Not QUITE right.)
Besyanteo (11:08:49 PM): (Ha)
Idran1701 (11:09:06 PM): (Heh.)
Besyanteo (11:09:52 PM): *Well!*
Besyanteo (11:09:58 PM): *He digs in*
SongstressEnlil (11:10:00 PM): *Digs in! All walking and no play makes Karl something something.*
Besyanteo (11:10:07 PM): *This isn't aprticularly pretty, or appetizing to watch*
Idran1701 (11:10:42 PM): *The meat's a little heavily-spiced for Karl's taste, but it goes well with the vegetables; these types of plants tend to be a bit bland anyway*
Idran1701 (11:11:13 PM): *It's just right for Guy, though; as used to rats and other scavengings as he is, a bit of kick's probably well appreciated*
SongstressEnlil (11:11:34 PM): IM: I suppose one can only be so mannered. I hope he doesn't choke on a bone, though.
Idran1701 (11:12:21 PM): (...Oh, should I be so cruel?)
CGNakibe (11:12:31 PM): (Guy: *CRUNCH*)
Besyanteo (11:12:32 PM): (... As a note,)
Idran1701 (11:12:33 PM): (Rabbits are tiny tiny creatures...but Guy would be used to them...nah. :D)
Besyanteo (11:12:41 PM): (You're talking about a trained- yeah.)
Besyanteo (11:12:48 PM): (He's been eatting them forevers.)]
CGNakibe (11:12:49 PM): (Guy: Hmm. Spicy marrow)
KnightsofSquare (11:13:00 PM): (NOT ALL RABBITS)
Besyanteo (11:13:12 PM): (...)
Besyanteo (11:13:15 PM): (Big bunny)
KnightsofSquare (11:13:20 PM): (And little bunny!)
CGNakibe (11:13:23 PM): (Huge Bunny. o.o)
Idran1701 (11:13:28 PM): (You think they'd serve those to the hunams? Nah, those are saved for the gnomish family feasts!)
SongstressEnlil (11:14:01 PM): (I was thinking Koss was going to show the one with the kid in the lawnchair)
Idran1701 (11:14:06 PM): (Heh.)
Besyanteo (11:14:08 PM): ("Hey Rocky! Watch me pull a titan out of my hat!")
KnightsofSquare (11:14:15 PM): (I decided to go with the magician)
KnightsofSquare (11:14:22 PM): (Because it's more fantasmic)
Besyanteo (11:14:27 PM): (Hee)
Idran1701 (11:14:32 PM): (Bes: Castle Greyhawk, an old 1e joke module, had a parody of that with a tarrasque in the hat. :D)
Besyanteo (11:14:35 PM): (PERVY)
Besyanteo (11:14:41 PM): (ARC JUST CONSECRATED A MACE.)
Besyanteo (11:14:43 PM): (REJOICE)
SongstressEnlil (11:14:51 PM): (Indeed. It reminds me of when I helped Priam's dad perfect a magic act.)
Besyanteo (11:14:53 PM): (Idran: =D)
SongstressEnlil (11:14:57 PM): (I KNOW :D)
CGNakibe (11:16:14 PM): (At random: Sentient Weapons are awesome!)
CGNakibe (11:16:19 PM): (Lilium: Meeeh. )
Besyanteo (11:16:23 PM): (Heh.)
CGNakibe (11:16:31 PM): (Larry: I'll swallow your SOUL when I get out of here!)
Idran1701 (11:16:42 PM): *Guy finishes his meal pretty quickly, though Karl still busies himself savoring his.*
CGNakibe (11:16:43 PM): (Lilium: *bangs Katar on th enearest rock*)
CGNakibe (11:16:48 PM): (Larry: x.x Ow.)
SongstressEnlil (11:16:57 PM): *Takes his time, yes.*
Besyanteo (11:17:05 PM): *and... he relaxes, tail wagging lazily*
Idran1701 (11:17:40 PM): *Guy'll probably have to do some snout-grooming tonight, though; cooked meat's good and all, but it tends to be a bit juicy*
Idran1701 (11:19:27 PM): *even for Karl, though, the meal is soon enough completed, the gnose curler giving him a generally warm feeling throughout himself*
Besyanteo (11:19:51 PM): *eh, that's fine. Cookned meat is juicy,*
Besyanteo (11:20:01 PM): *But how can it match up to blood from a deer carcas?*
SongstressEnlil (11:20:06 PM): *One mealtime starts winding to an end, he'll look for an opportune non-busy time to corner Gnelson.*
SongstressEnlil (11:20:28 PM): *And observe to see if plates are returned to the bar.*
Besyanteo (11:20:58 PM): (Pervy: )
Besyanteo (11:21:10 PM): (Could you rattle off Arc's Int Wis and Mag for me?)
Besyanteo (11:21:31 PM): (a combined sum would do)
SongstressEnlil (11:21:32 PM): (Shini's taking care of me, dun worry)
Idran1701 (11:21:39 PM): *not only are they brought back to the bar by the patrons, they're scraped off (if necessary) into a receptacle and wiped down with convienently-offered wet cloths*
Besyanteo (11:21:49 PM): (Eh. I just need to write it down on my own sheet.)
Besyanteo (11:22:00 PM): (And he's not answering me.)
SongstressEnlil (11:22:08 PM): (Ah)
Idran1701 (11:22:54 PM): *meanwhile, he seems free enough that Karl could likely hassle him whilst cleaning off their plates*
SongstressEnlil (11:23:04 PM): IM: Not very motivated, are they?
SongstressEnlil (11:23:51 PM): *Takes Guy's plate, one is seems that he's done.*
SongstressEnlil (11:24:12 PM): (Is it wrong I have a mental image of Guy licking his plate into a corner?)
Besyanteo (11:24:23 PM): (=D)
Idran1701 (11:24:36 PM): (It's wrong for anyone that doesn't have that image now.)
Idran1701 (11:24:50 PM): (And for some reason, the hood makes it even better. :D)
Besyanteo (11:25:31 PM): (^^)
SongstressEnlil (11:26:49 PM): *Whilst cleaning, he'll glance over toward Gnelson* Excuse me, do you have a moment?
Besyanteo (11:27:59 PM): *lickings his face as best he can* IM: tasty morsels in my fur~
Idran1701 (11:28:04 PM): *he looks to be cleaning himself, rinsing off the dishes as they come in to make sure they're entirely spic and span* Eh? Ah, sure, what'd'ya need?
Idran1701 (11:28:28 PM): (Basin of water behind the counter that he stops at when they get set up, to be specific.)
Idran1701 (11:28:36 PM): (Also, Bes: Heehee.)
SongstressEnlil (11:28:40 PM): I'm curious, do you know much about the Golden Hills? My friend and I are on our way there.
Besyanteo (11:28:43 PM): (=D)
Idran1701 (11:29:20 PM): I know a bit. Few stories as a kid, few pieces of information from folks stopping through. Never been there m'self, though.
SongstressEnlil (11:29:36 PM): (I've had thoughts similiar to Guy, only replace fur with fingertips and modify grammar as needs be)
Besyanteo (11:30:07 PM): (Heh.)
SongstressEnlil (11:30:14 PM): *Nods* Anything you think we should know?
CGNakibe (11:32:11 PM): (Precious precious flaaaaavor. *.*)
Idran1701 (11:32:21 PM): Hmm. Just try t' keep respectful if you run into any of the high-ups there. Y'know, common sense stuff in a godly realm like that.
Idran1701 (11:32:31 PM): They tend t' be pretty open t' visitors, from what I hear.
Idran1701 (11:32:44 PM): No real worries about weather or conditions or anythin' like that.
SongstressEnlil (11:33:40 PM): Auctually, I've been wondering how weather acts here.
Idran1701 (11:34:28 PM): Ah, it can be pretty harsh down here, yep.
Idran1701 (11:34:40 PM): Tough winters, blazin' summers.
Idran1701 (11:34:51 PM): Supposed t' be more mild up top in th' Hills, though.
SongstressEnlil (11:35:26 PM): (Gnome: When the snow gets high enough, we spell out messages in it for the guys upside.)
SongstressEnlil (11:35:47 PM): (Message: GET BACK TO WORK, YOU!)
Besyanteo (11:35:59 PM): (Hee)
SongstressEnlil (11:36:39 PM): *Nods* Know a good place to get some maps of up there?
Idran1701 (11:37:54 PM): Yeah, they should have 'em at any of th' supply stations round here. I'd have some m'self, but none of the folks here know anythin' about map copyin'.
Idran1701 (11:39:36 PM): Anythin' else I can help y' with?
SongstressEnlil (11:40:52 PM): Hm. About those things flying around the pillar. Know any good ways to get through without drawing their ire?
Besyanteo (11:41:10 PM): *And... You know, let's go to our room.*
Besyanteo (11:41:18 PM): *BEcause sitting here is getting old*
SongstressEnlil (11:41:43 PM): (Guy: Fuck him if he thinks he's getting the good bed.)
Besyanteo (11:42:23 PM): (Heh)
Besyanteo (11:42:36 PM): (It could be much worse.)
Besyanteo (11:42:45 PM): (Poor Neb. Me and Reako in one room.)
Idran1701 (11:42:55 PM): (...Wow. Heh.)
Idran1701 (11:43:00 PM): (That actually happened?)
Besyanteo (11:43:16 PM): (It did. We were comapred to two growling dogs, )
Besyanteo (11:43:21 PM): (in a contest for volume)
SongstressEnlil (11:43:24 PM): (And I had insomnia anyways.)
Besyanteo (11:43:25 PM): (Aparently I won. xD)
Besyanteo (11:43:47 PM): (Technically that's a bad thing, but eh.)
Idran1701 (11:44:09 PM): Ah, the finworms? Just try t' keep your distance from 'em. Maybe haul up some meat to distract them with. If y've got anythin' to conjure up some wind, that'd help push 'em off.
SongstressEnlil (11:44:12 PM): (Reako would make a little one, then Bes would come back with the equivalent noise of "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE OR I WILL REMOVE YOURS!")
SongstressEnlil (11:44:38 PM): (It was honestly hilarious when you noticed it)
Besyanteo (11:44:43 PM): (XD)
Besyanteo (11:44:47 PM): (msut sotp laughing....)
Idran1701 (11:45:24 PM): (Heehee.)
SongstressEnlil (11:45:35 PM): Meat seems the best way, by the sound of it.
Idran1701 (11:46:16 PM): *nods, eyeing him for economic classification* You climbin', or buyin' some flight magic?
SongstressEnlil (11:47:10 PM): Climbing. Unless flying turns out to be spectacularly inexpensive. *small grin, as though joking.*
Idran1701 (11:47:33 PM): *chuckles* Don't imagine it, no.
SongstressEnlil (11:48:48 PM): The stations have ropes, I assume?
Idran1701 (11:49:02 PM): Oh, yeah. Ropes, pitons, hamemrs, th' whole deal.
Idran1701 (11:49:12 PM): Probably got a harness that'd fit your friend there, too.
Idran1701 (11:49:14 PM): *Meanwhile!*
Idran1701 (11:49:32 PM): *Guy heads off to their room, finding it fairly easily; no door, but there's a curtain, at least*
Idran1701 (11:49:58 PM): *both beds are comfortable without being too laze-encouraging; somewhere you're happy to have for sleep, but not especially inclined to stay in much past that*
Idran1701 (11:51:18 PM): *hammers
SongstressEnlil (11:52:23 PM): Good, good.
Besyanteo (11:52:26 PM): *Well! He's used to bare dirt and rock, so this bed should feel downright cushy*
Besyanteo (11:52:33 PM): *He hops up onto one and lies down*
Idran1701 (11:52:45 PM): *it even has a pillow, this one!*
Idran1701 (11:53:04 PM): Y' only really need one that bad at th' changeover, though.
SongstressEnlil (11:53:32 PM): (Then Guy finds out that gnomes tend to keep badgers as pets. And there's no door. Later, Karl demands a refund.)
Besyanteo (11:53:51 PM): (Ha.)
Idran1701 (11:54:13 PM): (Badger vs. Guy...that'd actually be a close match for some badgers, I bet. :D)
Besyanteo (11:54:22 PM): (Heh. Possibly. Still.)
SongstressEnlil (11:54:31 PM): (The ensuring riot causes widespread slacking topside)
CGNakibe (11:54:33 PM): (Braun: *sniffs* You're kidding me.)
Besyanteo (11:54:36 PM): (Those thigns are fuckin huge. like a mini-bear. That'd scare the piss out of me)
Idran1701 (11:54:47 PM): (:D)
Idran1701 (11:54:55 PM): (Who's Braun, by the way?)
SongstressEnlil (11:55:08 PM): (Think ogre)
SongstressEnlil (11:55:18 PM): (Think Ogre + Badger)
Besyanteo (11:55:20 PM): (Eh? Ah.)
SongstressEnlil (11:55:28 PM): (Now make him fairly intelligent)
Besyanteo (11:55:30 PM): (Braun was the BAdger Lord in Prelude)
Idran1701 (11:55:34 PM): (Oh, right, from the Redwall game. I think I remember him now. :D)
Idran1701 (11:55:36 PM): (*nod*)
SongstressEnlil (11:55:36 PM): (And give him berserking)
Besyanteo (11:55:44 PM): (PErvy has it.)
Besyanteo (11:56:12 PM): (Though intelligence is debateable. I intentionally made him a flaming stereotype of his race, as seen in the books.)
Besyanteo (11:56:28 PM): (Which is to say tempermental, somewhat violent, and extremely racist.)
SongstressEnlil (11:56:29 PM): (Well, smarter than the stereotypical ogre)
Besyanteo (11:56:33 PM): (True!)
Idran1701 (11:56:50 PM): (I actually still need to do Nessan's equipment for that, this reminds me. >_>;)
SongstressEnlil (11:56:59 PM): *Finishes with the plates!* That should be it, I think. Thank you.
Idran1701 (11:57:35 PM): *nod* Any time. Be sure'n rest up if you're headin' up tomorrow. Long walk, after all.
SongstressEnlil (11:58:04 PM): That is my plan. Where is our room?
Idran1701 (11:58:28 PM): Just down th' hall there. Looked like y'r friend already found it.
SongstressEnlil (11:59:20 PM): (Guy: Wait, we didn't put our things in here yet.)
SongstressEnlil (11:59:34 PM): *Nods, and heads off.*
Idran1701 (12:00:08 AM): (Minor plot hole we'll pretend it doesn't exist for the sake of things and also stuff. :D)
SongstressEnlil (12:00:45 AM): (Simple deduction, they got the last room, so Guy just looked for the empty one =])
SongstressEnlil (12:00:56 AM): *TO THE ROOM!*
SongstressEnlil (12:01:13 AM): Will you be wanting your spellbook?
Besyanteo (12:01:52 AM): *looks up* I will need to study it in the morning, yes.
Idran1701 (12:02:45 AM): (Oh, and there are blankets, yes; they might be big on self-reliance, but they're not completely anti-comfort, after all.)
SongstressEnlil (12:04:12 AM): *Withdraws it! And withdraws another book as well; bearing no title or anything like that. IS THERE A TABLE?*
Idran1701 (12:04:32 AM): (A corner one, yes. And a pair of chairs similar to the ones out in the common room.)
SongstressEnlil (12:05:05 AM): *Goes to conquer the table!*
SongstressEnlil (12:05:29 AM): *And brings out some writing implements.*
Besyanteo (12:07:03 AM): *Goes...*
Besyanteo (12:07:11 AM): *To sleep. How boring.*
Idran1701 (12:07:25 AM): (But slightly adorable!)
SongstressEnlil (12:07:40 AM): *Scritch scratch goes the busy quill.*
Idran1701 (12:08:02 AM): (And cut for the night?)
Besyanteo (12:08:16 AM): (Sure)
SongstressEnlil (12:08:23 AM): (ACCEPTABLE)
Idran1701 (12:08:26 AM): (*nod* As for XP...)
Idran1701 (12:09:10 AM): (400 for various RP things, I'll say.)
Besyanteo (12:10:04 AM): (Yay!)
Idran1701 (12:10:52 AM): (That gives me 6507/10000 for Guy right now.)
Besyanteo (12:13:00 AM): *nod*
Besyanteo (12:13:06 AM): ()*
Idran1701 (12:13:11 AM): </RP DONE>
(12:17:02 AM) Besyanteo has left the room.