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SongstressEnlil: *IN THE GRIM FUTURE: THERE IS ONLY THE BLOOD WAR*
Idran1701: BUT BY THEN IT IS NOT BY FIENDS BUT BY VAMPIRES
Idran1701: SO NO ONE CARES ANYMORE
SongstressEnlil: *HAHA VAMPIRES RUIN EVERYTHING*
Idran1701: ALSO I AM PRETTY SURE THAT SENTENCE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE A COLON PERVY >:
SongstressEnlil: *BLAME GAMES WORKSHOP*
Idran1701: NO
SongstressEnlil: *DO IT*
Idran1701: NEVER
SongstressEnlil: *OKAY FINE*
Besyanteo has entered the room.
Besyanteo: HI
Idran1701: HELLO
Besyanteo: I HAS WATER
Besyanteo: *hugs water*
SongstressEnlil: *I HAVE TEA*
Besyanteo: YAY!
SongstressEnlil: *IT IS TOO HOT TO HUG, THOUGH*
Idran1701: DON'T SPILL IT INTO YOUR COMPUTER AND MAKE IT CATCH ON FIRE
Idran1701: THAT WOULD BE SAD
Besyanteo: IT WOULD
Besyanteo: OH FUCK I JUST DID
Idran1701: UH OH
Idran1701: QUICK GET MORE WATER TO PUT IT OUT
Besyanteo: I DON'T LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING
Idran1701: DO IT! >:
Besyanteo: MIS ZAPATOS NECESITAS MAS GALLETAS!
Besyanteo: And I'm spent. *goes to bed*
Idran1701: >:
SongstressEnlil: *EL TENIS ES EL DIABLO*
Besyanteo: =D
Idran1701: I don't speak spanish. ._.
Besyanteo: ^_^
SongstressEnlil: *I was proud when I concocted that in Spanish class*
Idran1701: What's it mean?
SongstressEnlil: *Tennis is the devil*
Idran1701: Ah.
Besyanteo: Mine was "My shoes need more cookies!"
SongstressEnlil: *I was trying to remember galletas*
Besyanteo: It's not one they teach you real quickly.
Idran1701: :D
Besyanteo: I think food at my school started in, like, spanish 3
Idran1701: *nod*
Besyanteo: I consider myself lucky to know how to ask for the restroom.
Besyanteo: Arpee?
Idran1701: Sure.
SongstressEnlil: *There are only two things I need to know in Spanish: "Which way to New Orleans" and "I have a gun"*
Idran1701: Before we start, though!
SongstressEnlil: *I can't remember either*
Idran1701: Like both of you know, this is going to be a flashback session. That means two things:
Idran1701: 1) Things might be slightly railroady than usual to make sure things don't contradict how Karl and Guy ended up too badly. I'll minimize this as much as possible, though, there shouldn't be all that much there.
SongstressEnlil: *::Nods::*
Besyanteo: Kay.
Idran1701: 2) I do ask that neither of you go out of your way to do something just for the purpose of contradicting what happened. :D
Idran1701: No suiciding yourself or anything, basically. :D
Besyanteo: That's Pervy's gig more than mine.
SongstressEnlil: *But I wanted Karl to get a tattoo...*
Besyanteo: It helps that I'm fairly predictable.
Idran1701: Only if it's somewhere where no one would see it.
Besyanteo: Karl: *getting ready for bed.* ... 6_6 ... Either I needto kill Arian, or I need to stop drinking so hard.
SongstressEnlil: *Karl: Man, I really do sleep hard*
Idran1701: Ha. :D
Idran1701: Anyway, we good to go, then?
SongstressEnlil: *::Nods::*
Idran1701: Oh, almost forgot: Just how late can you go tonight, Bes? So I don't go over.
Besyanteo: I work at noon.
Idran1701: Aha. Okay, then. I think 6 hours'd be definitely good enough. :D
Idran1701: (Which means it'll take at least 24 if past experience with myself is any sign. :D)
Idran1701: <THEN WE SHALL BEGIN>
SongstressEnlil: <THE OPPOSITE OF PROFESSOR BRICK>
Besyanteo: <Loves Jimmy P>
SongstressEnlil: (Hahahahha!)
Besyanteo: (=D)
Idran1701: (Jimmy P? :O)
Besyanteo: ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9M_Qgp4yDo )
Idran1701: (Aha. :D)
Idran1701: Having left the healer, Karl heads through Sigil, looking for the mentalist which the phoenix has refered him to.
SongstressEnlil: *Thankful for the Harmonium patrols once he gets to The Lady's Ward.*
Idran1701: The organization's a definite help as well, compared to the Hive; though the trip still takes a bit of time, it's hardly an effort to find the listed address.
Idran1701: Before long, he stands outside; it doesn't appear to be any sort of business, however. The mentalist's dwelling place, it appears?
SongstressEnlil: *Rests on his walking stick for a moment, before knocking.*
Idran1701: *muffled from inside* I'll be right there!
Idran1701: *and soon the door opens, the fellow within looking him over; he's fairly well covered in robes, with hardly an inch of skin visible, though a faction symbol's emblazoned on his sleeve*
Idran1701: *a slightly suspicious tone* ...Yes?
SongstressEnlil: Good day, sir. I have heard that you are skilled in recalling lost memories. A phoenix from Elysium referred me to you. *Hands him the letter!*
SongstressEnlil: *Also: Which faction? Planes Militant? :D?*
Idran1701: *takes it, glaring at it* ...Gods, but I hate owing favors.
Idran1701: (That's a sect. >:)
Idran1701: (Fated.)
SongstressEnlil: (CLOSE ENOUGH!)
Idran1701: *resigned* Come in, come in.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Ah hell.
Idran1701: (They aren't close at all! >:)
SongstressEnlil: *Does so!*
Idran1701: *leads Karl in to a sitting room just past the door* Go on, take a seat.
Idran1701: Lost memories, you said?
SongstressEnlil: *Has a seat, and nods* Yes. I believe it's from exposure to Stygian water.
Idran1701: Of course it is, it's always the Styx. Wait there, I'll be right back
Idran1701: *heads out, muttering quietly* They warned me never deal with...worse than devils, they are...
SongstressEnlil: IM: They really as as bad as the pamphlets hinted.
Idran1701: *A couple minutes pass, and he comes out with a fairly large satchel. He pulls a medallion out, tossing it to Karl a bit forcefully* Here, put this on.
SongstressEnlil: *Tries to catch it, then puts it on.*
Idran1701: *the robe-covered fellow sits across from him, setting the satchel between them as he gazes (or glares, depending on how you look at it) into Karl's eyes*
SongstressEnlil: *Looks back. Trying not to glare back.*
Idran1701: ...Eh, not pure Styx water. But close. One of the tributaries, I guess; they're there, but they're stuffed away, ripped up, crammed anywhere they can fit.
Besyanteo: (Karl: ... We've established you can't kill with a look. Mentalist: Damn!)
SongstressEnlil: (Mentalist: You'll fail your save soon enough!)
Idran1701: *reaches into the bag, pulling out another item; a heavy, dark-looking piece of headgear that he proceeds to slip on* We'll have to pull them out, stick them back together.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
Idran1701: *he continues pulling, taking out now...a crystal of some sort, on a stand; Karl may know from his research what a crystal ball is, but they're not something you usually see around Legunda nowadays*
Idran1701: *the stand seems to be attached by a twisty piece of tubing to what looks to be a lead box; now that he gets a better look, seems to be what the mentalist's headgear's made of too*
SongstressEnlil: IM: I should look into those someday.
Idran1701: Watch the ball.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods, and does so!*
Idran1701: And hold on right here. *points to another section of the stand, coppery-looking*
SongstressEnlil: Alright. *grabs onto it.*
Idran1701: *reaches for a small lever on the side of the stand as he grabs onto his own section of it* Put your other hand here, under the box.
Idran1701: I'll focus the memories, stick them back together, and send them back into your brain.
SongstressEnlil: *Does so!* IM: I wonder how this will work with Guy? Shame I won't get to see it, likely.
Idran1701: *and he pulls the lever!*
Idran1701: *the box opens, and Karl can see some black mold filling it...before he can feel a tingle all over both hands...*
Idran1701: *...ow, ow...there's a shock going through them, but he can't let go*
SongstressEnlil: *Winces*
Idran1701: *and there's a flash of light, that seems to stretch out of the ball through Karl's eyes...before things go black, fading out for him*
Idran1701: *...things soon fade back in...as he remembers back to Bytopia, stepping through thr portal with Guy*
Idran1701: *..and he rememberes...*
Idran1701: *...the two of them stepping out, into a grassy plain*
Idran1701: (You're up now too, Bes. :O)
Besyanteo: (family. x.x)
Idran1701: (...Hahahahaha. :D)
SongstressEnlil: *Looks about* IM: Is it..?
Besyanteo: *looking around curiously*
Besyanteo: (QUESTION)
Besyanteo: (Are the covered in OMG burns?)
Idran1701: (Nope, they're feeling fine, just like they were when they stepped through originally.)
Idran1701: (Definitely not the woods this time, etiher, this is Legunda.)
Idran1701: ...*and before long, they both feel something strange...new to Guy, but Karl's felt it before*
Besyanteo: Is this your world, Karl?
Besyanteo: Is this...
Besyanteo: The Prime?
SongstressEnlil: *Any signs of civilization?* It seems like it, yes.
Idran1701: *they're just barely on the edge of the Distortion; it's especially strong for Guy, being a spellcaster, but anyone could tell*
Besyanteo: ... It feels wrong.
Besyanteo: it looks wrong. *looking at the distortion*
Idran1701: *the portal crackles behind them, before closing, sending the occasional tendril of energy out*
SongstressEnlil: Yes, that is proof positive. That is the Distortion you are feeling.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Curious. I wonder if the Distortion affects the portal.
Idran1701: (d20 for Guy)
Besyanteo: (Now, one more question ebfore I do that)
Idran1701: (Hmm?)
Besyanteo: (is it unheard of for plane-dwellers to visit the prime?)
Idran1701: (Not really, nope. Most don't have much of a reason to, though.)
Besyanteo: (Ah)
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
SongstressEnlil: (No. But they tend to not boast about it while they're there)
Idran1701: (It's like a tourist visiting some little farming town instead of Chicago or Minneapolis. :O)
Idran1701: (Heh.)
SongstressEnlil: It may be a while before we find any sort of civilization. People tend not to live close to the Distortion. Especially if this is Bremen.
Besyanteo: *he looks around suddenly*
Besyanteo: *and, quietly* There are people here.
SongstressEnlil: *Equally quiet* Where?
SongstressEnlil: *Looks about himself.*
Besyanteo: *can he see them, boss?(
Idran1701: (Gimme another d20.)
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 2-sided die: 1
Besyanteo: (... work, damn you. that was totally a 0)
Idran1701: (Heh.)
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Besyanteo: *he looks over! At a specific spot this time*
Besyanteo: ... there.
SongstressEnlil: *Looks in this direction!*
Idran1701: *off to the North, he's looking*
Besyanteo: Many people.
Idran1701: (A d20 from Karl too.)
OnlineHost: SongstressEnlil rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
SongstressEnlil: ( :D)
Idran1701: *he can just make it out as well*
Idran1701: *big enough for a good couple-dozen people, at least*
SongstressEnlil: *Which was does the Distortion seem to be?*
Idran1701: (They're near the edge, so the majority of it'd be to the west.)
SongstressEnlil: I see them. I can't imagine that there would be any good reason for so many people to be here.
Idran1701: *the camp's definitely inside it, though; it's only a quarter-mile from them*
SongstressEnlil: Of course, there are less than good reasons for it.
Besyanteo: that is a human trait, yes. *tailswish*
Besyanteo: ... What now?
SongstressEnlil: They are almost certainly the enemy. I'd like to investigate, but I daresay we're far too outnumbered.
SongstressEnlil: Let's go to the east, and see what we can find there. With luck, there will be some sort of friendly settlement.
SongstressEnlil: IM: I need to get a spyglass.
Idran1701: (Your choice if Guy knows NSEW, Bes. :O)
Besyanteo: Yes. Lead, I will watch for trouble.
Idran1701: (Less useful on the planes, after all.)
Besyanteo: (Why would he?)
Besyanteo: (Even ignoring the planes: )
SongstressEnlil: *Leads Eastward!*
Besyanteo: (Think in terms of how he lives, normally.)
Idran1701: (True!)
SongstressEnlil: (Guy thinks East must be a kindgom. Or possibly one of the dwarves holding up the domeof the sky)
Besyanteo: *and, on their way?!*
Idran1701: *they head out!*
Idran1701: *the land's fairly flat here, and an easy walk for both of them*
Idran1701: *before long, they spot a pair of individuals ahead of them...and from the look of it, they've been spotted themselves, as the two begin to approach*
Idran1701: (Would have given you a chance to avoid, but as flat as it is, there wasn't much of one.)
SongstressEnlil: IM: A pity I won't have a chance to present my findings soon. Wait, who is that?
SongstressEnlil: Do you see them, Guy?
Besyanteo: I do.
Besyanteo: There is no cover here... I do not like it.
SongstressEnlil: *Squints, trying to make out who they are.*
Idran1701: *He can't make out any details...they look to be human, though. Or at least human-shaped and -sized.*
Idran1701: *And they're not wearing metal armor, he's sure. But other than that...can't tell.*
Besyanteo: I can run ahead if you want.
SongstressEnlil: I can't imagine they're up to much good, this whole area is avoided by anyone with sanity. They don't seem armored, though, so I don't think they are soldiers.
SongstressEnlil: Maybe scouts, though.
SongstressEnlil: Do it.
SongstressEnlil: Pay attention to the symbols they wear, if any.
Besyanteo: (... I just started to type "what?" here,)
Besyanteo: (and say "alright" to my sister. x.x)
Idran1701: (Heheh. :D)
Besyanteo: *without further ado, he runs ahead!*
Idran1701: *wolf-sprint!*
Besyanteo: *until he's about 20 feet off from the men!*
Besyanteo: *assuming they're men anyway*
Besyanteo: *and from there he'll sniff at them and act dog-like as he looks them over*
Idran1701: *seeing a wolf dashing towards him, they ready bows and arrows; one man and one woman, he can tell now, and both looking a bit worse for wear*
Idran1701: *they look oddly at the hood-wearing wolf, but none move to strike just yet, seeing his less-threatening actions*
Besyanteo: *he... slows to a walk*
SongstressEnlil: IM: They don't seem to know there's a gate here. But, is it a coincidence?
Besyanteo: IM: Ok, so how should I approach this without getting shot?
Besyanteo: ...
Besyanteo: *he barks, perks his ears, and lets his tongue hang out to one side*
SongstressEnlil: (Guy: *sits on hind legs, raises paws as high as he can*)
Besyanteo: *Do they have indentification? Insignias? Stuffs?*
Idran1701: ...*looking to the wolf, and Karl off in the distance* A druid, you think, Jane?
Besyanteo: (Ha)
Besyanteo: IM: ... Sure, that works too.
Idran1701: *They do! They're both wearing leathers with embroidery; a harp, it looks like.*
Idran1701: ...Here? No chance.
Besyanteo: *does the panting, friendly dog thing. Domesticated dogs do that, right?*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Well, he's not running for his life, yet. Hn, how to explain Guy away...?
Besyanteo: *and...*
Idran1701: ...Seems nice enough. Never seen a wolf act like that, though.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Ah. Of course!
Besyanteo: IM: A harp. Hm.
SongstressEnlil: *How far are they from the encampment?*
Besyanteo: *and, he starts to trot back to Karl*
Idran1701: (About a quarter-mile still.)
Besyanteo: (fun fact: Wolves are domesticatable, if you get them as pups! It wouldn't even be illegal in a place like Legunda! ... Probably!)
Idran1701: *they watch as Guy walks off, lowering their weapons and seeming less worried*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Rather not shout.
SongstressEnlil: (They are!)
Idran1701: (!)
Idran1701: (I did not know that. Huh. :O)
SongstressEnlil: What did you see?
Besyanteo: *quietly* Leather. A harp.
SongstressEnlil: Hmmm. Carinthians. It doesn't bode well that they are in Bremen. But, they are not our enemies.
SongstressEnlil: Guy, we're going to tell them you're my brother, and you got changed into wolf by a demented wizard. That way, you need not act like a pet. Alright?
Besyanteo: *walks around Karl, as if waiting impatiently for him*
Besyanteo: ... I already have. You need a reason why I am happy to see them.
SongstressEnlil: We'll only arouse suspicion if we run now. Let's go.
Idran1701: *the two folks are starting to move towards them now*
Besyanteo: *he follows*
Besyanteo: IM: You missed my point entirely. ... Oh well. A bit late now.
SongstressEnlil: *Waves*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Never thought I would be pleased to see Carinthians.
Idran1701: *soon, the two meet up* ...Drolen's eyes, what'n the hell are you doing here? It's not safe for travelers here!
Idran1701: *the one that's not Jane appraises Karl cautiously*
SongstressEnlil: I come in peace, and we've been lost for some time. What day is it?
Idran1701: ...What day? I don't...third-day, I think. ...Right, yes, third-day.
Besyanteo: *sits by Karl, appraising the other two more calmly now!*
Idran1701: *nods* That's right. You'll forgive us, time's not the first thing on our minds.
SongstressEnlil: The date? I've lost count. We've had to wander through...that. *glances backward briefly*
SongstressEnlil: I understand. My apologies.
Idran1701: (Carinthian accent's slightly low-class British, I'll say, by the way.)
Idran1701: (Not as bad as Cockney, but not as upper class as RP.)
SongstressEnlil: I am Questor Hendrick. You are with the Carithian army? Why are you so close to this place, if I may?
Idran1701: The date? It's...16 in the first half-spring.
Idran1701: ...A questor? Here?
Idran1701: We're here helping them retreat, is what. *points off to that camp*
Idran1701: You're about a quarter-mile from the front lines.
SongstressEnlil: Dear Siglos... So there is war with...with him?
Besyanteo: *left ear flick*
Idran1701: ...For around a month. Just how long've you been lost?
Besyanteo: IM: Tempted. But I should let him intro my 'condition'.
SongstressEnlil: It's been nearly two months since I've last heard any news. It's a long story, i fear.
SongstressEnlil: *I
Besyanteo: IM: People screaming in shock baaad.
Idran1701: ...Two months in the Wasteland?
SongstressEnlil: Not entirely so, just a couple forays. I've been searching for a cure for my brother, who was turned into a wolf. *Gestures toward Guy*
Besyanteo: Hi.
Idran1701: ...Really? Seems to have gotten used to it.
Besyanteo: *tail flick*
Idran1701: ...
Idran1701: *gape-mouthed* You're...this isn't some kind of trick? Puppetry or something?
Besyanteo: *looks at Karl*
SongstressEnlil: *Small grin* I hope things make a bit more sense now. It is no trick.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Of that sort, at least.
Besyanteo: I am sorry, about before. I wanted to make sure you weren't enemies.
Idran1701: *seems unsettled talking to a wolf* ...Healthy concern, this...this day and age...
Idran1701: ...it's really no trick?
Besyanteo: ... How could I convince you?
SongstressEnlil: I would not take such risks otherwise.
Besyanteo: (I'm going to have to drop the speech problem at this rate. I have trouble sticking to it.)
SongstressEnlil: We had heard there was a threat boiling in the wastes, but I thought the rumors were exaggerated back then. A there's a retreat?
SongstressEnlil: What happened?
Idran1701: ...Richard, go escort these two back to camp. Sir Halfeld'll want to talk to them, I'm sure.
Idran1701: *nods to Karl* They've been heading back for the last three days, as fast as we're losing men.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
SongstressEnlil: IM: The commander will be able to tell us more.
Idran1701: They're taking our men as fast as...Trast, I don't even know what to compare it to.
SongstressEnlil: I see.
Idran1701: Come on, I'll take you.
SongstressEnlil: IM: And Lilium wishes to waste time bothering some lower planar power.
SongstressEnlil: Very well.
Idran1701: *giving a wide berth to Guy, keeping near but ahead of Karl as they head for the camp*
Besyanteo: *stands, shakes out, and follows*
SongstressEnlil: *Follows*
Idran1701: *the two head overland, towards the camp*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Perhaps I'll be able to tell their commander the truth.
Idran1701: *a light breeze begins blowing through the grass, soon shifting into a light melody; Karl recognizes it as an old song from his childhood in Bremen, but Richard doesn't pay it any mind*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Who is playing that?
Idran1701: *it seems to be coming from the wind and the grass itself, as he listens*
Besyanteo: (ah fook, need to handle something. Back in a moment)
SongstressEnlil: IM: Ah, of course.
Besyanteo: (back)
Idran1701: *after a few minutes of repetition - the grass only knows the first couple of verses, apparantly - the song fades*
SongstressEnlil: IM: What a terrible land to find a wizard, it would be so difficult to distinguish subtle magic from the Distortion being itself.
SongstressEnlil: **Fight
Idran1701: *and a few minutes later, they reach the edge of the camp; things look quite harried, with not a single well-kept soldier in sight, they're all pretty worn-looking right now*
SongstressEnlil: (Also: Guy: Why does the grass sound like its barking Jingle Bells?)
Idran1701: Halfeld's in the tent with the patch on the door. Near the western edge.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
Idran1701: *at the moment, the men seem to be regrouping, some ready to head out, others being patched up by medics*
Besyanteo: *la la la, acting normal. ish.*
SongstressEnlil: *Heads toward it, if he's not going to be escorted.*
Idran1701: *and another half-mile or so ahead, they can spot another...line of encampments, at least five times the side*
Idran1701: **size*
Idran1701: *maybe more, it's hard to tell*
Besyanteo: ... *his ears flatten as he looks over that other encampment*
Idran1701: *the two head to Halfeld's tent, which hangs open, a harried-looking fellow in a Bremenite uniform looking over what seems to be a map of the region, swatting at a glowing fly buzzing about, leaving trails of blue in the air*
SongstressEnlil: IM: And we are in full rout, very nearly...
Idran1701: ...What is it? I don't have the time for chatter.
Idran1701: *not looking up!*
SongstressEnlil: Sir Halfeld? I am Karl Hendrick. Do you know a Sir Kolfstrom?
Idran1701: *looks at him* ...That's hardly funny, an...
SongstressEnlil: IM: ...I forgot my title. How long it's been since it was meaningful.
Idran1701: ...*blinks* Hell.
Idran1701: You are Questor Hendrick.
Besyanteo: *sits by him*
Idran1701: How in...
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* I am. Things have grown most complicated. This is Guy, he is able to speak, please do not be alarmed.
Idran1701: ...More complications? *sighs* That's the last thing I needed.
SongstressEnlil: Sir, if I may, what has happened?
Idran1701: ...Gods, he thought you all were dead. I mean...there was a rumor from the Order in the Rentian Woods...we all thought it was nonsense.
SongstressEnlil: What rumor?
Idran1701: From Tivana, about that mercenary of theirs that vanished popping up in a recon mission there.
Idran1701: They said she helped out with the troll recovery, we didn't put any stock in it.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* This is, I think, the truth.
SongstressEnlil: Did these rumors include what happened to us/
SongstressEnlil: *?
Idran1701: No, just that she was...well, not alive, exactly...you don't look half as bad as that report said, though.
SongstressEnlil: Lilium, the mercenary in question, did die. But she has continued on as a kind of zombie.
Idran1701: ...I see.
Besyanteo: A rude zombie. *tail flick*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Very.
Besyanteo: IM: I am so terrible for loving the looks on their faces.
Idran1701: Well, it didn't have much in the way of useful information...report's being kind, it was written more like a morale-boosting piece of propoganda.
Idran1701: *trying not to stare at Guy when he talks*
Besyanteo: *tail wag*
Idran1701: *frowns* Of course, we can use all the morale-boosting we can get.
SongstressEnlil: We were caught by the Kazerian en route to the Capital. He...banished us from this world, after failing to kill us directly.
Idran1701: *nods* Kolfstrom barely got away himself, he said.
Idran1701: ...Banished where?
SongstressEnlil: It is difficult to explain it in more concrete terms. Another world is the easiest way to think of it.
Idran1701: ...Right.
Idran1701: So you came through to help us out, then? Well, we can use it, but I hope you've got something good.
Idran1701: We've been cut off from the rest of Bremen since a week after fighting broke off.
Idran1701: Been making it here as best we can.
Besyanteo: *looks to Karl*
Idran1701: *broke out
Idran1701: We had a few Herforders here to help us out, get us used to things here, but it's still been rough.
Besyanteo: IM: ... Are we helping? I thought Karl and his friends needed help?
SongstressEnlil: Not much, yet. We're trying to do our best to figure out where we were and how to get back.
Idran1701: *frowns* I see.
Idran1701: ...*glances out the door* Frankly, I don't know how much longer we can last.
SongstressEnlil: The best I can offer is let it be known we are alive, and are now able to return. Let that strike fear into the enemy's heart.
Idran1701: ...It might help.
Idran1701: ...Mind if we put you to use here? We can use all the manpower we can get.
Idran1701: They've been...it doesn't even make sense what they've been doing.
Idran1701: Stealing my men somehow.
SongstressEnlil: I am no soldier, sir, but I will help the best I can.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* What else?
SongstressEnlil: IM: Even Herford? Things must be dire.
Idran1701: Pushing us back. We can't fight them anymore, we haven't had the manpower for that for the last two weeks. We've been trying to retreat south, make our way around their press to get into eastern Bremen.
Idran1701: *sighs* All we can do now is survive.
SongstressEnlil: What are they fighting with, exactly?
Idran1701: I don't know! We've...I've checked the battlefields myself, they're using some kind of...ice for their arrowheads, but it's no ice I've ever seen.
SongstressEnlil: IM: Who could we get to help? I wouldn't even begin to trust any yugoloths who would want to...
Idran1701: They hit my men, they fall almost right away...a week later, we see them fighting against us!
SongstressEnlil: ...Dear Lilia.
SongstressEnlil: Do you have any of these arrowheads? Guy is an accomplished wizard, and I am familair with magic's workings.
Idran1701: Our camp was 400 strong just a month ago, now we've barely got 20 people!
Idran1701: ...*shakes his head* They melt too fast.
Idran1701: And they haven't used them in almost a week, truth be told...seems to be a pattern.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods:* Any of the shafts, then?
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
Idran1701: I think they've got limited numbers, they have to get new shipments every now and again.
Idran1701: If I'm right, they should be getting it tonight, in fact.
Idran1701: *and nods* We've got plenty of them, yes.
SongstressEnlil: I wish to see one, if I may. I might be able to solve something.
SongstressEnlil: I can say, at one point in its history, Trakain had dealings with this other world that we were sent to. I may recognize something.
Idran1701: *nods* I'll go find one. We don't have the men to spare for an aide anymore, I'm afraid. Wait here.
Idran1701: *and out he goes!*
SongstressEnlil: Thank you, Sir Halfeld.
Idran1701: *leaving Guy and Karl alone for now*
Idran1701: (Switch those. :O)
Besyanteo: ... I had no idea.
SongstressEnlil: *Shakes his head* I hadn't dreamed things had become so dire.
SongstressEnlil: I feel like a fool, now.
Besyanteo: ... I do not think there is much we can do.
SongstressEnlil: The Kazerian fears us. I know we could face him down.
Besyanteo: ... that does not make sense.
Besyanteo: His army is many. Why could he not just kill you and the others?
SongstressEnlil: Because of fate. Do you believe that it is possible to read the future?
Besyanteo: No.
Besyanteo: Too much goes on.
SongstressEnlil: Nor did I.
SongstressEnlil: But, a prophet of Trakain, Sventrath, forsaw the coming of our group, exactly, over five hundred years ago.
SongstressEnlil: He left me a letter, addressed to me, personally. He left us detailed descriptions of ourselves in order to prove himself to us.
Besyanteo: ... *nothing!*
SongstressEnlil: He wrote it in a langauge that had not even existed yet, as well as his own.
SongstressEnlil: He foresaw it would be us that could stop the Kazerian. And the Kazerian knows this.
SongstressEnlil: He tried to kill us, weeks ago, but could not. So instead, he sent us to Arcadia.
Besyanteo: IM: That's great and all, but the oppressor in question must be terribly stupid or something.
SongstressEnlil: *Listening for footsteps now.*
Idran1701: *they approach!*
SongstressEnlil: I'll say more later.
Idran1701: *and in walks Halfeld* ...We've reused most of them ourselves, but I found these that were from their forces.
Idran1701: *and he hands a trio of arrow shafts to Karl*
Idran1701: *the tips are stained with a deep black*
SongstressEnlil: *Takes them in hand, and holds them so Guy can see*
Besyanteo: (*grabs sheet*)
SongstressEnlil: *Whilst trying to look them over for more mundane details, like the type of wood and fletchings used.*
Idran1701: (And because I can't remember what your spell selection was back then, go ahead and wing it if it comes up, Guy.)
Idran1701: (Bes.)
Besyanteo: (Spellcraft, you think?)
Idran1701: (*nod*)
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 3-sided die: 3
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 5-sided die: 5
Besyanteo: (... well damn.)
Idran1701: *what's magic?*
Idran1701: *ow, flea >:*
Besyanteo: *that's a little harsh. >:*
Idran1701: (Joking. :D)
Besyanteo: (Did he have identify at this point? I never got his spell selection figured out after the spell burning)
Idran1701: (The flea distracted you from getting a look.)
SongstressEnlil: (Prime flea: FOR TRAST! *Devour*)
Idran1701: (And he had Detect Magic, but not Identify.)
Besyanteo: (well, that's something)
Besyanteo: *he gets to work on that!*
Besyanteo: *using detect magic*
Besyanteo: *he mutters something in a language unfamiliar to the others, and touches the tip*
Idran1701: *...there's a slight aura of magic still on them*
Idran1701: (d100)
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 100-sided die: 25
Besyanteo: (... I rolled the same last time I rolled a d100, too. Whee!)
Idran1701: *...Enchantment magic. Something mind-altering.*
SongstressEnlil: *eyes widen*
Besyanteo: ... Mind control.
SongstressEnlil: These feathers.
SongstressEnlil: Do you recognize them?
Idran1701: ...*looking to both of them*
Besyanteo: *he was about to speak...*
Besyanteo: *But then Karl piped up*
SongstressEnlil: *This was to Guy!*
Besyanteo: (ah, well!)
Idran1701: (And give me a d20 for Guy)
Idran1701: (Also, font, Pervy. :O)
OnlineHost: Besyanteo rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Besyanteo: ... a little?
SongstressEnlil: These are archierai feathers.
Besyanteo: (this means nothing to me. :o)
SongstressEnlil: I saw them in Sigil, and in Tradegate.
Idran1701: (Probably not to Guy either, he wouldn't know them by name.)
Besyanteo: ... *blinks*
Besyanteo: Explain?
SongstressEnlil: They're a sort of bird creature from the Outer Planes.
Idran1701: ...You saw them where?
Idran1701: The what?
SongstressEnlil: The other world.
SongstressEnlil: The Kazerian is getting some kind of magical aid from there.
Besyanteo: *attention grabbing growl! just a short one*
Idran1701: ...They're getting another shipment tonight.
Besyanteo: What does this mean? The feathers?
Idran1701: How did you get here?
Idran1701: Could they be using the same way?
Besyanteo: IM: Please tell me it's more than where he's getting them from
Besyanteo: IM: Because that would be a big let down.
SongstressEnlil: I don't think he's using the same way we did. But that means there's more than one.
Idran1701: ...If we could find out where he's getting them, perhaps we could stop them. Or get our own help.
Idran1701: How did you get here?
SongstressEnlil: There is a portal, about a quarter mile from here.
Besyanteo: ... *another attention grabbing growl, this time with a sort of quieter bark*
Idran1701: Which way?
Besyanteo: *he probably can't clear his throat*
SongstressEnlil: Guy?
Idran1701: *looks!*
Besyanteo: There is hope for your lost men.
Besyanteo: get help from mages; a simple dispelling spell should fix them.
Besyanteo: You can gain back your lost ranks, and keep from losing any more.
Idran1701: *frowns* Mages? Not exactly an option right now.
SongstressEnlil: Magic users are not so common here, unfortunately.
Besyanteo: ...
Besyanteo: The church?
Besyanteo: (I believe Clerics can do that as well...)
Idran1701: Our chaplain was taken three weeks ago.
Besyanteo: ... *his ears flatten*
SongstressEnlil: But you could potentially retreat through the gate.
Idran1701: ...If we can get back, though...
Idran1701: ...yes.
Idran1701: That's what I was thinking.
Idran1701: If we wait there, without them knowing of it, perhaps they'll move past.
Idran1701: To take more ground tot eh south.
Idran1701: *to the
SongstressEnlil: It's not far. We'll show you.
Idran1701: If we wait long enough, we may be able to get back to the capital.
Idran1701: *nods* A quarter mile? We can make that in a day's retreat.
Idran1701: *looks to Guy* Er...thank you.
Besyanteo: *he sort of... kind of nods*
Idran1701: If this does work...well, we'll find some...some way of rewarding you, I'm sure.
SongstressEnlil: We'll worry about this later. *Stands*
Idran1701: *nods* Show me where it is, and we'll start our retreat.
Idran1701: ...In the mean time, it might help if we found out how they're getting these supplies.
Idran1701: More intel to take back home.
Besyanteo: (Guy: Wolf sense tingling! You're all fucked and we're going to be captured!)
Besyanteo: (Karl: Nonsense, it's just fleas.)
Idran1701: When we get back...I hate to ask more of you two, but we don't have the manpower to send people in.
Besyanteo: (Guy: Oh, right. *bite*)
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* I understand.
Idran1701: ...But the porthole first.
SongstressEnlil: *Exeunt!*
Besyanteo: *part of that exuent!*
Idran1701: *and they depart!*
SongstressEnlil: IM: Now I just have to recall exactly where it is.
Idran1701: *some of the men look a bit disheartened to see their commander leaving, but he reassures them as they leave camp that it's nothing more than a short mission*
Idran1701: *and after a few minutes' walk, they're back*
Idran1701: *the knight stares at the crackling black sphere* ...This is where you came from?
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* Simply walk through it, and you shall be in another world. The place where this empties is quite safe.
SongstressEnlil: IM: I think.
Idran1701: ...I'll take your word for it.
SongstressEnlil: Near a gnome village.
Besyanteo: (Robot: STANGE ENTITY! DESTROY! DESTROY!)
Idran1701: *looks back* We can get the camp here in a day's work, with what little fighting we're doing.
Idran1701: We don't want to make it obvious what we're doing.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
Idran1701: ...Once we get through...I'm not sure.
Idran1701: It's a bottleneck, at least.
Idran1701: But a gnome village, you said?
Idran1701: *smiles a bit* That's good to know. That might give us a good chance.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
SongstressEnlil: In the meantime, what would you have us do?
Idran1701: We'll let you rest up for now.
Idran1701: If the shipment is coming tonight, it'll probably be after nightfall.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods*
Idran1701: *starting back to camp* Any advice you can give us once we get through?
SongstressEnlil: Don't panic.
Idran1701: ...*chuckles* I'll pass around the order.
SongstressEnlil: It is another world, and has its own peculiarities.
Idran1701: *nod*
SongstressEnlil: (I am in love)
Idran1701: (And timeskip until nightfall?)
SongstressEnlil: (Sure)
Idran1701: (Bes? :O)
SongstressEnlil: (If possible, Karl would like to draft a letter to be sent out letting others know he is alive.)
Besyanteo: (Sorry, sorry. just GMed Belelmund.)
Besyanteo: (eyah, timeskip)
Idran1701: *they return to camp, where Halfeld gives them the closest thing to hospitality they can offer*
SongstressEnlil: ("The biscuits don't have too many mealworms in them")
Idran1701: *hours tick by, with soldiers rotating, slowly moving the camp ever closer to the portal as others they return to the front to offer the best resistance they can; not much of one right now*
Idran1701: *soon, the sky begins to turn all sorts of weird, pretty colors; not the Distortion, simply sunset, but a thing Karl hasn't seen in weeks*
Besyanteo: *he's staring*
Besyanteo: ... what is this...?
SongstressEnlil: IM: ...I never even noticed they were missing until now.
SongstressEnlil: A sunset.
SongstressEnlil: Night is coming.
Besyanteo: ... a what what?
SongstressEnlil: The sun moves across the sky here, from horizon *gestures east* to horizon. *toward the sunset*
Besyanteo: ... strange...
Besyanteo: ... pretty.
Besyanteo: IM: I'm almost sure that's not the word I want.
SongstressEnlil: *Nods* Feels like home.
SongstressEnlil: (Guy: IM: How do you say blasphemous in hunam?)
Besyanteo: (XD)
Idran1701: (Heehee. :D)
Besyanteo: ...
Besyanteo: IM: Oddly... familiar...
Besyanteo: *he shakes a little*
Besyanteo: IM: None of that.
SongstressEnlil: (Guy: I am not reclaiming memories in a flashback)
Besyanteo: (=D!)
Besyanteo: (BEHOLD!)
Besyanteo: (A RECUSRIVE FLASHBACK!)
Besyanteo: (but spelled right.)
Idran1701: (Guy: This reminds me of the time that Karl went to get his memories back...)
Besyanteo: (Now all we need is for someone to have a flashback during a flashback about a hypotehtical event involvign a hypotthetical event...)
Idran1701: (Heehee.)
SongstressEnlil: (Kazerian: Fuck, they did it. Now I'll never be able to take over.)
Idran1701: (Actually, that would be awesome. A time travel story with an actual looping flashback like that.)
Besyanteo: (Merlin: Well that was straightforward.)
SongstressEnlil: *HOW IS CAMP MOVEMENTS COMING ALONG?*
Idran1701: *soon, night comes, with the stars coming out overhead*
Idran1701: *not that new a sight to Guy, this, but different patterns than the planes*
Idran1701: *the camp movement is coming along well enough; they've covered about a third the ground so far*
Besyanteo: *he watches the stars, yes*
SongstressEnlil: (Karl: That's the Astronomer over there. And you really don't want to know about the rest of them. Guy: Which one's the Twig and Berries?)
Idran1701: *Halfeld soon approaches them* It'll probably be here soon.
Besyanteo: (Ha ha ha)
Besyanteo: (Constelations by SD)
SongstressEnlil: (And KoL!)
SongstressEnlil: (As the Astronomers of Old had very odd minds)
Besyanteo: (Oh? I haven't been there in ages. I would never have known. =D)
SongstressEnlil: Is there anything you wish us to do?
SongstressEnlil: (Idran got DCed)
Besyanteo: (he told me. Yarr.)
Idran1701 has left the room.
Idran1701 has entered the room.
Idran1701: (Can someone send me the last few lines?)
SongstressEnlil: (Done)
Idran1701: (Thanks, Pervy. O)
Idran1701: (*:O)