Session XII - Stone Men

Organiser's Comment

Another fun session. Great to see a few new people at the 'Quest', more are always welcome.

The next session promises to be evil, interesting, fun or all of the above.

Plot Summary

The group have just burst through another wave of attackers. This time it has left the weapon's wagon on fire and several scrapes and scratches on the 'train including one of the drivers being wounded. Apparently, going north might just have been the wrong way to go. They run into another band of soldiers, who are chasing two halflings and a troll, the group kills the troops and takes the three with them. After a few hours, and no more signs of the troops, the group stop at a large mansion. This mansion looks eerily like the one in Orgakk, the one the Seventh built, where Caeilie was killed. The group decide this might be a chance to gain some insight to their fire-breathing friends. The group have a look about, the place looks empty. Faelnon has a look at an odd device, and as the rule goes "Poke it until it does something." In this case, the something was a beam of energy, it hits Faelnon squarely in the chest and continues on and hits Isondil in the arm. Faelnon and Isondil's arm turn completely to stone. Shandor and Ariea look slightly less concerned than other members of the group. The group continue searching, now also for a cure to the stone problem. Shandor finds himself standing on a ceiling of a room. Rather perplexed, he looks about, Ariea grins and touches an orb, which Shandor touched. She, too, floats up to the ceiling. She then asks how to get down, Shandor reveals that was his major problem. Ariea sarcastically imitates his scolding moves and points to a similar orb on the ceiling that brings them down. The group then explore another room, this one has more stone people, or statues of people. After investigating them for a moment, the statues decide to come to life and look a mite annoyed. There is a brief fight before the statues crumble to dust. The group continue on until they come across an ancient, dilapidated library, everything looked old, except one bookcase, the group carefully remove it (i.e. it fell over and the group were lucky not to get squished). It reveals an archway with some kind of glowing barrier. Beyond it is a pedestal with a metal box on top. Shandor throws a stone, it goes straight through the barrier. He goes to cross it when Ariea throws a book into it - the book disintegrates in a blinding white light. Matter that was once, or still is, alive can't pass through, but stone can. The group look at Isondil's stone arm and wonder. After a brief debate, Isondil agrees to reach in and grab the box, it works and they open up the box. There are instructions for reversing the stone, a journal and a few other notes. The group quickly leave (with the stone Faelnon) before any winged owners return. The 'train quickly moves off. Shandor works out that the potion will take approximately one day to brew and immediately sets to work.

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<@Shandor> The day is dark although it is late-morning. The 'train has been scraped and scratched as it tore through the last area. The roof of the weapons cabin has been ignited by a fire-arrow. Several spokes from one of the wheels seem to have been broken off, most likely from the soldier carrying the halberd.

<@Shandor> There are no troops behind, but there could be some ahead - over the lip of a hill.

øùú Faelnon is trying to see if everyone is alive and alright. He hears one of the drivers holler.

øùú Ariea is standing on the roof of the driver's cabin trying to see any enemies.

øùú Arathus looks up after hearing the call of the driver

øùú Faelnon gets to the driver who has been hit in the shoulder by an arrow, he begins treating the driver as another one takes over the reigns.

øùú Shandor is further down, on the food cabin. He is trying to think of a weather spell that could put the flames out, but can't remember the incantation.

øùú Arathus runs up to where Faelnon is and asks, "What happened?'

øùú Akedoo can be seen coming closer

øùú Faelnon says, 'Haven't you been paying attention for the last ten hours? Army, kill, kill, kill?'

øùú Arathus looks at the arrow in the driver "Indeed"

øùú Ariea points to a shape approaching the 'train, 'Troll!'

øùú Faelnon calls up to Ariea, 'I don't recall any trolls in that army.'

øùú Akedoo comes even closer

øùú Shandor desperately tries to think of a spell that will put it out. 'Er... rain, rain, come today, come and wash the flames away.'

øùú Shandor waits for a second then says, 'No, huh? Didn't think it would be that easy.'

<@Shandor> The 'train continues at a brisk speed, but slow enough for the troll to get to the 'train if she wishes. The 'train is nearing the top of the hill.

øùú Akedoo looks at the strange creatures and the fire and something seems to sparkle in her mind

øùú Mihndrid appears coming over the top of the hill, eyes wide and frantic, running as fast as her small, gnomish legs can carry her towards them.

øùú Akedoo jumps on the train

<@Shandor> A group of about five soldiers chase after the gnome, waving their weapons furiously.

øùú Ariea says, 'Watch out.'

øùú Mihndrid continues dashing at the train, mouthing again and again "Help me!"

øùú Ariea draws her sword and climbs down to the floor of the 'train, 'We've got to help her.'

øùú Faelnon nods, and says to the driver, 'Aim for the soldiers.'

øùú Akedoo turns to the funny creatures and says 'the spirits told me to find you funny creatures'

øùú Arathus Braces himself against the wall

øùú Isondil runs up towards the drivers with his bow out

øùú Shandor says, 'That's nice, my spirits are telling me to run like Tarkna...'

øùú Akedoo says 'spirits told me you might need help'

øùú Shandor says, 'Can you make fire go away?'

øùú Isondil fires an arrow hitting a soldier in the chest

<@Shandor> The 'train hurtles itself towards the gnome and the soldiers.

øùú Akedoo stares at the fire

øùú Faelnon points out, 'Traditionally, the gnome would get out of the way of the 'train at this point.'

øùú Mihndrid swings herself off to the side, out of the way of the train.

øùú Akedoo calls for the spirits and the weather winds of change to bring the rain upon the train

<@Shandor> The soldiers dive to the ground and scatter themselves out of the way of the 'train.

øùú Ariea dives off the 'train, sword ready, and tackles a soldier that was still on his feet to the ground.

øùú Mihndrid sees the soldiers weren't squished and starts running again, panting.

øùú Cyria leaps off of the train to help the gnome

øùú Isondil fires another arrow hitting a soldier who is lying on the ground

<@Shandor> The 'train slows down so people can get on and off safely.

øùú Alril is seen appearing from a clump of trees at the top of the hill, he appears to have been hiding from the soldiers now in the battle

øùú Shandor spots Ariea fighting with one of the soldiers and dashes to help.

øùú Mihndrid slows down as she passes those trying to help her, and finally stops, breathing in heavy, strangled breaths.

øùú Isondil continues to stand on the train firing arrows at the soldiers

øùú Ariea clearly doesn't need help as she swiftly ends the soldier's life.

øùú Alril staggers towards the others, constantly looking behind him

øùú Shandor stops before he turns to the troll, 'Hi there, little help?'

øùú Faelnon finishes his work on the driver's shoulder, 'Should heal in a few days.'

øùú Arathus after watching for a while finally jumps off the train and draws his sword

øùú Cyria kicks a soldier in the face as he tries to stand

øùú Alril shouts, as he draws nearer "there are many, many of them, oh thank you, thank you for coming"

øùú Arathus runs over to the fight

<@Shandor> The rain that Akedoo summoned begins pouring and beating back the raging flames on the weapon's cabin.

øùú Akedoo gives no attention to Shandor and focus on the rain

øùú Isondil hits a soldier in the head who was running after Cyria

øùú Shandor hops off the 'train and grabs Alril by the arm and thrusts him in the direction of the 'train, 'Get on, you'll be safe.'

øùú Ariea waves her sword about, but doesn't see anyone she can hit, she climbs back onto the driver's wagon, 'Okay, let's get out of here.'

øùú Alril follows Shandor’s instructions

øùú Shandor says, 'Could everyone please get on the 'train before more of those guys show up?'

øùú Cyria turns to Isondil and nods in thanks as she goes and snaps the neck of the soldier she kicked

øùú Mihndrid , following suit, climbs up into the train.

øùú Arathus runs back and jumps onto the train

øùú Shandor climbs onto the 'train and climbs to the roof of a cabin.

øùú Cyria runs back to the train and jumps on

øùú Isondil nods to Cyria before turning to shoot at a soldier

øùú Faelnon indicates for the drivers to continue at full speed.

<@Shandor> The 'train resumes its fast pace as it goes over the hill and begins down the other side.

øùú Mihndrid leans against the wall once inside, and continues her strenuous breathing. Clearly running that fast was not a favourite thing of hers to do.

øùú Shandor heads up to the front.

øùú Alril is starting to recover now, encouraged by the speed of the train

øùú Shandor climbs down to where Faelnon and Ariea are. He turns to Faelnon.

øùú Shandor says, 'Go north, you said, well that did us a lot of good...'

øùú Isondil slides through the window of the cabin he's on top of

øùú Faelnon says, 'How was I to know? I mean, why would she lie to us?'

øùú Akedoo sits down rather tired from the effort

øùú Ariea points out, 'I, for the record, sided with you, Shandor.'

øùú Shandor nods, 'Thank you.'

øùú Mihndrid 's breathing slows, and she leans on the wall less, taking more interest in what is around her.

øùú Shandor turns to Faelnon and says, regarding his last question, 'Because she wasn't the real one, duh.'

øùú Arathus says "Are you sure the rest of the army is here though? That may have just been a sentry group."

øùú Shandor says, 'There were a lot of them, with halberds,'

øùú Ariea adds, 'And flame arrows,'

øùú Faelnon continues, 'And axes,'

øùú Shandor says, 'And there were a lot of them. Plenty, many.'

øùú Alril gathers his breath and says, "not lots... many more than that"

øùú Arathus backs off and says "Ok, ok, just a question"

øùú Faelnon sighs for a moment before saying, 'Shandor, we are well aware that she isn't the real one now.'

øùú Ariea says, 'We are? Wait, what? I think you are going to have to run that one past me again.'

øùú Faelnon rubs the blood off his face before stating, 'During our first night of heading north, she came to me, told me to change my path, that it wasn't her who came to us in the temple, it was the Child. The dragon Child that we trapped in the other dimension, she can't explain it, but she knows it is true.'

øùú Shandor shouts, 'And you didn't mention this...why?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'We had avoided the troops that day, so I assumed it was just a dream of my doubts.'

øùú Mihndrid stands idly off to the side, listening to the voices coming from the three with the drivers.

øùú Shandor says, 'Faelnon, I know you have a whacky imagination, but even you couldn't have made that up, thus it must be true.'

øùú Ariea says, 'You've got to love that logic.'

øùú Arathus says "So true"

øùú Shandor is tempted to slap Faelnon, but he realises it would cause more pain to himself that Faelnon, owing to an array of scratches, splinters and cuts on his hands.

øùú Ariea stands up and says, 'Well, I'm going to go introduce myself to our new members, be polite and all that.'

øùú Ariea leaves and heads down along the 'train searching for anyone new.

øùú Isondil returns to his cabin

øùú Arathus says "Hm...she wasn't polite when I jumped aboard"

øùú Mihndrid looks up at Ariea as she leaves the front of the train.

øùú Shandor says, 'Yes, but you are taller than her.'

øùú Arathus laughs

øùú Ariea spots Mihndrid.

øùú Ariea waves before coming closer.

øùú Mihndrid nods to her, drawing herself up a little, being short as gnomes often are.

øùú Ariea says, 'Hi there.’

øùú Mihndrid says "Hello...thank you for picking me up. I dare say they would have killed me if you hadn't helped."

øùú Ariea nods, 'No problem, although, we probably aren't out of the woods yet. People have an odd fascination with trying to kill us.'

øùú Alril watches Ariea and Mihndrid, and begins to shake himself, from nervousness.

øùú Shandor asks, 'Where to now?'

øùú Mihndrid smirks slightly to herself "Yes, it appears that way. But then again, they seemed rather interested in killing -anyone-..."

øùú Faelnon grins and says, 'Shall we go north?'

øùú Alril slowly stands and walks over to Ariea and Mihndrid

øùú Akedoo grumbles

øùú Ariea nods, 'Yeah, I guess they didn't have a description of us and settled for 'If it moves, kill it. If it doesn't, hit it once to make sure it isn't pretending.'

øùú Ariea turns to Alril, 'Hi,'

øùú Mihndrid smiles at the reply, and turns to give Alril a friendly nod.

øùú Isondil set's down his quiver and bow on his bed before heading up towards the front of the train

øùú Alril says, "Thank you so much for saving us, I was just out walking on the hills when I heard voices"

øùú Ariea says, 'It's no problem, really.'

øùú Shandor moves down the way to where Ariea is, 'Hey everyone.'

øùú Alril continues, "I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t saved me..."

øùú Shandor bows humbly before saying, 'I am Shandor, a mage from A'lure, and you lot would be?'

øùú Mihndrid ponders saying 'They would have messily slaughtered you, most likely' but decides against it, instead turning to look up at Shandor.

øùú Isondil sees the gnome and halfling but bites his lip and says nothing

øùú Arathus walks back to where everyone seems to be going

øùú Akedoo introduces herself as Akedoo

øùú Alril wipes his forid and says, "I am Alril Broadleaf, just an ordinary halfling, who thought today would be an ordinary day"

øùú Ariea says, 'Oh, silly me. I'm Ariea, also from A'lure. A fighter.'

øùú Arathus says "The name's Arathus, Paladin of The Order of Light

øùú Shandor points out, 'A self trained fighter.'

øùú Mihndrid smiles, and saying softly "It is such a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances. I myself, am Mihndrid Finnembrali, Bard."

øùú Faelnon smiles to the new people, 'Pleasure to meet you, let's try and not die today, and not to loose any limbs.'

øùú Alril goes on, "I do not know what it is, but, if I may, I would like to join your cause.. I may not look it, but I am a warrior at heart, and would like to show my thanks to you all"

øùú Ariea turns to Faelnon, who also seems to have migrated down to this area, 'And this would be Faelnon, a healer, also from A'lure.'

øùú Mihndrid gives Faelnon a friendly nod.

øùú Alril nods at them all, straightens himself up, and takes a step out of the limelight, to look out of the window

øùú Shandor says, 'Well, we'll need to sort you two out with some accommodation, Ariea?'

øùú Ariea looks up, 'Huh? Oh, sure, yes, we have a free cabin or two, if you'll come with me...'

øùú Isondil nods to the halflings and says 'I am Isondil from Viirnial'

øùú Alril willingly turns and obliges

øùú Ariea heads along the 'train until she reaches an unused cabin, she opens it. It, like most of the others, has two single beds and a wardrobe and chest of drawers for each.

øùú Ariea says, 'I hope sharing is okay, if not, there is probably another free one...'

øùú Mihndrid shakes her head "I'm quite alright with it."

øùú Alril says, "That’s fine with me too"

øùú Ariea nods, 'Well, then, settle in. The food cabin is a couple down, second from last. The weapons cabin is the one that is slightly crispy.'

øùú Alril smiles, and turns to Ariea

øùú Shandor follows the three down before saying to Ariea, 'Wasn't there a troll too?'

øùú Alril says "thanks for all of this Ariea, I’m really grateful"

øùú Mihndrid starts to inquire what she means about 'crispy' but remembers the fire she saw earlier and dismisses the thought.

øùú Ariea nods. She turns to Alril, 'Oh no problem.'

øùú Isondil returns to his cabin

øùú Mihndrid looks around the cabin, mentally making notes to herself about it.

øùú Alril goes to sit on the bed on the right

øùú Ariea says, 'Well, if that is all, I'm going to see if my plants survived the attack.'

øùú Mihndrid nods "Thanks again."

øùú Ariea spins on a heel and begins towards her and Shandor's cabin.

øùú Isondil lies down on his bed after moving his bow and quiver to a chair

øùú Alril grins, says "oh , they have plants", and experiments with opening the chest of drawers

øùú Ariea enters her cabin and notices the row of blue plants on top of her chest of drawers (just beneath the window) have survived quite happily.

øùú Mihndrid seats herself on the left bed, idly watching Alril inspect the various drawers in the cabin.

øùú Isondil scrambles onto the roof and lies on the roof staring up into the sky

øùú Alril pauses, a drawer half open, and turns to Mihndrid, "so, where are you from, and how did those soldiers start chasing you?"

øùú Mihndrid looks up at him from her seat on the bed, and waits a minute, as if considering.

øùú Shandor finds Ariea, 'Well, wasn't that a nice way to start the day?'

øùú Ariea says, 'What do you mean day? It must have been in the middle of the night when they first attacked.'

øùú Alril closes the drawer and sits on his bed, facing Mihndrid

øùú Mihndrid says "I'm from Hirmfel, originally...but honestly, a fortress is no place for a Bard, what kind of inspiration is -that-? So I started travelling around, you know, just to see the sights, and one day I'm tramping along, minding my own gnomish business when a group of soldiers come out of nowhere, waving their weapons like crazy and running at me like madmen."

øùú Ariea asks, 'And what, exactly, did we gain from it? A lot of burnt wood and pain.'

øùú Isondil thinks absentmindedly to himself

øùú Shandor grins, 'Ah, not true, we also won the ability to boast that we picked the right direction and the others didn't.'

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "And you know the rest."

øùú Alril stares open mouthed, "I didn’t realise the world was such a bad place as this, I was quite content living with my garden and family"

øùú Mihndrid shrugs absently, starting to rummage through her pack "Well, I guess there's a time to learn everything."

øùú Alril continues, "I thought being a warrior would just involve protecting my family from muggings and the like, never this"

øùú Mihndrid smiles softly to herself "I'm sure at one point, there weren't any warriors at all because no one needed them."

øùú Alril lies back on the bed "I wish..", he says

<@Shandor> Many hours pass into night, and back into day light, they have not encountered any more soldiers. The sky is slightly brighter now, but there is still a cloud cover.

øùú Shandor is hunting through the food cabin for something to eat. Of course, he ignores the fact that he is absolutely surrounded by food.

øùú Faelnon is sitting up with the drivers watching the rather nondescript landscape.

øùú Ariea is in her cabin lazily flipping through one of Shandor's books.

øùú Isondil again is lying on the roof

øùú Mihndrid sits quietly on her bed, fiddling with her flute, wondering if she should play something.

øùú Alril is shaking his head in disbelief at the amount of killing devices in the weapon carriage

øùú Arathus is pacing back and forth in deep thought

øùú Ariea gives up on the book, she wonders how on earth Shandor could read something so boring before putting it back on its shelf and heading up front to see if anything is going on.

øùú Mihndrid finally puts the flute to her lips, and blows into it, playing a quiet, soothing melody. She lets her fingers flow over the holes on the instrument, allowing the music to waft softly through the train.

øùú Shandor finds some fruit and, too, heads towards the front, munching merrily.

øùú Shandor stops as he hears music.

øùú Cyria walks past Mihndrid's room and stops in her doorway to listen to the melody

øùú Alril turns and leaves the weapons carriage, wondering down the corridor, just aimlessly pottering

øùú Shandor looks about for the source. He peaks through the window of Mihndrid's cabin and watches her play.

øùú Isondil heads towards the front of the train

øùú Alril joins Cyria at his and Mihnhdrid's room, and listens in amazement

øùú Alril says "that’s beautiful"

øùú Mihndrid gives them all a quick wave, then quickly grips the flute once more with both hands.

øùú Shandor comes around to the door before saying, 'Looks like we've got our resident musician.'

øùú Mihndrid 's flute changes the tune, as if to signify how much she appreciates the compliments.

øùú Cyria turns to Shandor and Alril and whispers, "She is very good at playing the flute"

øùú Isondil walks up behind the drivers

øùú Alril goes and lies on his bed, Mihndrid's music like a lullaby, wooing him into sleep

øùú Shandor nods in agreement with Cyria.

øùú Mihndrid 's fingers slow down and the tune eventually fades, the song being over. She lowers the flute to her lap and gives them all a smile.

øùú Ariea climbs to the roof to have a look around.

øùú Shandor begins clapping.

øùú Arathus walks in and claps "Very good."

øùú Alril is now fast asleep, snoring on the bed

øùú Shandor turns away and moves up to the front of the 'train.

øùú Mihndrid lays the flute next to her on the bed, and gets up, saying quite happily "I'm glad you enjoyed it, I need to be able to do -something- you know..."

øùú Ariea calls down to Shandor, 'Who's playing the music?'

øùú Isondil sees Ariea and nods

øùú Shandor says, 'That would be Mihndrid.'

øùú Ariea waves at Isondil before returning her view forward. She looks down at Shandor briefly and says, 'She's very good.'

øùú Ariea points to the horizon and says, 'What's that?'

øùú Shandor climbs up to stand beside Ariea and replies, 'It's a building, looks quite large.'

øùú Isondil looks round and say's 'Let's hope it's nothing bad'

øùú Faelnon calls up to them, 'We haven't encountered troops in a while, I think we have time to stop and poke around.'

øùú Mihndrid slips the flute back into her pack, and places the pack on the floor. Stretching her fingers briefly, she exits the room and approaches the others, catching the last few comments.

øùú Shandor says, 'Okay. But in case this all goes horribly, horribly wrong, it is all your fault, okay?'

øùú Faelnon rolls his eyes, 'Fine.'

øùú Shandor smirks, 'Say it.'

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'It is all my fault.'

øùú Mihndrid grins, and steps backwards to retrieve her bag, seeing as they would be going out.

øùú Shandor grins, 'Aw, Faelnon, don't be so hard on yourself.'

øùú Isondil smiles

<@Shandor> The 'train approaches the large building. It looks frighteningly reminiscent of the palace they encountered in Ograkk.

øùú Mihndrid taps Alril on the shoulder before she leaves again, saying lightly "I think we're going outside."

øùú Isondil looks at the building and say's 'This looks familiar'

øùú Shandor says, 'I don't think we should stop here...'

øùú Faelnon asks, 'Why not?'

øùú Shandor points to the structure, 'Look at it, it looks very like the palace in Ograkk, where the Seventh lived, where bad stuff happened.'

øùú Faelnon nods, 'Even better.'

øùú Cyria murmurs, "Now all we need is some blood rain"

øùú Isondil say's 'I agree with Shandor'

øùú Alril gradually opens his eyes, rubs them, sits up, and then walks out to join the others

øùú Shandor asks, 'You do remember what happened at the last one?'

øùú Mihndrid stands off to the side, not knowing what they're talking about, but listening intently anyway.

øùú Faelnon nods sadly, but then states, 'We also found out some useful information. And, only the Seventh can possess people, if this belongs to one of the others, we should be okay.'

øùú Alril says, as he joins the others "what’s happening, are we stopping?"

øùú Shandor rolls his eyes, 'Unless they, being the dragon things they are, decide to let us enter and get killed.'

øùú Ariea nods, 'I think so.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Shandor, isn't it odd that you are pessimistic this morning, instead of me?'

øùú Shandor says, 'Well maybe I don't trust you any more.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Oh please, you never trusted me.'

øùú Shandor shrugs, 'That's true. Okay, fine, we go in, but remember, if things go wrong-'

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'It is all my fault.'

øùú Shandor grins, 'You learn quickly.'

øùú Mihndrid puts in "If things go wrong, we'll all have to deal with it, whether you have him say its his fault or not."

øùú Isondil returns to his cabin and gets his bow and quiver

øùú Shandor smiles, 'Ah, but the rule of the 'It is his fault' If someone is completely at fault, he/she/assorted other creature shall be left behind to be mauled, stabbed, blown up, or killed in another manner.'

øùú Shandor says, 'You have to sort these things out, otherwise it could all just be a big mess.'

øùú Alril tightens his belt and dusts himself down, and then remembers he has no weapon.

øùú Ariea climbs off the 'train and nears the door.

øùú Faelnon follows Ariea and says, 'Complete lack of blood rain, that's good.'

øùú Alril asks "can I take a weapon from the weapon cabin, only i want to be of some help if we do.... you know run into some trouble."

øùú Isondil climbs off the train bow in hand

øùú Shandor goes ahead of Ariea and reaches the door, he shoves it open, waits a few seconds before saying, 'Nothing bad so far.'

øùú Shandor turns to Alril, 'Sure, help yourself.'

øùú Mihndrid , seeing that weapons might be needed, tugs her flute from her pack, and walks towards the door where the other two are standing.

øùú Faelnon says, 'You are judging this off two seconds?'

øùú Alril runs towards the weapon store. once inside, he grabs a short sword and then joins the others outside

øùú Shandor nods, 'Sounds 'bout right.'

øùú Mihndrid says "We'll never know until we have a look around."

øùú Shandor steps inside, he holds his arms out and spins around once, 'Still a lack of pure evil here.'

øùú Isondil peers into the building

øùú Faelnon rubs his head, 'Shandor, do you just take one-eighty turns in your logic and thoughts? I thought you hated this place.'

øùú Shandor says, 'Oh I do, I'm just hungry and I've had enough from what the food wagon has to offer. Not to mention, screwing with your brain is fun.'

øùú Shandor takes a few more steps inside.

øùú Mihndrid says "I hate to interrupt, but this place is really giving me the creeps. Like the thing reeks of bad karma."

øùú Shandor says, 'Welcome to our life.'

øùú Faelnon looks down the large, wide corridor with several doors leading off.

øùú Mihndrid stares at him for a moment, wondering if he's joking or not, then takes a few steps into the building.

øùú Faelnon says, 'Similar inside, also.'

øùú Isondil steps inside

øùú Faelnon nears one door and pushes it open, going inside.

øùú Isondil follows Faelnon

øùú Faelnon sees an odd object in the room by itself.

øùú Isondil looks at the object and at Faelnon

øùú Mihndrid grips her flute a little more tightly, peering into the room they just entered.

øùú Faelnon goes to examine it. It is constructed of several stone blocks forming a base, three by one blocks big. A block is atop both ends, held in between is some odd device. The end, facing away from Faelnon, is rectangular. However, when it gets further along, it narrows and ends with an emerald crystal, which has a rather sharp point aimed in Faelnon's direction.

øùú Faelnon kneels down in front of it as he examines it, 'Fascinating.'

øùú Isondil comes closer towards Faelnon

øùú Shandor stands around in the hallway wondering which room will kill him first.

øùú Faelnon stands up and rubs one finger in the trench-like marks on the top of the device. Suddenly, it starts whining. Faelnon begins to back away, but just as he does

øùú Alril ,now with sword, is feeling a mix between courageousness, and nervousness. He joins the others with his sword held high. but is trembling nonetheless.

øùú Mihndrid comes up behind the two, walking as though she’s afraid of the walls.

<@Shandor> The crystal glows briefly before a beam is produced from the tip, it strikes Faelnon in the chest, he falls over and it continues on, striking Isondil in the arm.

øùú Mihndrid 's eyes widen, and she darts out of the room intending to tell Shandor.

<@Shandor> The device stops after five seconds. There is a slight complication however - Faelnon and the arm of Isondil have been turned entirely to stone.

øùú Shandor hears the noise and looks inside, 'Oh Tarkna.'

øùú Isondil yelps as he sees his arm

øùú Alril 's sword clatters to the floor, as Alril steps backwards getting as far away as he can from the device

øùú Mihndrid says "That's....bad."

øùú Shandor stands over Faelnon, poking him with the tip of his boot.

øùú Isondil grumbles at the stone Faelnon and says 'Knew we shouldn't have come here'

øùú Ariea looks, wide-eyed, at Faelnon, 'That's... a new look.'

øùú Mihndrid rolls her eyes "Hello? HE'S BEEN TURNED INTO STONE, DON'T YOU FIND THAT RATHER UNSETTLING?!"

øùú Shandor crouches down beside Faelnon, 'I wonder if he is still alive.'

øùú Ariea says, 'I'm sorry, but most of these things don't shock me any more. I've had my husband die twice and come back, I've watched a dragon pop up through a street-'

øùú Shandor interrupts with, 'And I've seen the results of her cooking.'

øùú Isondil sits down as the weight of his arm causes him to be rather lopsided

øùú Ariea says, 'Hey, that's an idea, we could make a batch of... soup or something?'

øùú Mihndrid rubs her forehead, deciding not to reply, and turns to look curiously at the device.

øùú Shandor says, 'And melt him, with your cooking? No thank you.'

øùú Alril decides that he feels much safer with his sword and quickly reaches down and grabs it

øùú Mihndrid prods it warily with her flute.

øùú Ariea says, 'You'd better pray I don't figure out how to operate the stone-maker thingy.'

øùú Cyria keeps her distance from the device and the stoned people

øùú Isondil says 'So any idea how to help us?'

øùú Shandor says, 'They invented this device, logically they invented a way to reverse it.'

øùú Mihndrid says "Unless of course, the people they turned into stone were intended to never come back."

øùú Shandor says, 'We just have to find instructions, or something, to... anti-stone you people.'

øùú Shandor says, 'Well, obviously. And if that is true, at least we have a nice, and quiet, little Faelnon statue.'

øùú Ariea says, 'We could get a pretty penny for it...'

øùú Mihndrid says "That wasn't funny"

øùú Shandor grins, 'Maybe we could chisel off his nose. I couldn't wait to see his reaction when we reverse him.'

øùú Alril is not amused at all

øùú Mihndrid ignores Shandor's last remark and turns to look at the device.

øùú Ariea looks at the sullen faces, 'Ah come on. It's funny. It isn't as if we haven't seen worse.'

øùú Isondil say's 'Oh yes really funny.'

øùú Shandor says, 'Ariea, could you try and find anything useful? I'm going to continue exploring, maybe they have an answer elsewhere.'

øùú Ariea looks at Isondil and snickers.

øùú Ariea says, 'That might be an improvement...'

øùú Ariea nods to Shandor.

øùú Shandor leaves that room and goes a couple of doors down before taking a look in that one.

øùú Shandor calls from the room, 'Er, lil help here please.'

øùú Ariea stands up, 'What now?'

øùú Mihndrid taps the rectangular end of the device with her flute, but turns hearing Shandor.

øùú Ariea goes out into the main hall and notices the door, ajar, that Shandor must have gone through.

øùú Ariea pushes the door open, Shandor is nowhere, 'Er, Shandor, you here?'

øùú Shandor calls, 'Up here.'

øùú Ariea looks up to the ceiling, to see Shandor standing on it, tapping his foot impatiently. 'What did you do now?' She asks with a half-smile.

øùú Mihndrid considers staying behind to watch Faelnon, but one look at the device sends her scuttling out in the hall and after Ariea

øùú Shandor says, 'Hey! I did nothing, only touched that orb thingy there.' He points to a narrow pedestal. Its top has a small clear orb floating an inch above it.

øùú Ariea goes towards it.

øùú Shandor says, 'Ariea, don't touch that.'

øùú Mihndrid looks from the orb to Shandor, back to the orb again.

øùú Ariea smiles and touches it anyway. Nothing happens for a moment, but then her body is lifted off the ground, 'Whoa. Neat.'

øùú Ariea begins spinning around slightly as she nears the ceiling. She closes her eyes as she gently continues before suddenly she falls to the ceiling. 'Owie.'

øùú Mihndrid raises an eyebrow at the two "Now what?"

øùú Shandor says, 'My words exactly, well, not exactly, in fact, not at all.'

øùú Shandor shrugs at Mihndrid.

øùú Ariea giggles as she looks upwards at the floor, 'Okay, now how do I get down?'

øùú Shandor rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, 'Yeah, you may have noticed, that's the problem.'

øùú Mihndrid says "You should thought of that before you touched it..."

øùú Ariea smiles and copies Shandor's moves, albeit, more pedantically and exaggerated, before saying, 'What about the orb there?' She points to another pedestal on the ceiling with a similar orb.

øùú Shandor goes to say something before stopping and closing his mouth, he looks behind him to the pedestal before looking to Ariea again. He looks rather embarrassed before saying, 'Now don't be silly.'

øùú Ariea looks skyward, or rather, floor ward considering her current status. She passes Shandor and touches the ceiling-orb. After a gentle float back down, she stands on the floor again.

øùú Shandor says, 'This is a pretty nice place.'

øùú Isondil stands up and begins to make his way into the hallway

øùú Shandor does the same as Ariea and gets to the floor, 'All things considered.'

øùú Mihndrid says "Well, that certainly did us a lot of good. We can now stand on the ceiling...yay..."

øùú Shandor says, 'It would make a good party trick.'

øùú Mihndrid smirks "Alright, you make the invitations. I'll go find us a cake."

øùú Shandor smiles.

øùú Shandor says, 'Onwards and upwards. Wow, that phrase actually makes sense now, but I mean the next room.'

øùú Shandor goes out into the hall once more and crosses it this time to the door on the opposite side.

øùú Isondil waits in the hall

øùú Isondil follows Shandor into the next room

<@Shandor> This room has a single dining table in the centre. Along the walls are stands for statues. All of the statues are unique, and they look quite lifelike, not dissimilar to Faelnon.

øùú Shandor says, 'Hey! We have a whole collection of them now.'

øùú Ariea grins and does a mock cackle, 'We'll be rich I tell you, rich!'

øùú Mihndrid follows him into the room, and stops.

øùú Mihndrid says "Umm...doesn't that tell you anything?"

øùú Isondil sighs and looks at his arm before stating 'looks like we're not the only ones'

øùú Shandor shrugs.

øùú Mihndrid says "If they've never been turned back..." She trails off, mumbling, as if the rest were stupid or unimportant.

øùú Shandor says, 'If they've never been turned back, it means someone didn't care enough to turn them back.'

øùú Shandor adds, 'I hope anyway.'

øùú Shandor goes up to one and pokes it, 'Hey, how's life?'

øùú Mihndrid adds lightly, "Or they couldn't."

<@Shandor> In response, the arms lurch forward, punching the smiling Shandor in the jaw.

øùú Shandor yelps in surprise and pain as he goes reeling into the table.

øùú Mihndrid adds a little less lightly, "Or there was no need to..."

øùú Isondil smiles and says 'Serves you right'

<@Shandor> Most of the statues stumble pathetically from their stands, waving their arms about trying to strike anyone in their way.

øùú Mihndrid says "You -said- It's Faelnon's fault, but in this case..."

øùú Shandor groans on top of the table rubbing his jaw.

øùú Isondil turns and runs out of the room

øùú Ariea runs up to Shandor and tries to drag him out of the way of a stone person.

øùú Mihndrid puts her flute to her lips, wondering if hypnotism works on rocks.

øùú Ariea is grabbed from behind, 'Ah! Help! Get off me you... erm, rock... thing?'

øùú Ariea says, 'Shandor, you always, for some reason, claim to be the man of the house, so get up and save me.'

øùú Shandor gets up, and tries to save Ariea.

<@Shandor> The stone figure that has grabbed Ariea swings an arm an strikes Shandor into a wall.

øùú Isondil sees Ariea and Shandor are in trouble and strikes the stone figure that is holding Ariea with his stone arm

øùú Ariea says, 'Hey Shandor, here's an idea try better!'

øùú Mihndrid , seeing this, puts the flute to her lips and blows out a soft, pulsing tune.

<@Shandor> The stone figure clamps around Ariea with a suffocating force.

øùú Isondil continues to strike the stone figure in the head

øùú Mihndrid plays faster, all the while thinking, 'Damn this defective hypnotist's flute.'

øùú Ariea gasps, 'I can't... breathe... and I'm married you weirdo.' She says, trying to draw her sword, even though she can't move her arms much.

øùú Shandor gets to his feet, he taps the stone figure on the shoulder, when it turns around to look, Shandor says, 'That's my wife.' He swings a fist, which connects with the figure's jaw.

øùú Shandor smiles proudly for a minute before the pain of hitting rock strikes him, 'Yow!'

øùú Isondil punches the stone figure strangling Ariea in the back of the head with his stone arm

øùú Ariea says, 'Shandor, thanks for that.'

<@Shandor> The stone figure releases Ariea and turns towards Shandor and Isondil. Another one goes after Mihndrid.

øùú Mihndrid says, while abandoning her playing efforts "Shandor, if I'm not mistaken, you're a mage, so get some water on them and turn them to mud if you can."

øùú Shandor jumps on the table to avoid him.

øùú Shandor looks at Mihndrid, before thinking of a quick incantation.

øùú Mihndrid dances lightly out of the statue's way.

øùú Isondil backs away and say's 'Er about me hitting you... let's be friends?'

øùú Shandor begins chanting, as he tries to think up the words.

<@Shandor> The stone figure picks up Isondil and throws him over the table to the other side of the room and into the wall.

øùú Ariea climbs onto the table and kicks the stone figure bothering Mihndrid in the face.

øùú Isondil groans and mumbles 'Last time I try to save Ariea'

øùú Mihndrid grimaces as Isondil hits the wall, and takes more pains to keep out of reach of the stony creatures, wondering briefly if Faelnon would wake up if they poked him too."

øùú Ariea smacks the figure on the head with her sword.

øùú Shandor finishes the incantation. It throws Shandor backwards into a wall.

øùú Shandor groans, rubbing his head, 'I guess it didn't work.'

øùú Ariea has taken to hacking at the figure's neck. It begins chipping off.

øùú Shandor grabs his sword and goes to help Ariea.

øùú Isondil picks himself up and say's 'Ok maybe not' and smacks the stone figure in the face as hard as he can

øùú Mihndrid lures the rock statues away from Shandor and Ariea as they work on beheading the one that was after her.

øùú Isondil continues to pummel the stone figure

<@Shandor> The neck of the figure Shandor and Ariea are attacking breaks and the head rolls forward, smashing on the ground. The body of the stone figure crumbles forward before it turns to dust.

øùú Shandor runs over to Isondil's figure and begins hacking at its neck.

øùú Mihndrid says "That's the idea!" and spins to avoid a punch from another statue.

øùú Ariea goes to help Mihndrid.

øùú Isondi sees what Shandor is doing and begins punching the figures neck

<@Shandor> The second figure goes down, just leaving Mihndrid's figure. The others seem to have remained in a non-alive form.

øùú Isondil steps back exhausted

øùú Shandor charges up to the next figure, determined to beat them before they beat him again.

øùú Mihndrid , at the risk of breaking her flute, or at least denting it, starts thwacking the statue in the neck with it.

øùú Shandor hacks into the other side of the neck.

øùú Ariea stands on the table kicking at the head, trying to break it off.

<@Shandor> The last figure crumbles to dust.

øùú Shandor sighs, 'That was fun.'

øùú Mihndrid rolls her eyes "Oh yes, a simply wonderful time we had."

øùú Shandor says, 'Just as good as one of Faelnon's tea parties.'

øùú Ariea begins chuckling, 'Oh yeah, I remember the time he tried to throw one...'

øùú Mihndrid says "Speaking of Faelnon, why don't you poke him? He might punch you in the jaw, but at least he'd be awake."

øùú Shandor grins, 'Two houses, up in smoke.'

øùú Shandor says, 'Then we'd have to kill him. Notice the downside?'

øùú Isondil leans against the wall saying ' This has to be the best house I've ever been in'

øùú Ariea grins before saying, 'Not really.'

øùú Mihndrid says "Well he might not, seeing as we know him."

øùú Shandor says, 'He probably blames us for the whole stone thing. Although he knows perfectly well that it was, and always will be, his fault.'

øùú Mihndrid shrugs, saying in a defeated tone, "Then -you- think of something."

øùú Shandor says, 'I say we continue looking for an answer, 'There's only one room we haven't been in yet.'

øùú Isondil say's 'Well should we continue on into the next room?'

øùú Shandor nods.

øùú Shandor leaves and approaches the door, he pauses for a moment.

øùú Ariea follows.

øùú Mihndrid also heads for the door, hoping if they encounter something else, it'll have the ability to hear.

øùú Isondil follows Ariea

øùú Shandor looks at the door, 'Everyone ready?'

øùú Isondil nods

øùú Mihndrid says "Does it make a difference?"

øùú Shandor shrugs.

øùú Shandor shoves the door open.

<@Shandor> The room appears to be a library, the room is circular, very tall and quite dark save for a few windows up near the ceiling, and a hole in the roof. There are a few chunks of rock on the ground.

øùú Shandor rubs his finger along the spines of a row of books, 'This place looks rather abandoned.' He rubs the dust from his finger off.

øùú Isondil follows Shandor inside

øùú Ariea looks about.

øùú Mihndrid blows the dust off of a row of books, fingering them as if they could not be, no matter what, dangerous.

øùú Ariea looks at one bookcase that looks dust-free. 'Hmm, that's odd. It looks as if this one is new, or has been cleaned or moved recently.'

øùú Ariea guesses, 'There's something behind it?'

øùú Mihndrid looks at Ariea, then at the row, walking over.

øùú Shandor goes up to it and starts tearing the books off the shelves hoping for the cliché book-trigger to open up the bookcase.

øùú Mihndrid says "Maybe, trying picking one of the books up."

øùú Mihndrid picks the books up as Shandor removes them and places them carefully back on their shelves.

øùú Shandor discovers that that plan won't work, so tries pulling the bookcase away, 'Little help?'

øùú Mihndrid says, as she fits the last book back into place, "I have a feeling it wouldn't be that easy."

øùú Ariea shoves her sword in between two bookcases and begins using it as a lever.

øùú Isondil says 'ok '

øùú Isondil begins pulling the bookcase away

øùú Shandor reports, 'Nearly there.'

<@Shandor> The bookcase wobbles for a moment before it begins to fall forward.

øùú Shandor dives out of the way.

øùú Mihndrid smacks herself in the forehead saying to herself, "And of course..."

øùú Ariea lets go of her sword as she moves away.

øùú Isondil dives out of the way

<@Shandor> The bookcase crashes to the ground sending a cloud of dust into the room.

øùú Mihndrid lets out a strangled whine as she thinks of the state that must have put the books in, but doesn't attempt to pick them up.

<@Shandor> The bookcase was hiding an archway. Beyond the archway was a small, circular, room. There are six torches lit around the walls, seemingly by some magic. In the centre of the room is a pedestal, on top of which there is a steel case, locked. The archway seems to have some kind of glowing wall, a light red glow.

øùú Shandor looks at the glow for a moment, 'Hmm.'

øùú Shandor picks up a rock and throws it through the wall, it passes through with no interruption and hits off the back wall.

øùú Isondil recoils slightly and waits for Ariea to go in front of him

øùú Shandor steps towards it.

øùú Ariea says, 'Wait a minute.'

øùú Mihndrid says "I wouldn't..."

øùú Shandor stops, 'What's the matter?'

øùú Ariea picks up a book, 'It doesn't affect rocks, but let's just see...' She throws the book at the wall.

<@Shandor> The book hits the wall and ignites with a blinding white light, completely disintegrating it.

øùú Mihndrid nods knowingly, "And there you have it."

øùú Shandor looks at the wall in surprise, 'Okay, I'm not going first.'

øùú Ariea says, 'A rock was never a living creature, but books come from trees...'

øùú Mihndrid smirks "Well you're the mage, can't you get rid of it?"

øùú Shandor turns towards Ariea, 'How'd you come up with that?'

øùú Ariea says, 'I think Faelnon is rubbing off on me.'

øùú Shandor says, 'That is possible in his current state.'

øùú Mihndrid says, "I have a question..."

øùú Isondil say's ' If I were turned completely to stone by that machine could I walk through?'

øùú Shandor turns to Mihndrid, 'Yes?'

øùú Mihndrid says "If we woke Faelnon up, and he didn't attack us, why don't we send him through?"

øùú Ariea turns to Isondil, 'I guess, but then you get all annoying and we have to kill you- er, go right ahead.'

øùú Shandor says, 'If we can wake Faelnon up, it is worth a try.'

øùú Isondil rolls his eyes

øùú Ariea says, 'Maybe that isn't needed.’

øùú Mihndrid says "Why don't you have Isondil touch it first? See if his arm can make it through."

øùú Ariea looks at Isondil's stone arm, 'That won't be affected. As long as he doesn't put his arm too far forward...he can get it'

øùú Isondil says 'Er I suppose it might but.....'

øùú Ariea shoves Isondil playfully forward towards the wall, 'Fetch.'

øùú Shandor looks at Isondil expectantly.

øùú Isondil rolls his eyes and says 'Yes, ok I’ll try

øùú Shandor grins, 'Goody.'

øùú Mihndrid notices something, "Hey..."

øùú Isondil moves towards the archway slowly

øùú Mihndrid says "Wait a minute."

øùú Isondil stops

øùú Shandor turns to Mihndrid, 'Yes?'

øùú Mihndrid turns to Ariea "You said the rock could go through because it was never alive. Isondil's arm may be a rock now, but it was once alive, despite that."

øùú Mihndrid shrugs "Just a thought."

øùú Ariea nods, 'Yes, but remember those stone people, they are completely rock now. Like Isondil's arm is.'

øùú Ariea shrugs, 'At least I think so.'

øùú Isondil says 'I risking my arm for Ariea’s mere thoughts. Great'

øùú Ariea says, 'It makes sense, the one of the Seven who lives here probably used the stone men to fetch the case. Or, y'know, just switched the wall off, but I don't know how.'

øùú Mihndrid says "Well your statement was based on what it once was, not what it is now. Because a book certainly isn't alive, but it couldn't get through because of what it used to be."

øùú Ariea says, 'It is made out of material that was alive. Isondil's arm is just rock. A page is still something that is made up of a living thing.'

øùú Ariea says, 'If you wish, we can chop the arm off and examine if it is rock or not.'

øùú Mihndrid shrugs, "But then again, it'll probably work, everything else I've thought of hasn't been correct so far..."

øùú Shandor says, 'You are starting to sound like Faelnon, Ariea, and that's just scary.'

øùú Isondil say's 'No one is chopping off my arm!'

øùú Ariea says, 'Not true Mihndrid.'

øùú Mihndrid grins, "No? Well, I don't feel like arguing about it. Go on, Isondil, give it a shot."

øùú Ariea says, 'I just believe that this will work,' She pauses before deliberately adding, 'If it doesn't, no big deal.'

øùú Isondil rolls his eyes and says 'I'll remember this. If I'm still alive.'

øùú Ariea says, 'Just fetch the case.'

øùú Mihndrid says, "If you are, then it'll obviously mean it worked."

øùú Isondil stands in front of the arch and reaches into the room slowly

øùú Ariea says, 'Or that he is alive with one less limb.'

øùú Isondil grabs the steel case

øùú Shandor says, 'And he is still alive.'

øùú Mihndrid says "See? Wrong again, if this keeps up I'm going to start to make bets."

øùú Shandor grins.

øùú Shandor says, 'Okay Isondil, give me the case.'

øùú Isondil pulls the case out of the room

øùú Shandor takes the case, 'Alright, good work.'

øùú Ariea looks at Shandor expectantly.

øùú Isondil says 'Thanks.'

øùú Shandor breaks the case open and takes a look inside, 'Lets see, hmm, these might be useful. Ah, what's this?' He lifts up a small book, 'Another journal? I think these dragons love them.' He puts the book back and picks up a piece of paper, 'Hmm, documentation on experiments, turning organic material to stone.' He skim reads it and flips it over, 'Oh, and how to reverse it.'

øùú Isondil stands back and looks at Shandor

øùú Shandor reads down the list of ingredients needed for the reverse potion, 'Okay, I think I've got all of these on the 'train. The potion takes about a day to brew. Some of these other documents could be useful.'

øùú Mihndrid says "Well that's rather convenient, and what's this about dragons...?"

øùú Ariea says, 'I suggest we leave before one of these dragons comes back, you can make the potion on the 'train.'

øùú Shandor says, 'May I explain on the 'train?'

øùú Mihndrid nods "Please do."

øùú Isondil say's 'Who is going to carry Faelnon onto the train?' and looks at Ariea

øùú Shandor leaves the room and motions for them to follow. He calls to Isondil, 'Can you give me a hand getting Faelnon onto the 'train?'

øùú Ariea smiles, 'You, apparently.'

øùú Isondil groans and says 'Coming'

øùú Isondil walks into the room containing Faelnon

øùú Shandor lifts up Faelnon's legs.

øùú Ariea turns to Mihndrid, 'So what do you think of us crazy people?'

øùú Isondil lifts up Faelnon’s arms

øùú Shandor shuffles backwards out of the room and towards the main door.

øùú Mihndrid raises an eyebrow, "Is that a trick question?"

øùú Shandor continues shuffling towards the 'train, he says, 'We should put him in his room.'

øùú Isondil walks after Shandor carrying Faelnon

øùú Isondil nods

øùú Ariea says, 'Well, you haven't run away screaming, so you aren't like a halfling merchant Faelnon, Shandor and I met in Tildruin a few years back.'

øùú Shandor manages to get up onto the 'train, still carrying Faelnon.

øùú Mihndrid smirks "No, I suppose I haven't."

øùú Shandor directs them into Faelnon's cabin and he seats him down on the bed.

øùú Mihndrid winks at Ariea, picks up a random book from the floor and heads outside.

øùú Ariea smiles before follow Mihndrid.

øùú Shandor says, 'Well, then, lets get going.'

øùú Isondil looks at Faelnon and sits down beside him

øùú Shandor heads up to the front and orders the drivers to go when everyone is on board.

øùú Mihndrid hops up into the train, and nods in agreement.

øùú Ariea climbs onto the 'train.

<@Shandor> The 'train immediately takes off.

øùú Shandor finds Mihndrid, 'You wanted an explanation for the dragons?'

øùú Mihndrid nods, putting the book she found absently into her pack, "Yes, if you please."

øùú Shandor says, 'Okay, Ariea, would you mind getting some tea please?' He then goes into Mihndrid's cabin and sits on the foot of Alril's bed.

øùú Isondil stands up and walks off to find the others

øùú Ariea nods, but she doesn't want to miss Shandor's telling of the tale.

øùú Isondil sees Shandor and Mihndrid and walks into there cabin

øùú Shandor begins, 'There was a dragon, herein, the Original. It, or rather, she, lived under Tildruin. She was trying to break out to 'destroy the world'; more like gobble it up, but lets not get technical. We assembled an army to battle it and did so, you may have heard of the destruction at Tildruin?'

øùú Mihndrid drops her bag onto the floor by her bed and listens.

øùú Mihndrid nods "Yes, I did."

øùú Shandor says, 'Well, we did defeat the Original and- oh, thank you Ariea,' He stops while he pours himself a cup of tea and offers the cup and pot to Mihndrid as Ariea sits down on the bed. 'Anyway, all was good for a time, but then we learnt of the Child. A baby dragon that had somehow survived in the Original.'

øùú Isondil sits down on a chair by the window and listens to Shandor

øùú Shandor says, 'A small group of us, myself, Faelnon, Ariea, Thor and the other dwarves, Foilae and a couple of Wise Elves, set up an order to protect it. For we had heard rumours that its blood could grant the power of a god.'

øùú Mihndrid give him a thankful nod as the takes the pot and pours herself a cup.

øùú Shandor says, 'Then, the Child was stolen. We hunted down the thief, but whatever he went to do, he... well, didn't. I can't explain it, I think Esal, he is a friend, can, but he isn't saying.'

øùú Mihndrid nods, taking a sip of tea.

øùú Shandor says, 'We then realised the Child couldn't stay here, so we sent it to another dimension. Only, now it seems to be causing very bad problems. There were Six dragons, or so we thought, dragons that were pure magic, set up to protect the Child. They began causing havoc. The most powerful of these was a Seventh dragon we didn't know about. He can possess people and change shape, the others can take other forms, too.'

øùú Shandor says, 'They are the ones who destroyed Borwin, Viirnial, and attacked A'lure. The order that was set up to protect the Child has been destroyed, except for us.'

øùú Shandor says, 'And they are going to destroy more places, and the Child will be released, and the End will come, and we will die.'

øùú Ariea says, 'Well, that was cheery, wasn't it?'

øùú Isondil says 'Does that make you a target?

øùú Mihndrid nods again, taking another sip of tea, "Oh yes, drearily pleasant."

øùú Ariea says, 'We still believe we can defeat the dragons.'

øùú Mihndrid says "How, exactly..?"

øùú Shandor says, 'I'm not sure. They destroyed the Order, but I don't know for what reason, other than the fact we were looking after the Child...'

øùú Shandor says, 'Well, we beat the Original with brute force, maybe something similar is needed.'

øùú Mihndrid says, "Well then, I doubt I'll be of much help there."

øùú Shandor says, 'The Seven have been taking the roles of leaders of the world. The Seventh leads the Orc people. Have you heard about the new leader of Tildruin, Robert West? He is one of them. Same with the leader of the elves etc.'

øùú Shandor says, 'We can use help no matter what form, perhaps there is another way to end this.'

øùú Mihndrid shrugs, musing with everything he just said.

øùú Shandor says, 'And that's about it.'

øùú Mihndrid nods, "Well, I'll try to help best I can. My, what a wonderful song -this- will make..."

øùú Shandor smiles.

øùú Shandor says, 'Well, if you will excuse me, I'm going to begin work on the potion.'

øùú Isondil nods

øùú Ariea says, 'I think I'll prepare dinner for us all.'

øùú Mihndrid gives them both a nod.

øùú Shandor grins before saying, 'The End must truly be nigh.'

øùú Ariea swipes at Shandor as he ducks out of reach.

øùú Shandor leaves and returns to his cabin

øùú Mihndrid grins and picks up her lute, deciding to make up something new.

øùú Ariea goes to the food cabin.

øùú Isondil grins

øùú Alril goes and places the short sword back in the weapons cabin

øùú Alril shakes his head again, and then goes to his cabin to get some rest

øùú Faelnon , still a stone statue, does nothing.

øùú Alril is still asleep, also does nothing but snore

øùú Isondil heads off to his cabin and falls asleep

<@Shandor> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III - Erm. Still no witty comment, but look over there a cookie! >>>>>>>>>>>>



'The Best of the Rest'



øùú Shandor desperately tries to think of a spell that will put it out. 'Er... rain, rain, come today, come and wash the flames away.'

03/05/31 19:13:17 oh my god!

03/05/31 19:13:27 now thats a rhyme...



03/05/31 19:20:25 <+Mihndrid> squish is a fun word XD

03/05/31 19:21:07 definitely

03/05/31 19:21:29 <@Shandor> Squelch can be fun too

03/05/31 19:22:04 <+Mihndrid> Both very nice ^.^

03/05/31 19:22:30 øùú Akedoo hates fight scenes

03/05/31 19:22:51 <@Shandor> But you have a huge club now! :D

03/05/31 19:23:30 <+Mihndrid> Yeah, go do some squishifying!



øùú Shandor says, 'There were a lot of them, with halberds,'

øùú Ariea adds, 'And flame arrows,'

øùú Faelnon continues, 'And axes,'

øùú Shandor says, 'And there were a lot of them. Plenty, many.'



øùú Shandor says, 'Faelnon, I know you have a whacky imagination, but even you couldn't have made that up, thus it must be true.'

øùú Ariea says, 'You've got to love that logic.'

øùú Arathus says "So true"



øùú Arathus says "Hm...she wasn't polite when I jumped aboard"

øùú Shandor says, 'Yes, but you are taller than her.'



03/05/31 19:39:57 <@Shandor> Btw, the only reason Sandilor doesn't like Ariea is because Isondil is secretly in love with her, and I killed Isondil's wife with a dragon.

03/05/31 19:40:00 <+Mihndrid> okay! :D

03/05/31 19:40:24 <+Sandilor> yup is such a big secret not even Isondil knows about it

03/05/31 19:40:52 <@Shandor> (Remember kiddies, Denile isn't just a river in Egypt)

03/05/31 19:41:04 <+Mihndrid> Aye o.o

03/05/31 19:41:04 <+Sandilor> :)

03/05/31 19:41:39 <+Sandilor> Aril loves Ariea

03/05/31 19:41:46 <+Alril> no

03/05/31 19:42:09 <@Shandor> At least Saam isn't here to hit on anything female. ;P

03/05/31 19:42:15 <+Sandilor> lol

03/05/31 19:42:24 <+Sandilor> poor Rue

03/05/31 19:43:09 <@Shandor> And Ariea, he was about to begin two sessions ago

03/05/31 19:43:17 <@Shandor> What happens when he runs out of women though?

03/05/31 19:43:34 <+Mihndrid> he goes for the gnome? XD

03/05/31 19:43:50 <@Shandor> Or your fishing rod O_o.

03/05/31 19:44:02 <+Mihndrid> o.o He wouldn't DARE



øùú Shandor finds Ariea, 'Well, wasn't that a nice way to start the day?'

øùú Ariea says, 'What do you mean day? It must have been in the middle of the night when they first attacked.'

øùú Ariea asks, 'And what, exactly, did we gain from it? A lot of burnt wood and pain.'

øùú Shandor grins, 'Ah, not true, we also won the ability to boast that we picked the right direction and the others didn't.'



<@Shandor> OOC Okay, are you folks and folkettes ready for a good ol' fashioned timewarp?

<+Arathus> OOC Right on

<+Mihndrid> OOC You're technically the game master, foo o.o

<+Isondil> oocok

<@Cyria> ooc rock on

<+Alril> OOC im ready too

<+Isondil> ooc no song?

<@Shandor> OOC Okay, well, we'll go now, with the new and improved Timewarp song

<@Shandor> OOC Na na na na na na na Timewarp!

<+Mihndrid> OOC I'm scared x.x

<@Shandor> OOC Join in every body!

<+Isondil> ooc na na na

<@Faelnon> OOC Na na na na na na na Timewarp!

<@Ariea> OOC Na na na na na na na Timewarp!

<+Mihndrid> OOC Hell no! >.o *hides in the wardrobe*

<+Alril> OOC WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAH NA NA NA NA

<@Cyria> ooc we should get Power Rangers time warp in on the action of the time warp

<+Arathus> OOC na na na na na na na

<+Arathus> OOC Lmao

<@Cyria> ooc or is it time force

<@Shandor> OOC Silence yo foo!

<+Mihndrid> OOC I just saw power rangers this morning, and oh my god that show sucks.

<+Isondil> ooc Warptime na na



03/05/31 20:11:44 <+Mihndrid> Are we warpifying ever? Because if we have to sing that song again...

03/05/31 20:11:57 <@Shandor> We timewarp at least once per session

03/05/31 20:12:01 <@Shandor> the song used to be:

03/05/31 20:12:07 <@Shandor> Lets do the timewarp again!

03/05/31 20:12:12 <@Shandor> But now it is the one you saw.

03/05/31 20:12:17 <@Shandor> And ran, terrified, from.

03/05/31 20:12:19 <+Mihndrid> ...I'm scared.

03/05/31 20:12:48 <@Shandor> LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETSSS DOOOOOOOOOOO TTHEEE TIMEEEEE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP AAAAAAAAAAAAAGAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNN!

03/05/31 20:13:03 øùú Mihndrid runs screaming from the room.



øùú Shandor says, 'Okay. But in case this all goes horribly, horribly wrong, it is all your fault, okay?'

øùú Faelnon rolls his eyes, 'Fine.'

øùú Shandor smirks, 'Say it.'

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'It is all my fault.'

øùú Shandor grins, 'Aw, Faelnon, don't be so hard on yourself.'



øùú Cyria keeps her distance from the device and the stoned people

<+Mihndrid> OOC The stoned people XD



øùú Ariea giggles as she looks upwards at the floor, 'Okay, now how do I get down?'

øùú Shandor rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, 'Yeah, you may have noticed, that's the problem.'

øùú Mihndrid says "You should thought of that before you touched it..."

øùú Ariea smiles and copies Shandor's moves, albeit, more pedantically and exaggerated, before saying, 'What about the orb there?' She points to another pedestal on the ceiling with a similar orb.

øùú Shandor goes to say something before stopping and closing his mouth, he looks behind him to the pedestal before looking to Ariea again. He looks rather embarrassed before saying, 'Now don't be silly.'

03/05/31 20:49:09 <+Cyria> shandor was OWNED :P

03/05/31 20:49:19 øùú Shandor grins

03/05/31 20:49:36 <+Mihndrid> ^.^

03/05/31 20:49:47 <@Shandor> Ariea pwn3d Shandor,.



øùú Shandor goes up to one and pokes it, 'Hey, how's life?'

<@Shandor> In response, the arms lurch forward, punching the smiling Shandor in the jaw.

I’m sorry, but if you picture a cocky looking Shandor being smacked in the jaw with a huge stone arm… that just cracks me up.



øùú Shandor says, 'He probably blames us for the whole stone thing. Although he knows perfectly well that it was, and always will be, his fault.'



<+Mihndrid> OOC And it just occured to me I am surrounded by elves XD

<@Shandor> OOC )

<+Mihndrid> OOC *suddenly feels very short*

<@Shandor> OOC Now to reveal elves as the true murders and hunters. Get the Gnome! Munchy munch!

<+Mihndrid> OOC *weilds her fishing pole and points it at you* BACK FIEND