Session XIX - Twisted Magic

Organiser's Comment

Fun session. We were attacked by quills, and I crippled Foilae.

Fun. Oh, and our favourite gnome (the non-garden varity), Mihndrid, has composed a new Timewarp song, we don't know the tune because she refuses to sing it ;). Here it is:

Let’s! Let’s do!
Let’s do the timewarp AAAGAAAIIIINNNN! *grooves*
When you need, to hurry things along
Oh just, just sing your favorite song
And send, the gnome screaming from the room
And watch, yes watch the time go zoom!
-
Let’s! Let’s do the timewarp again!
Whether it’s Sqiggly’s insanity
Or Dr. CBVI’s
Where the timewarp takes us
Is always a surprise!
Good or bad or fast or slow
To the future we shall go
-
Let’s do the timewarp again!
Because there’s no use in waiting
And sitting there debating
When, as quick as a flash
You’re forwards an hour or two, at last!
-
Yes, oh yes
Let’s do the timewarp again!
To wherever we digress
And what’s in the best of the rest
There is always one verse, yes!
One song you’ll see
In which most shriek in horror
And others simply flee
Yes! Oh yes, the timewarp is the best!
YAY!
...the end o.o

Plot Summary

The group have paused, Foilae and Faelnon have been researching in Faelnon's cabin for several hours now and are just degrading to petty bickering. Foilae later suggests a place to investigate, a hide-out for the gnomes from the fort. Foilae suggests that he stay on the 'train, Faelnon agrees vehemently. The group, minus Foilae, find the entrance to this place and go down to investigate. While there, they are attacked by a mass of floating quills and a biting rug. Not to mention a giant axe.

However, in between these vicious attacks from normally inanimate objects, they do find some useful texts. The group return to the 'train, weary and battered, only, when they reach Foilae, they find he has company.

Richard is holding Foilae in the air, the group are unsure of what to do as Richard talks about the loss of his 'one love' - Sarah, and how the group made him kill her. Foilae insults Richard's logic, only to have a fist smash into his lower back. Foilae emits a blood-curdling scream as he collapses to the ground, Richard disappearing.

Faelnon announces a short time later that Foilae has been crippled from the waist down.

Full Log (See Below for 'The Best of the Rest')

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III ~ 'Twisted Logic' >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<@Narrator> The sky is dark this morning. A heavy cloud cover has swept across the sky, dispelling any hopes that the worst weather had finished. It is dawn, and the sun casts a red haze across the clouds and surrounding landscape.

<@Narrator> The 'train has been travelling undisturbed. Foilae and Faelnon have taken to researching the books they removed from the Gnome library. ['Mists']

øùú Faelnon is sitting at a desk, hunched over one book while scribbling notes on a piece of parchment.

øùú Mihndrid restlessly trots around the train, randomly playing notes into her flute.

øùú Foilae is pacing in the same room, reading one book while comparing it with a similar book.

øùú Santhorpe is having trouble making any sense at all of the two Gnome books

øùú Isondil lies on his bed staring up at the ceiling and thinking to himself

øùú Nili coughs, standard Dwarven greeting as the train nears him.

øùú Dytalorien nods off whilst leaning against a wall.

øùú Calaryn is walking around

øùú Faelnon mutters, 'Would you mind sitting down? That constant pacing is getting annoying.'

øùú Nili says, ‘Ho there! What is this contraption and who on earth is being dragged along on it?’

<@Narrator> The 'train slowly comes to a halt, the drivers curious of the dwarf

øùú Foilae would make a rude gesture to Faelnon's back, but it would just disrupt his two books.

øùú Santhorpe runs up to the train, panting "wait for me, wait for me, I hear great things of this train, please, allow me to join thee! I am Santhorpe the human, obliged to meet you all"

øùú Calaryn walks up to a window and looks out

øùú Nili cough, 'Curious of a Dwarf? Have ye no seen an elderly Dwarf before?'

øùú Mihndrid stops pacing as the train halts, and quizzically starts up towards the drivers.

øùú Dytalorien is awakened by the abrupt stop.

øùú Foilae makes a excessive deal of out finding a seat, he marches over there, making sure his shoes can be as loud as possible. The two of them have been in the same room working all night and most of the preceding day, and it might be possible to notice some aggravation.

øùú Faelnon grits his teeth, but ignores it, choosing to focus on a passage in his book when it suddenly goes dark. He looks up to notice Foilae has taken his lamp. He glares at him.

øùú Mihndrid , seeing the dwarf, heads for a door and hops outside, intent on greeting the newcomer.

øùú Foilae glares back, 'What? If I were pacing, I could use the dawn light to read...'

øùú Dytalorien mumbles and begins to nod off once more.

øùú Nili peers out from behind his ornate facial hair, "And where might you folks be headed in such a hurry?"

øùú Cyria looks over from her window wondering who was stomping

øùú Santhorpe is wondering what is going on with the Dwarf, for most seem curious about him.

øùú Faelnon grumbles under his breath as he goes to find a second lamp. He gives that up when he can't find a second one a storms out of the room, needing some fresh air.

øùú Mihndrid walks around the train and up to the front, waving at Nili and Santhorpe

øùú Isondil gets up and moves out of his cabin to see why the train stopped

øùú Mihndrid says, "Hey there! From where do you hail?"

øùú Faelnon yawns, stretches slightly, then notices the two new comers.

øùú Santhorpe waves back, glad of some friendly recognition, for from the hullabaloo he could hear coming from the inside, he was unsure about this train

øùú Faelnon says, 'Greetings,'

øùú Mihndrid looks behind her at Faelnon as he greets the two.

øùú Calaryn looks at the strangers

øùú Santhorpe curtseys and bows, respectively, and announces "I am Santhorpe the Human. I come to board the train, join your party, explore the land and hopefully have a good time"

øùú Faelnon says, 'I'm Faelnon the elf. If you aren't an evil human-dragon, welcome, again welcome, we don't do much exploring and good times are far and few between.'

øùú Calaryn looks at Santhorpe with big eyes

øùú Mihndrid nods pleasantly to Santhorpe, "Pleasure to meet you, Santhorpe. I'm Mihndrid Finnembrali, Bard." She nods to Faelnon after he reels off his name.

øùú Nili bows low. "Well, well, no dragons here. One of my greatest phobias you know, so I'm rather glad of that."

øùú Santhorpe turns to Faelnon and affirms that he is not evil, and assures him that compared to his life, times on the train cannot be too terrible

øùú Santhorpe turns back and looks at Calaryn

øùú Isondil hears voices and moves to were he sees most of the group and two newcomers

øùú Faelnon nods to Nili, 'Nice to know. Faelnon Trovo'kren,' he introduces himself again, with the minor addition of his last name.

øùú Santhorpe cannot remember his last name, for his family were so terrible

øùú Foilae continues researching, periodically mimicking, pedantically, Faelnon's words and actions.

øùú Calaryn walks to her cabin

øùú Santhorpe follows Calaryn...you have nice eyes, if I may say so

øùú Cyria is overtaken by curiosity and decides to exit her cabin and see who everyone is talking to

øùú Isondil nods to Nili and says 'Hello my name is Isondil and yours would be?'

øùú Nili exclaims, "Well peace to you all, as you travel who-knows where. I have no clue where you are going, but I dod suspect our paths will cross again some time soon.

øùú Faelnon mutters under his breath, 'Hopefully you won't be dead.'

øùú Santhorpe offers his hand to Nili, for it is a human custom

øùú Mihndrid elbows Faelnon.

øùú Nili bows. ‘Nili Thranduul of far Borwin am I. And I am not quite dead so far.’

øùú Faelnon looks at Mihndrid innocently.

øùú Nili My thanks sir, but I already have two of my own.

øùú Mihndrid mutters, "We've got guests, try not to be negative for at least an hour."

øùú Faelnon mumbles, 'I'll try not to be if they outlive an hour.'

øùú Nili disappears over the next hill before you can recite the ancient Dwarven rite of Ash'ka'gnaare.

øùú Mihndrid rolls her eyes and starts back for the train.

øùú Faelnon turns to Santhorpe, 'Well, if you are staying human and aren't dead, you can have a cabin, Mihndrid, please show him one.'

øùú Mihndrid nods, halfway back, and motions for Santhorpe to follow

øùú Santhorpe has decided to join the train

øùú Isondil yawns and gets back onto the train and heads towards his cabin

øùú Santhorpe is waiting patiently in the train for a cabin, noticing how nice they are

øùú Mihndrid shows Santhorpe to the cabin Milly and her brother had stayed in before they died and motions him inside, smiling pleasantly.

øùú Faelnon moves back down the 'train and enters his cabin again. He rummages about in his desk (he is *delighted* to note Foilae as moved some of the things around) before he goes back outside, with a few objects stuffed in his pocket.

øùú Santhorpe smiles, "at least I have a double bed"

øùú Mihndrid smiles wryly and exits the room, simply detesting being anywhere near it.

øùú Isondil reaches his cabin and resumes lying on the bed

øùú Dytalorien curses when he falls to the side as the train accelerates forward, once more.

øùú Faelnon wonders if he should just holler or let the group come to him.

øùú Santhorpe takes off his coat, throws it on the bed, and walks off in search of people

øùú Faelnon taps his feet impatiently, thinking that hollering idea might be useful.

øùú Calaryn takes an apple and starts thinking of her childhood days with Mihwen

øùú Mihndrid wanders over to Faelnon's cabin.

øùú Foilae pauses in his research.

øùú Cyria takes Faelnon's hint and goes over to him

øùú Isondil get's up and thinks it would be a good idea to see what Faelnon is doing

øùú Dytalorien drags his weary body ever so slowly towards Faelnon.

øùú Calaryn sees people walking down the train and follows

øùú Santhorpe decides to join Faelnon, in dear of the bunny

øùú Isondil reaches Faelnon's cabin waits

øùú Faelnon watches Isondil, too, amused.

øùú Mihndrid shuffles over towards Faelnon, looking bored and tired

øùú Cyria wonders why everyone is going to Faelnon's cabin

øùú Santhorpe wonders what everyone is doing at the cabin

øùú Calaryn walks to Faelnon's cabin and asks 'what’s this all about?'

øùú Dytalorien scratches his head.

øùú Faelnon swears to all of the gods before grabbing Calaryn, dragging her out of his cabin and throwing her off the 'train.

øùú Dytalorien coughs uncomfortably.

øùú Santhorpe runs after Calaryn, picks her up

øùú Faelnon says, 'Well, you may be wondering what we'll be doing today...'

øùú Santhorpe carries her to the train and sets a mutant rabbit on Faelnon

øùú Faelnon says, 'Well, we won't be doing... anything really. Although, eating and breathing would probably be recommended with drinking. We haven't found anything of use as of yet.'

øùú Santhorpe is now standing, wondering what we are doing today, except mad raged bunnies, throwing people off trains, and knocking on the doors of empty cabins

øùú Foilae calls from inside Faelnon's cabin, 'Oh yes, I found some info a few minutes ago...'

øùú Faelnon calls back, 'Why didn't you mention it?'

øùú Foilae smiles, 'I thought you would have shouted at me for moving.'

øùú Santhorpe thinks it's because he couldn't find Faelnon

øùú Foilae stands up and goes outside, 'Anyway, I have a request, well, more an order, there is a place that is worthy of investigation.'

øùú Isondil grins at Foilae's comment

øùú Foilae says, 'The place you'll be going to investigate is an old gnome dwelling, well, more of a small cave, a hiding place for the gnomes, heavily trapped, they kept some more info there.'

øùú Santhorpe listens intently; his first adventure with the new group!

øùú Faelnon asks, '"You'll be"?'

øùú Foilae says, 'Yes, well, I think it is best if I stay here, update some of my magic for the coming battles.'

øùú Dytalorien grins, "Another fun day filled with happy activities..."

øùú Santhorpe is concerned -- there's no bunnies in league with gnomes, are there?

øùú Faelnon replies coldly, 'Not voicing objections.'

øùú Isondil grins at Dytalorien and says 'Goody'

øùú Foilae looks away and mutters, 'Yeah...' as he walks away, towards his cabin. He, seemingly as an after thought, gives Faelnon the band that prevents the new-dead from become spectres.

øùú Faelnon takes the chain and dumps it into his pocket, 'Well, we have our "mission", go get ready.'

øùú Mihndrid groans and shuffles back towards the train

øùú Dytalorien grins and strolls towards his own cabin.

øùú Foilae reaches his cabin and goes inside, he slumps down at his desk and wonders what he will actually do.

øùú Isondil rolls his eyes and moves towards his cabin

øùú Faelnon goes inside his cabin to get his staff.

øùú Santhorpe walks off to his cabin, to investigate and admire his new abode

øùú Dytalorien enters his cabin, gathers the necessities, before exiting to rejoin the group.

øùú Mihndrid snatches her pack from her bed and walks back outside.

øùú Isondil enters his cabin and gets his cloak and bow and quiver before leaving his cabin to rejoin the group

øùú Santhorpe hears everyone outside, gathers up all his modest belongings, which consist of an old, battered coat, and gets up to see what's going on

øùú Faelnon looks on his desk and notes a page with instructions on how to get into the gnome cave.

øùú Dytalorien withdraws his silver flute and twirls it within his hands to pass the time, as he waits.

øùú Faelnon leaves and goes to wait at the front of the 'train.

øùú Santhorpe admires Dytalorien's flute

øùú Calaryn gathers what she needs and walks out

øùú Isondil removes his bow from his shoulder and begins to polish it absentmindedly

øùú Faelnon waits for everyone to assemble where he is

øùú Santhorpe is pondering whether or not Dytalorien's flute sounds as good as it looks

øùú Cyria assembles near Faelnon

øùú Calaryn checks out the "gang"

øùú Mihndrid taps her foot, waiting for the others to get to the front of the train.

øùú Santhorpe , noticing that Faelnon seems to be the only sensible one in the group, walks to the front of the train and awaits his words

øùú Faelnon points in a seemingly random direction, 'This way please.'

øùú Dytalorien continues to twirls his flute as he follows Faelnon.

øùú Isondil moves towards the front of the train, now finished polishing his bow replaces it over his shoulder

øùú Mihndrid raises and eyebrow, but shoulders her pack and starts off in the pointed course.

øùú Santhorpe follows the leader, moving to the back of the group which is assembling

<@Narrator> The group continue walking for about ten minutes before Faelnon stops them.

øùú Faelnon looks about the trees before he spots a small mound, 'This is it.' He takes out the scroll Foilae left him, 'Okie-doke, rondevl-mailaveio.'

øùú Isondil looks around quietly before fixing his gaze on Faelnon

<@Narrator> The mound gives a loud groan before folding inwards, revealing a tiny stairwell down.

øùú Calaryn laughs at Faelnon

øùú Mihndrid looks down at the stairwell, and starts for it, clearly it being meant for someone of her height

øùú Santhorpe wonders what this sudden appearance is

øùú Faelnon gladly lets Mihndrid go first

øùú Mihndrid pauses, looking behind her, "Er, Faelnon, didn't you say there were traps in this place?"

øùú Isondil looks down the tiny stairwell

øùú Faelnon says, 'Yes, well, if you set any off let us know.'

øùú Santhorpe decides to show bravery to impress the group, and makes a bold start for the 'case

øùú Cyria smiles at Mihndrid and says, "Want to go in first?"

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "I love you too, Faely." and starts down the stairs once more.

øùú Dytalorien states, "Or just shriek 'fore dying, that'll be enough."

øùú Faelnon smiles at Mihndrid, half tempted to kick her down.

øùú Faelnon follows Mihndrid trying not to break his back

øùú Mihndrid reaches the bottom, and calls up, "There isn't any light down here."

øùú Calaryn follows the group

øùú Santhorpe follows Faelnon, walking boldly and with a determined expression on his face, but inside he is all awry

øùú Faelnon says, 'I don't suppose anyone has a torch?

øùú Dytalorien grabs a lit torch and tosses it down, "Don't catch it on the wrong end, now."

øùú Mihndrid snatches the torch from the air and holds it out in front of her.

øùú Isondil follows the group ducking his head down as not to bang it against the roof

<@Narrator> The staircase ends and leads into a very tiny tunnel, the taller members of the group look just about able to crawl through it. Even the gnomes seem to have to crouch over slightly.

øùú Calaryn sighs 'This is wonderful' and looks at her nice pants

øùú Faelnon looks at the tunnel, 'Oh fun. Mihndrid, if I ever meet any of your brethren, don't be offended if I punch them.'

øùú Santhorpe is a smaller human, but still taller than a halfling, nonetheless, he is not daunted by the size of the path ahead

øùú Mihndrid rolls her eyes, "Oh yes, I'm sure they -especially- designed a gnome hideout to fit an elf."

øùú Faelnon says, 'Well, they should've thought of that.'

øùú Santhorpe turns to Faelnon and snarls "leave her alone, Faelnon. we're all in this together, ok?"

øùú Dytalorien grins, "They should've been more welcoming towards trespassers."

øùú Mihndrid says soothingly, "It's alright, Santhorpe, I know he's only in jest."

øùú Mihndrid continues along the tunnel, having said this

øùú Isondil groans and decides to get on his knees and crawl rather than crouch down uncomfortably

øùú Santhorpe says, "Good, good. I apologize for my temperamental human emotions. Annoying things, they are.”

øùú Faelnon looks at Santhorpe, 'Well, technically, you aren't quite invested, and I've met several gnomes and only punched one. And he ran into my fist. Funny guy, name was Nomyn.'

øùú Faelnon follows Mihndrid, feeling his back groan in pain.

øùú Mihndrid seems to have very little trouble, being shorter then the average gnome, as she steps lightly through the tunnel, eyes wary of anything unusual.

<@Narrator> The tunnel ends in a larger area. There is about a metre fall onto the dusty ground, then seemingly naturally formed (although, no doubt magically formed) curved stairs running along the wall upwards to a platform of stone. Underneath the stairs are a few chests.

<@Narrator> On the platform there are many desks, a few bookcases and a few more chests, even the remains of a tattered rug can be made out. The whole area is illuminated by an unknown light source.

øùú Faelnon waits for Mihndrid to act.

øùú Mihndrid pauses at the end of the tunnel, scanning the room.

øùú Mihndrid remembers everyone is bunched up behind her and leaps to the ground, clutching the torch tightly in her right hand.

øùú Faelnon half-leaps, half-tumbles, and a third half-just plain falls onto the ground.

øùú Mihndrid doesn't even notice Faelnon crashing to the ground behind her, rather engaged in examining the room from the end of the little drop-off.

øùú Santhorpe tumbles out after Faelnon and lands right on top of him

øùú Faelnon quickly gets to his feet, dusting himself off, pretending nothing happened.

øùú Dytalorien smoothly lands on the ground, following the rest.

øùú Cyria jumps out of the small passage and lands much more gracefully than Faelnon and Santhorpe

øùú Mihndrid says almost inaudibly, "How odd."

øùú Faelnon says, 'What's odd?'

øùú Calaryn just down and barley stays on her legs as she lands

øùú Mihndrid looks behind her at Faelnon, still holding the torch out in front of her. She waves her other hand, gesturing around the room.

øùú Isondil jumps down after Cyria and avoids falling over

øùú Santhorpe gets up, brushes down his coat (although it was shabby anyway), checks himself over, and also asks, inquisitively, "yes, what is odd?"

øùú Faelnon 's eyebrows raise in an unspoken: "Well duh."

øùú Mihndrid smirks, "Not that."

øùú Faelnon says, 'Do tell, you are the gnome expert.'

øùú Dytalorien looks about his surroundings.

øùú Mihndrid gives him a jaunty half-grin and steps back. Holding the torch well away from the elf, she gives him a small shove towards the more filled section of the room, urging him to inspect it.

øùú Isondil looks at Mihndrid wondering what she finds odd

øùú Faelnon moves to the left staircase. He steps onto the first step, and turns around, 'Remember, watch out for tra-' His sentence is cut short as he stops moving entirely, like a statue, he tumbles forward, although, his eyes dart about, rather shocked and confused.

øùú Dytalorien blinks.

øùú Cyria says, "Well, that is rather interesting"

øùú Mihndrid looks like she is choking back a surge of laughter, "See? Not just odd, but complex. We'll never see these things coming."

øùú Mihndrid continues, "Gnomes don't take things lightly, no matter what it is."

øùú Dytalorien mumbles, "Great..."

øùú Mihndrid looks behind her towards the others, knowing very well she alone can't get Faelnon up.

<@Narrator> That trap seemed to serve as a warning mechanism, as several other clicks and whirs can be heard - the other traps priming.

øùú Dytalorien pokes Faelnon repeatedly for no reason.

øùú Faelnon regains his ability to move in a few seconds, 'Well, *that* was delightful.'

øùú Faelnon looks at Dytalorien and is very tempted to hit him.

øùú Cyria asks, "Do we have anything we can use to set off the traps, or are Gnome traps more complex than that?

øùú Dytalorien grins and chuckles, "Just too tempting."

øùú Mihndrid shrugs, "I'm not an expert in traps, I only know what I've read."

øùú Cyria smiles

øùú Santhorpe is standing, shaking; perhaps this won't be as fun as he first envisaged

øùú Calaryn looks at Santhorpe

øùú Faelnon gets to his feet and dusts himself off *again*.

øùú Dytalorien grins, "Who wants to go first?"

øùú Santhorpe sees Calaryn looking at him, and says, in a determined voice: "I'm ok, honest"

øùú Mihndrid looks towards Dytalorien, her expression anything but amused.

øùú Faelnon looks at the steps.

øùú Faelnon shuffles over to the base of them.

øùú Faelnon taps it with the end of his staff.

øùú Faelnon waits a few seconds before placing a foot on it, nothing happens.

øùú Mihndrid waits where she first was after pushing Faelnon, very unwilling to move forwards, despite having the torch.

øùú Faelnon stands on the step, still nothing. He repeats the process and gets five steps up in a minute.

øùú Faelnon reaches the top where still nothing has happened.

øùú Dytalorien watches the proceedings, intently.

øùú Faelnon only stands on the stone floor and moves about the top room, slowly becoming more confident.

øùú Mihndrid grimaces, and moves forwards to proceed after Faelnon.

øùú Santhorpe decides it is safe, and, overcoming his fear, moves to follow Mihndrid

øùú Mihndrid walks warily up the stairs, holding the torch out in front of her.

øùú Santhorpe calls to Mihndrid "could you hold your other hand behind you, so I may steady myself

øùú Faelnon says, 'You should get yourself a staff.'

øùú Mihndrid smirks, thinking it'd be funny to see a gnome steadying a human, but offers her hand anyway when she reaches the top.

øùú Santhorpe says "yes, well, it's a little late now"

øùú Faelnon goes moves around so he is on the opposite side of the others. He comes to a desk and puts his ear to it, not hearing any whirring, or clicking, he slides open a desk. It's empty.

øùú Santhorpe says to Mihndrid "In times of trouble we must unite; I thank you for helping me so, and apologize for my frailness"

øùú Mihndrid nods pleasantly, eyeing one of the desks curiously.

øùú Cyria looks over at Dytalorien and asks, "So do you just want to stay down here and wait for them to do whatever they are going to do?

øùú Dytalorien replies and shrugs, "Let's follow."

øùú Dytalorien grins, "At a safe distance of course."

øùú Mihndrid helps Santhorpe reach the top, and lets go of his hand to explore the room.

øùú Santhorpe says to Mihndrid "I think I have persuaded myself it is safe. I now no longer need your support."

øùú Calaryn smiles at Dytalorien 'Be my guest'

øùú Dytalorien chuckles and moves forward towards the rest of the group.

øùú Mihndrid approaches one of the desks and eyes it critically before sliding one of the drawers open.

øùú Santhorpe walks and explores the room, wondering what it was used for

øùú Faelnon pokes through the other empty drawers of his desk

øùú Mihndrid peers in, and in contrast to Faelnon's empty find, she sees a large quantity of quill pens.

øùú Mihndrid 's gnomish curiosity overrides her sense and she removes one from the drawer to look it over.

øùú Calaryn follows Dytalorien's steps

øùú Cyria follows behind Dytalorien

øùú Faelnon gives up on that desk and wonders where next.

øùú Santhorpe sees what Mihndrid has found, and rushes over to see "Any idea what it could be doing here?"

øùú Mihndrid gapes in amazement as the quill pen floats lightly from her hand, but the gape changes from surprise to horror as it slashes at her finger, letting a few drops of blood fall to floor.

øùú Faelnon looks about the room wondering what to poke through next when he spots Mihndrid being attacked by... quills?

øùú Mihndrid shrieks as the other quills suddenly rise from the desk like a flock of maddened birds and mercilessly pelt her with their pointy ends.

øùú Faelnon runs over and begins swatting at them

øùú Santhorpe tries to drive the quills away and set them on him in a bid to defend Mihndrid

øùú Faelnon is just attacked by a handful of them for his efforts

øùú Dytalorien blinks as he witnesses what happens and runs forward.

øùú Mihndrid tries to swipe them away, but each swipe is caught by a few maniacal quills

øùú Faelnon 's eye is nearly poked out by one, he catches it and tries to stab another one with it

øùú Santhorpe has his coat further wrecked by the mutant quills, but appears indifferent

øùú Faelnon pins one down to the ground by catching it with his staff then stamping it to pieces.

øùú Faelnon says, 'I think I've found a way to-' the rest of his sentence is a cry of surprise as a quill stabs his bottom lip.

øùú Dytalorien withdraws his saber and tries to hack at the quills but misses repeatedly.

øùú Mihndrid continues to swat at the quills, but only succeeds in battering her hands more then the rest of her body.

øùú Santhorpe takes off his now ragged coat and swipes it around him like some hugely deformed fly swat; however the action has little effect

øùú Faelnon takes the drawer out and swings at a few of them, the drawer handle snaps and it falls over the stairs and breaks into pieces against the wall. The quills instantly fall to the ground, lifeless.

øùú Faelnon smiles proudly, 'There, I showed them who's boss.'

øùú Mihndrid gives Faelnon a look which suggests he'll find a gnome with a dagger over him tonight.

øùú Santhorpe realises that the quills, whatever they are, appear to be mortal

øùú Dytalorien rolls his eyes.

øùú Mihndrid says in a choked voice, "We have to leave. This isn't worth it." As she tries to shake some of the blood from her hands.

øùú Faelnon says, 'I think it is of importance, at least those quills weren't swords.'

øùú Santhorpe walks over to Mihndrid and offers her his now-defunct coat as a bandage

øùú Faelnon quickly stops speaking, realise the fact he just said that meant there'll be a drawer full of daggers.

øùú Dytalorien looks at Mihndrid's bloody state, "Close enough..."

øùú Mihndrid gives him a thankful nod and starts tearing it into strips.

øùú Faelnon looks at Mihndrid, 'I'll see what I can do,' he searches in his pockets for a moment before coming up with a vial of clear liquid, 'Here, drink this, it'll stop any blood loss.'

øùú Mihndrid passes them around to the ground before starting to wrap some around her own hands, legs, arms, etc.

øùú Isondil steps on the rug, it growls and giant teeth appear on all sides, the rug jumps at his feet biting and tearing

øùú Mihndrid pauses to take the bottle, but stops in shock horror as Isondil steps on the rug.

øùú Faelnon looks at Isondil.

øùú Dytalorien mumbles as he sees the rug, "You must be kidding..." and moves forward to help.

øùú Faelnon hits the rug with his staff to have the very top of it be bitten off and disappear the gods know where.

øùú Isondil howls in pain and tries to get away from the rug

øùú Mihndrid shrieks once again, this all being a bit too much and rush forwards to shove Isondil off the rug.

<@Narrator> The rug snaps at Mihndrid.

øùú Santhorpe wishes he had his coat to attack the rug with, although on second thoughts, perhaps that wouldn't be much good

øùú Faelnon tries to pull the rug away and ends up with bloody hands as a thank you.

øùú Mihndrid recoils, staring at it wide-eyed

øùú Mihndrid draws out her flute and starts playing, intending to freeze it.

<@Narrator> The rug half releases Isondil while trying to get at Mihndrid.

øùú Isondil manages to get away from the rug and looks down at his legs which have several deep gashes

<@Narrator> The rug, no longer have Isondil to chew on, leaps at Mihndrid.

øùú Mihndrid watches the beginnings of some frost that start to creep up the sides of the rug, but the spell is almost useless as she backs away from the thrashing floor ornament.

øùú Faelnon swings his staff and catches the rug in the centre with the tip of it before it can get to Mihndrid.

øùú Faelnon removes his staff to find a chunk of it missing.

øùú Santhorpe rushes to defend Mihndrid

øùú Calaryn tries to hide

øùú Dytalorien attempts to plunge his saber into the rug and pin it, but fails.

øùú Faelnon grits his teeth and hits it rapidly, 'That was my favourite staff.'

øùú Santhorpe seeing that music appears to freeze the rug, starts to sing in his wonderful baritone voice

øùú Mihndrid ducks to the side, saying a harried, "I'll buy you a new one."

øùú Faelnon says, 'Make the rug. Actually, set the rug on fire if you can.'

øùú Isondil collapses and manages to scramble further away from the rug

øùú Mihndrid nods, retreating to a corner and starts playing another tune, crisp and wispy, and sparks begin to leap on top of the rug, growing larger by the second.

øùú Dytalorien lunges for the extinguished torch and attempts to light it once again.

øùú Mihndrid watches the sparks become bits of flame that jump at the rug and eat the rug as it lunges for Santhorpe.

øùú Santhorpe jumps, shrieks, and runs

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'Thank you, Mihndrid.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'If we could try not to annoy any other inanimate objects, that would be great.'

øùú Isondil nods and says 'Yeah Thanks Mihndrid'

øùú Dytalorien shrugs and grins as he holds the torch, "We can try."

øùú Mihndrid notices her flute beginning to feel warm under her fingertips and stops playing, letting the fire consume the rug.

øùú Mihndrid says quietly, "-Now- can we leave?"

øùú Santhorpe starts looking for another exit, but his human vision, blurred by the fire and the smoke created, is none too clear

øùú Faelnon says, 'And here's the plan, we get the Tarkna out of here, I'm just going to grab the books, ' he indicates a shelf on a bookcase full of books, 'And then we run like Hellsian's fury was on us.'

øùú Dytalorien rolls his eyes, "Great plan."

øùú Calaryn smiles 'I like that idea'

øùú Mihndrid doesn't seem to hear him as she begins to bandage up her hands again, but something in the back of her mind says, "Tell him not to touch the books, Mihndrid. Go on, tell him."

øùú Faelnon grabs the books of the bookcase as quickly as possible and stuffs them into a sack. Before he can move away, he hears the ceiling behind him moving. He looks up to see a small section has slid out of its way, showing a very large, very painful looking double-axe.

øùú Faelnon yelps and dives out of the way as it swings into the bookcase, slicing it in two and taking a chunk out of the wall.

øùú Faelnon yells, 'Get the Tarkna out of here. Mihndrid, what the hell is wrong with your people?'

øùú Santhorpe picks up some books, making sure to stay away from that axe

øùú Calaryn runs towards the exit

øùú Mihndrid gives Faelnon and icy glare which seems to once again remind him that this is a hideout, and picks up her flute, preparing to head for the stairs.

øùú Faelnon goes back down the steps as quickly as possible.

øùú Dytalorien sprints along, following.

øùú Santhorpe runs down the steps, books in hand, forgetting all his previous fears

øùú Isondil struggles to get up and picks up some books and runs after the others

øùú Mihndrid follows slowly after him as if she subconsciously wanted to drag them down.

øùú Faelnon throws his sack full of books into the tunnel and hauls himself up

øùú Mihndrid pauses before the drop down, and takes a few steps back. With a running start, she manages to catch the edge of the parapet and drags herself up.

øùú Faelnon doesn't stop moving until he is back outside again.

øùú Isondil throws the books up before lifting himself up into the tunnel

øùú Santhorpe sprints along, as fast as he can in the conditions and collapses, exhausted but intact, and with books, outside

øùú Mihndrid makes her way through the tunnel at the same pace at which she entered, bandaged hands clutching the cooling flute tightly.

øùú Calaryn runs out of the tunnel bruised and dirty

øùú Mihndrid exits the tunnel and with a cool glance at Faelnon starts back towards the train without a word to anyone.

øùú Isondil picks up his books and runs as fast as he can through the tunnel

øùú Faelnon makes sure all of the books made it and begins towards the 'train.

øùú Isondil exits the tunnel and makes his way to the train with the books he has

øùú Santhorpe follows Mihndrid as fast as he can to the train, his trousers torn, and his chest heaving; his arms dead under the weight of the books

øùú Faelnon sees the 'train and is glad that it is so close by.

øùú Isondil runs to catch up with Faelnon and asks 'Were will I put these books?'

øùú Varadrion exits last, cloak torn across the waist

øùú Faelnon says, 'Just give them to me, I'll drop them in with Foilae.'

øùú Santhorpe gives his books to Faelnon, relieved

øùú Faelnon goes to Foilae's door and knocks on it, Foilae replies, meekly, 'Come in.'

øùú Mihndrid climbs up onto the train and heads for her cabin, ignoring the others and the books.

øùú Faelnon opens the door.

<@Narrator> Inside, Foilae is not alone. He is on the very tips of his toes, nearly being lifted off the ground by the man next to him, Richard.

øùú Isondil hands Faelnon over the books and says 'Have you anything to give me so I can clean these cuts on my legs?'

øùú Foilae looks desperately at Faelnon, 'I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything to stop him.'

øùú Faelnon never takes his eyes of Richard as he says, 'It's okay Foilae.'

øùú Santhorpe briefly sees what is inside and, aghast, asks "dear lord, who is this?"

øùú Faelnon stops anyone from entering the room by standing in the doorway.

øùú Mihndrid leans against the wall outside her cabin, listening to the quiet voices farther up the train.

øùú Richard grins, 'How are you all? Do summon your little minions in, won't you, Faely, there's a good chap.'

øùú Santhorpe walks back up the train, sees Mihndrid and inquires "Prey tell, who is that man and what is he doing?"

øùú Faelnon makes no move.

øùú Varadrion to the entrance of Foilae’s cabin, his mouth drops open at the sight.

øùú Mihndrid blinks, looking up at Santhorpe, "What man?"

øùú Richard continues to grin, 'Me and Foilae have been getting better acquainted, but there is something I forgot to mention.'

øùú Santhorpe says "You have not heard? There is a man in Foilae's cabin"

øùú Faelnon stares at Richard, jaws clenched, waiting.

øùú Richard 's grin fades into mock-pain, 'You see, I fell in love with a woman. And a wonderful woman she was. And I did love her, then *you* came along, and spoiled her little mind, and I'm afraid I had to kill her. I killed the woman I loved and it is all your fault.'

øùú Varadrion walks up to Santhorpe and tries to look around him

øùú Mihndrid 's eyes widen, anticipating who it is and pushes past Santhorpe, running for Foilae's cabin.

øùú Foilae has had enough of listening to Richard talking and his wit is at its end, he turns his head to Richard, 'That is your logic? What kind of mentally damaged, psychotic dragon are you?'

øùú Richard sighs, 'Didn't I warn you Foilae? Not to annoy me? I did.'

øùú Santhorpe senses that that this is both bad and important, and moves forward with the rest

øùú Mihndrid pauses outside the door, watching in horror from behind Faelnon.

øùú Richard sings his free arm into the base of Foilae's back. It looks quite a gentle blow, but its effects seem great.

øùú Varadrion walks up behind Mihndrid and looks over her at Faelnon

øùú Foilae is overwhelmed by the pain, letting out a blood-curdling scream.

øùú Santhorpe is horrified

øùú Richard throws Foilae away, into the wall, 'Now, Foilae annoyed me, and you saw what happened to him, didn't you. And you've all annoyed me - see where I'm going with this?'

øùú Isondil sees some of the group standing outside Foilae's cabin and makes his way towards them

øùú Foilae hits the wall and his scream fades slightly, but persists.

øùú Mihndrid 's breath chokes as she gropes at her flute with her bandaged hands, looking with repulsion and horror at Foilae across the room.

øùú Faelnon doesn't move to help Foilae, knowing that he'd be knocked away for trying, 'Leave, now.'

øùú Santhorpe tries to back away, but his feet seem rooted to the ground

øùú Richard smiles, 'I was leaving anyway, now remember, no annoying, or back snapping comes your way.'

øùú Richard begins laughing a cold laugh as he is engulfed in flame and disappears.

øùú Santhorpe breathes a sigh of relief "thank God; he's off"

øùú Faelnon runs over to Foilae

øùú Mihndrid follows after Faelnon, but the fear still seems to linger at the edges of her eyes.

øùú Calaryn runs inside the train

øùú Foilae 's scream has developed into a ragged whimper, his pained eyes dart about the room as his hands claw into the floor.

øùú Varadrion walks into the cabin and looks around

øùú Calaryn looks around 'What happened?'

øùú Varadrion looks at Foilae silently

øùú Foilae gasps out, eyes darting upwards, as he convulses in pain, 'I can't...'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Can't what?'

øùú Mihndrid grimaces at the sight of him, not knowing what to do, her mind whirling in confused and angry circles at the sudden intrusion.

øùú Isondil enters the cabin and looks at Foilae in horror

øùú Foilae continues his ragged gasps for air, a hand shoots out and clamps down on Faelnon's shoulder, 'Help... can't...'

øùú Foilae makes a few gagging noises, his other arm flails with each gag before he slumps sideways.

øùú Mihndrid 's eyes widen as she says almost inaudibly, "Faelnon..he's.."

øùú Faelnon 's lip trembles from fear as he checks Foilae's pulse.

øùú Varadrion looks down silently

øùú Faelnon suddenly lets go of the breath he had been clinging onto, 'He's still alive.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Help me get him onto the bed, and someone get my medical bag from my cabin.'

øùú Varadrion walks over to Faelnon to help

øùú Mihndrid sighs in relief, and starts to shuffle off towards Faelnon's cabin.

øùú Isondil moves over to see if he can help

øùú Santhorpe still cannot move, barely able to believe what he's seeing

øùú Foilae 's breath seems to have steadied, for the most part, there is still a periodical gagging and gasping.

øùú Mihndrid enters and shakily picks up his medical bag from the room. Quivering with nausia and fright she steps back towards Foilae's cabin.

øùú Faelnon says to Varadrion and Isondil, 'Get him on the bed, carefully.'

øùú Mihndrid , still toting the bag, enters it and, hands clammy and trembling, holds it out towards Faelnon.

øùú Varadrion moves to the top end of Foilae and puts his arms under his carefully

øùú Isondil lifts Foilae's legs

øùú Faelnon says, 'Thank you Mihndrid,' he takes it and sets it down on the bedside locker, he begins through it, and takes out a few herbs and potions.

øùú Varadrion moves slowly and carefully towards the bed

øùú Calaryn just stands there looking with tears in her eyes

øùú Isondil sets Foilae's legs onto the bed

øùú Mihndrid withdraws her hand and leans against the nearest wall, eyes cloudily, truly looking sick with an unusual pain.

øùú Varadrion rests Foilae's head on a pillow

øùú Faelnon begins treating Foilae, although, all he can really do is relieve the pain.

<@Narrator> Two hours pass darkly, silently, Faelnon is the only one who remains in Foilae's cabin.

øùú Mihndrid lays silently in her room, the feeling of sickness and nausea still not having passed.

øùú Faelnon quietly emerges from the cabin into the late-afternoon air.

øùú Faelnon sits down on the edge of the wagon.

øùú Varadrion sees Faelnon and walks over silently

øùú Santhorpe is in his cabin, lying on his double bed, thinking over the day's events, and grateful that he has a place to rest

øùú Varadrion stands beside Faelnon and sighs, not needing to ask the question

øùú Faelnon mutters, staring at the passing ground, 'He isn't dead.'

øùú Faelnon continues to stare at the ground, and makes no motion to expand on what he said.

øùú Santhorpe says "well, surely it's good that he's alive?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'The Seventh shattered the lower section of his spine, he's crippled from the waist down.' He adds, randomly, 'He's just resting now, don't disturb.'

øùú Santhorpe says "I'm sorry, I didn't realise the injuries were that bad"

øùú Calaryn up to Faelnon 'how is he?'

øùú Faelnon stands up, 'The others can tell you, I just want to rest.'

øùú Varadrion nods to Faelnon

øùú Faelnon returns silently to his cabin.

øùú Varadrion looks at each of the group around him

øùú Mihndrid stares blankly at the ceiling, silently composing random music in her head.

øùú Santhorpe moves his head to the floor

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III - Another one bites the dust. Dun dun dun >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>



'The Best of the Rest'



øùú Sqiggly hugs Calaryn and sticks his tongue out at Faelnon



øùú Isondil lies on his bed staring up at the ceiling and thinking to himself

<+Mihndrid> OOC Isondil's pouting



<@Faelnon> OOC: Would someone greet the nice two people, Faelnon and Foilae have to continue being bitc- er, researching.



øùú Santhorpe follows Calaryn...you have nice eyes, if I may say so

<@Faelnon> OOC: Saam two? :D

<+Isondil> ooc: lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Could be.



<+Mihndrid> OOC Your name is hell to type.

øùú Santhorpe has decided to join the train

<@Cyria> ooc: lol

<@Faelnon> OOC: I love the tab key thingy.

øùú Santhorpe follows Santhorpe

<@Faelnon> OOC: Just call him Saam II, it's easier :D

<+Santhorpe> ooc: lol

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD

<+Mihndrid> OOC *copies the name and pastes it when needed*

<+Santhorpe> ooc my name is this?

<+Mihndrid> OOC Jah

<@Faelnon> OOC: Oh dear Santhorpe, that was nearly as bad as Shandor kissing himself, and if you are following Shandor's path, we'll just have to save you time and kill you.

<+Santhorpe> ooc lol

<@Calaryn> ooc: Sqiggly Sqiggly Sqiggly Sqiggly Sqiggly

<@Sqiggly> SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

<+Isondil> ooc: lolz

<+Santhorpe> ooc: aargh

<+Mihndrid> OOC Get a life XD They sell them at the hobby shop with the jesus action figures

<@Faelnon> OOC: Lol

<@Faelnon> OOC: Anywho, let's continue the Parade of Pain. Er, the 'Quest' I mean



<@Calaryn> ooc: *sees a killer bunny enter Santhorpe's cabin*

øùú Santhorpe takes off his coat, throws it on the bed over the bunny, and walks off in search of people

<@Sqiggly> OOC: A bunny like Sqiggly!

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

<+Santhorpe> ooc: aarggh



øùú Mihndrid wanders over to Faelnon's cabin and raps quietly on the door

øùú Faelnon looks at Mihndrid and wonders why she is rapping on the door when he is standing outside.

øùú Faelnon , amused nonetheless, smiles and watches.

<+Mihndrid> OOC Can you fix it in logs? :'(

<@Faelnon> OOC: Only if I put it in the Best of the Rest.

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD

øùú Isondil reaches Faelnon's Cabin and enters it

øùú Faelnon watches Isondil, too, amused.

øùú Mihndrid shuffles over toward Faelnon, looking bored and tired

<+Mihndrid> OOC Now I feel better :D

<@Faelnon> OOC: Isondil, did you just ignore the discussion we had about Faelnon not being in the cabin?

<+Isondil> ooc: lol oops

<+Mihndrid> OOC *screenshots*

øùú Calaryn walks in into Faelnon's cabin and asks 'whats this all about?'

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

øùú Faelnon swears to all of the gods before grabbing Calaryn, dragging her out of his cabin and throwing her off the 'train.



øùú Foilae calls from inside Faelnon's cabin, 'Oh yes, I found some info a few minutes ago...'

øùú Faelnon calls back, 'Why didn't you mention it?'

øùú Foilae smiles, 'I thought you would have shouted at me for moving.'



<+Mihndrid> OOC: I think you make all gnome places we visit evil or screwed up just to spite me

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Yeah -sure- so it's all our fault that the world is gonna end...

<@Faelnon> OOC: Hell yeah, half-pint.

<+Mihndrid> OOC: See you in hell spock boy XD



<+Isondil> ooc: shouldn't you be beside some pond with your fishing rod shorty?

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Shouldn't you be getting an imagination to create your own witty retorts shortly?



øùú Santhorpe , noticing that Faelnon seems to be the only sensible one in the group, walks to the front of the train and awaits his words

<@Faelnon> OOC: Oh dear, Santhorpe has lost it all together. Anyway, rasism and all go in #-rp back to the 'Quest'



03/07/13 19:50:53 <@Faelnon> I broke the program :d

03/07/13 19:51:04 <@Faelnon> Ever wonder why the Matrix has [BE-LEEEEEP] up a lot more since I was born?

03/07/13 19:51:15 <+Santhorpe> lmap

03/07/13 19:51:19 <+Mihndrid> the Matrix was always [BE-LEEEEEP] up o.o;;

03/07/13 19:51:20 <+Santhorpe> oh dear. that was a lame typo

03/07/13 19:51:36 <@Faelnon> yeah, Santhorpe, even I can spell 'lamp'

03/07/13 19:51:48 <+Sandilor> lol



03/07/13 19:52:11 <@Calaryn> Faelnon waits for everyone to assemble where he is

03/07/13 19:52:12 <@Calaryn> lol

03/07/13 19:52:26 <@Calaryn> thinks some thinks a little to high about himself ;)

03/07/13 19:52:28 <+Santhorpe> lol

03/07/13 19:52:41 <@Faelnon> Oh yeah? Well, kiss my boots

03/07/13 19:53:05 <+Mihndrid> XD

[Worship Faelnon, since Shandor has gone, Faelnon’s new job is god. – Ed, not being bribed since 10 minutes ago]



03/07/13 19:53:26 <@Cyria> i think i have the most generic action of the day

03/07/13 19:53:51 <@Faelnon> except it is grammatically incorrect

03/07/13 19:53:58 <@Cyria> blah



03/07/13 19:58:24 <@Calaryn> 'Okie-doke, rondevl-mailaveio.'

03/07/13 19:58:24 <+Santhorpe> i no were you come from

03/07/13 19:58:26 <@Calaryn> roflmao

03/07/13 19:58:40 <@Faelnon> ... The last bit was the code to open it up

03/07/13 19:58:41 <@Faelnon> honest..

03/07/13 19:58:45 <@Faelnon> Get the hell away from me.

03/07/13 19:58:48 <+Sandilor> lol

03/07/13 19:58:54 <+Mihndrid> Another thing Colm thought was cool and stuck in here.

[Whoops. She’s discovered the plan, and Faelnon, I’m going to ask you to hand over whatever you are smoking. –Ed]



03/07/13 19:59:30 <@Faelnon> I'm going to make the Seventh pop up again just to cause you people pain

[Y’know, you can’t exactly say he doesn’t give you warning. You lot just think he is joking, and look where Foilae ended up. –Ed]



øùú Mihndrid pauses, looking behind her, "Er, Faelnon, didn't you say there were traps in this place?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'Yes, well, if you set any off let us know.'

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "I love you too, Faely." and starts down the stairs once more.

[Love just seems to equal death in the ‘Quest’, haven’t ya noticed that by now, Mihnny? –Ed]



øùú Santhorpe decides to show bravery to impress the group, and makes a bold start for the 'case

[And then he trips down the steps and breaks his neck. What? At least I didn’t touch the logs, but bravery must be returned by foolish tumblings. –Ed]



<@Sqiggly> OOC: Don't confuse Faely, he is a bit retarded.

<+Mihndrid> OOC Bling Bling

<@Foilae> OOC: *looks at Sqiggly* Pot, meet kettle.

03/07/13 20:02:42 <+Mihndrid> Pot is good for the soul XD

03/07/13 20:03:21 <+Santhorpe> heh

03/07/13 20:03:50 <@Cyria> ummm.....Mihndrid....err....

03/07/13 20:04:07 <+Mihndrid> I'm kidding :)

03/07/13 20:04:19 øùú Faelnon quickly hides his drawer of drugs

03/07/13 20:04:22 <@Faelnon> and I wasn't doing anything

03/07/13 20:04:39 <+Mihndrid> o.o;;

03/07/13 20:06:12 <@Cyria> i have something to say but i think i will keep it to myself this time

03/07/13 20:06:38 øùú Mihndrid pat-pats, "Good idea XD"



øùú Santhorpe turns to Faelnon and snarls "Leave her alone, Faelnon. we're all in this together, ok?"

[Oh just bring it against Faelnon. I think someone needs another visit from the Seventh. –Ed]



øùú Dytalorien pokes Faelnon repeatedly for no reason.

[See how people who cannot move are treated? –Ed]



<@Foilae> OOC /me chuckles thinking what an ass Faelnon is probably making off himself.

<@Faelnon> OOC: Quiet you, or I'll have the Seventh kill you.

[See, second warning. Well, half-warning, he said kill. –Ed]

<+Mihndrid> OOC: And I'll shove you into another gnome device XD



<@Faelnon> OOC; Shouldn't Santhorpe just lean on Mihndrid with his elbow? Like an arm rest?

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Yeah, and while we're at it she can be the end table when you guys pig out on the couch too



øùú Mihndrid drops the torch and it sputters, dying and flickering out, leaving them in darkness being attacking by the curiousities.

<@Faelnon> OOC: The room is illuminated by an unknown light source, but thanks for trying to blind us :P

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Damn you x.x



<+Mihndrid> OOC: Faelnon you crapper, I opened the damn drawer then fix it now, before I become too much of a bloody mass XD



øùú Faelnon takes the drawer out and swings at a few of them, the drawer handle snaps and it falls over the stairs and breaks into pieces against the wall. The quills instantly fall to the ground, lifeless.

øùú Faelnon smiles proudly, 'There, I showed them who's boss.'

øùú Mihndrid gives Faelnon a look which suggests he'll find a gnome with a dagger over him tonight.



øùú Mihndrid draws out her flute and starts playing, intending to freeze it.

<@Faelnon> OOC: And Isondil's feet, lovely idea!

<@Faelnon> OOC; Seriously, I insist you do that.

<+Mihndrid> OOC: We can defrost him later o.o;;



03/07/13 20:00:11 <@Faelnon> AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

03/07/13 20:00:15 <@Faelnon> what the hell is on my winamp?

03/07/13 20:00:27 <@Faelnon> Get it off! Off! *throws headphones away*

03/07/13 20:00:29 <+Santhorpe> dunno...

03/07/13 20:00:33 <+Santhorpe> i've got starsailor here

03/07/13 20:00:42 <+Mihndrid> XD

03/07/13 21:21:27 and the best was the dwarf who got killed by arrows for no reason during a wedding

[That was fun. I think I should post a: ‘If you have to leave, you can do it in these ways’ FAQ. –Ed]



øùú Faelnon says, 'And here's the plan, we get the Tarkna out of here, I'm just going to grab the books, ' he indicates a shelf on a cookcase full of books, 'And then we run like Hellsian's fury was on us.'

<@Faelnon> OOC: cookcase?

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Yum :D

<@Calaryn> ooc: yeah we got loads of them here in sweden ;)

<+Mihndrid> OOC: *fires up the cookcase and throws some steaks on*

<@Faelnon> OOC: lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOC: BBQ!

<+Santhorpe> ooc: I had one of them for tea!

<+Mihndrid> OOC: barbecue for tea? o.o



øùú Calaryn looks around 'What happened?'

<@Richard> OOC: Sqiggly happened :D

<@Calaryn> ooc: :D

<+Mihndrid> OOC: and then the world died forever

<@Calaryn> ooc: nooooooooooooo Sqiggly nice, Sqiggly friend



<+Mihndrid> OOC: Oh just kill him and be done with it, I'm hungry

[See? If we let Mihnny call the shots, Foilae would be dead. And they call me evil… -Ed]



<+Mihndrid> OOC: Er..I mean, oh no, Foilae can't die o.o;;

<@Faelnon> OOC: Okay, I'm saying timewarp, as you won't guess the verdict.

<+Mihndrid> OOC: NO DAMNIT NO

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Not the song >.< *sobs*

<@Faelnon> OOC: Yes! Sqiggly, the timewarp song!

<@Sqiggly> SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

<+Santhorpe> ooc: nooooooo

<@Faelnon> OOC: Sing them all!

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Okay, not that I like the timewarp song, but that isn't it o.o;;

<+Isondil> ooc: SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSQQQQQQQQQQQQQQIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYY

<@Sqiggly> OOC: LLLLLEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeettttttttssssssssssss ddddddoooooooooo thhhheee tiiiiimmmeewaaarp aaaagaaaain!

<+Mihndrid> OOC: *flees screaming from the room*

<@Sqiggly> OOC: na na na na na na na Timewarp!

<+Santhorpe> ooc: oh dear, oh dear oh dear

<+Varadrion> ooc: Hurry it up, lol

<+Isondil> ooc: na na na na na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!



<+Isondil> ooc: btw gee thanks for helping me with my cut legs

<@Faelnon> OOC: Stop whining, we were all attacked by quills.

<@Faelnon> OOC: Lets not forget, Foilae, remember him? Guy who was attacked by the Seventh? We've always liked him more than you anyway.

<+Isondil> ooc: bah

<+Mihndrid> OOC: I'm seeing the four year old-ness you mentioned o.o Why does he go to that strip club on the roof? Isn't that 21 and ^?

øùú Varadrion stands beside Faelnon and sighs, not needing to ask the question

<@Faelnon> OOC: Exactly. I think he wants to be a man. ;P



øùú Varadrion stands beside Faelnon and sighs, not needing to ask the question

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Vara wants to pop the question?

<@Faelnon> OOC: Faelnon: 'Varadrion! I'll marry you!'

<@Faelnon> OOC: Faelnon: 'As soon as the Seventh snaps my neck.'

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Vara is a girly man, w00t

<@Faelnon> OOC: Oh that's true, Faelnon should be the one proposing.

<+Mihndrid> OOC ...I mean hi XD

<+Isondil> ooc: lol

<+Varadrion> ooc: *rolls eyes*

<+Mihndrid> OOC: aww, *pats Vara* you're no fun XD



<@Faelnon> OOC: I was trying to ask are we finished for this session? I have to plot how to make Faelnon feel even more guilty for Wednesday.

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Sure! *walks into a wall*

<+Santhorpe> ooc: I guess *gets attacked by a huge bunny*

<+Varadrion> ooc: sure

<+Mihndrid> OOC: And add in a part when Mihndrid slaughter the new human guy --