Session XXIV - A Good Leader Needs

Organiser's Comment

Ha ha, poor Faelnon, we'll never give up slapping him up. Oh, and the intermezzo next to this session is quite important - go read it now. Well, after you read the logs.

Plot Summary

[Soon]

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

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III ~ 'A Good Leader Needs...' >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<@Narrator> It is late at night and the 'train has just stopped in a small village, a couple of days after the encounter at the camp. The 'train has stopped outside a large inn. Indeed, the only thing of note in this village is the inn which is used by traders frequently.

øùú Faelnon yawns and looks out the window at the night sky.

øùú Gilth shuts his book and kneels beside his bed in prayer

øùú Foilae is researching a few useful spells in one of the older tomes in his collection.

øùú Mihndrid leans silently against the wall of her cabin, a wrinkled parchment in hand. Her small, spindly fingers are wrapped around a dully colored quill. She scribbles energetically at the thinned paper, mind hard at work.

øùú Varadrion walks around the train, looking out at the town periodically

øùú Gilth stands up from prayer, feeling the power of the goddess flow through his veins, he memorizes a Holy Light prayer

øùú Faelnon looks away from the window and sits down at his desk.

øùú Gilth looks out the window and is surprised by the town that his just appeared

øùú Mihndrid pauses now and then, her small luminous eyes pondering over the roll of parchment for a brief moment before plunging upon it again, quill dripping ink all over.

øùú Foilae looks up and notices the village outside, too, and stops researching and heads up to Faelnon's cabin.

øùú Foilae enters Faelnon's cabin and says, 'Why are we stopping here?'

øùú Faelnon shrugs, 'The horses went on strike?'

øùú Varadrion walks towards Faelnon's cabin

øùú Gilth straps on his equipment and enters the hallway, pacing irritably, and waiting politely why they were stopping at such a god forsaken town

øùú Foilae looks at Faelnon and states, 'I'll go on strike if you don't give me a straight answer.' He looks at the sky, then adds, to be a personal annoyance, 'Y'know, this night looks eerily familiar to a certain night that will burn your mind forever-' he half chuckles to himself and adds, 'Darling.'

øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae coldly, 'Very har har. We are here because I thought it would be nice to just stop at an inn for the night, besides, I hear this one is five-star.'

øùú Foilae grins broadly, then states, 'Well, I need a break from the stressful work of having people kill our enemies for us.'

øùú Faelnon passes Foilae and goes outside into the night air.

øùú Foilae follows, grin degenerated into a half-smile.

øùú Gilth watches as the two.

øùú Faelnon climbs off the 'train and looks at the inn.

øùú Gilth shakes his head and leaves the train also

øùú Mihndrid sighs as she pauses once more, frowning at the insanely messy piece of work in front of her. Shaking her head, she tosses the ink-infested parchment off to the side and shuffles outside, meeting up with the others.

øùú Foilae grumbles and has to go to the front of the 'train to activate the ramp.

øùú Varadrion drops off the train and looks around

øùú Faelnon turns to the others, 'Well, I thought that everyone could do with a nice inn for a change... so... here we are. Enjoy.'

øùú Foilae barges past Faelnon and enters the inn.

øùú Gilth bows and heads off for the weapon smith

øùú Varadrion walks into the inn quietly and takes and takes a seat in a corner

<@Narrator> The inn has one large ground floor and one smaller first floor. Next to the bar is a door leading to a corridor with all the rooms. The barkeep is a jolly-looking, slightly large man.

øùú Faelnon approaches the bar, 'Greetings, we'd like some rooms please, and a meal.'

øùú Gilth returns from a failed mission to the smiths

<@Narrator> The barkeep smiles warmly, 'Welcome, welcome. Of course sir, I'll sort your rooms out now and send out some food.'

øùú Varadrion looks to Faelnon and motions for him to sit

øùú Faelnon sits.

øùú Mihndrid follows after everyone else, not seeming particularly interested in the place they've just entered. Sighing inwardly, she seats herself relatively near the group.

øùú Foilae thinks it is quite rude that Varadrion didn't motion for him to sit down as well, and instead, rolls over to them.

øùú Gilth sits next to Mihndrid

øùú Varadrion asks without looking at either of them "Why did we stop in this town?"

øùú Faelnon looks at Varadrion incredulously, 'Didn't I just say that?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'We are here for a very quick break. This inn has an excellent reputation.'

<@Narrator> A young lady emerges from a different door, one that leads into a kitchen, we a few platefuls of food, 'I'm afraid,' she begins, 'That the main dinner was served a few hours ago, however, we still have lots of fruit, cold meats, bread and so on. Just ask if you want anymore.'

øùú Varadrion looks around "A reputation? This place?"

<@Narrator> She puts the plates down and disappears into the kitchen.

øùú Gilth takes some meat and mentions "Its better than hard tack" He winks

øùú Faelnon says, 'Yes, everyone who has been here always rates it highly. Of course, when one arrives at midnight or beyond, most of the guests are doing the sensible thing and are sleeping.'

øùú Mihndrid smirks at this and mutters something about the last time they stopped at a nice little inn.

øùú Varadrion says "Perhaps we should join them then?"

øùú Faelnon yawns again, 'Not a bad idea, I just thought we might like some food.' He adds silently to himself, 'Although, judging on your tone, I think we'd be much better for you to go to sleep.'

øùú Foilae says, taking a bite of a small sandwich he has constructed, 'This is very nice.'

øùú Varadrion walks to the bar and asks the barkeep about his room

øùú Mihndrid picks at some of the fruit for a little while, but more out of her ennui state then actually being hungry.

øùú Gilth offers a plate to Mihndrid and starts into a slightly over exaterated tale of when he fought twenty bandits by himself

<@Narrator> The barkeep nods and says, 'It is the second on the left if you go through that door.'

øùú Faelnon yawns for the third time, 'Sleep might not be such a bad idea...'

øùú Mihndrid takes it with a faint smile, finding a need to be polite, but even that small feeling fails to make her hold attention as Gilth rambles on

øùú Varadrion passes through the door and off to his room

øùú Gilth wraps up his tale quickly, and finishes his food

<@Narrator> Before the barkeep can be asked again, he comes over to the table and gives the group their door keys with little golden numbers attached.

øùú Mihndrid picks hers up and examines it, always having a strange interest in things assigned to her.

øùú Faelnon thanks the barkeep, yawns for the fourth time and reports, 'Six. Ah, my favourite number.'

øùú Foilae looks, 'Oh, number one.'

øùú Gilth holds the key in his mouth, takes his backpack in one hand, a plate of food in the other, balances a mug of ale on his head, and walks off towards his room mumbling to himself "Seven"

øùú Faelnon stands up and goes off to find his room.

øùú Foilae doesn't stand up and goes off to find his room, which, granted, isn't that much of a task.

øùú Faelnon enters the room, expecting a mint on his pillow. He does a double-take when he finds on there. He blinks, wide-eyed, as is his custom when mildly shocked, then shrugs, and gleefully devours it.

øùú Gilth lays on top of the mint on his pillow, and it melts into the pillow, creating a sticky mess

øùú Faelnon notices, too, fresh flowers on the window sill, he does the blinking thing, now coupled with a dance of him frowning slightly, then going fully wide eyed.

øùú Faelnon lies down on the bed.

øùú Foilae is already fast asleep.

øùú Mihndrid , after satisfying her curiosity with the key, slides off her chair and shuffles off to the hall. Locating her room (which, she noted, was number three, a wonderfully respectable number in her mind) she unlocked the door and let herself in. Completely ignoring any extra pleasantries present, she closes the door behind her and locks it.

<@Narrator> The night passes peacefully. There was a few bumps and thuds, probably the barkeep closing up. Soon, it is morning.

øùú Foilae comes down the corridor to the bar area and opens the door. He moves past the bar and doesn't see anything, no barkeep. He looks behind the bar, and there he is; lying cold, lifeless, blood has splattered across several bar panels and bottles of wine.

øùú Gilth wakes with a pillow attached to his head

øùú Foilae doesn't make a sound, from pure shock and terror.

øùú Gilth sheepishly pulls the pillow from his head

øùú Gilth straps his gear on and prepares to leave

øùú Varadrion looks at what the people are looking at and nearly gasps at the sight

øùú Gilth follows Foilae, and sees the body, slides carefully over the bar, touches the mans neck and whispers "He is gone"

øùú Gilth draws his sword, and says "There is evil about"

øùú Gilth runs about the room, checking all hiding spots

øùú Foilae moves slowly away from the body, looking around.

øùú Mihndrid wakes up a little stiff despite the comfy bed. Stretching, she neatly pins up her hair and exits the room, deciding the small commotion outside was something she ought to pay attention to.

øùú Mihndrid comes out into the common room and frowns at the sight of the dead barkeeper. Sighing, she seats herself in a nearby chair and says, "Well, I saw that one coming."

øùú Foilae states, 'There's no-one here.'

øùú Faelnon comes into the bar last, yawning sleepily. He doesn't see the barkeep at first and states, 'What's the matter? Did he just give us the bill?'

øùú Mihndrid shrugs, glancing up at Faelnon, "Oh, you know, the usual."

øùú Faelnon looks at Mihndrid, then notices the body, 'Oh.'

øùú Foilae says, 'Is it just me, or do we personally bring death with us?'

øùú Mihndrid says quietly, "Its just you."

øùú Faelnon says, 'We should get out of here, see if there is any sign of the attacker.'

øùú Gilth asks "So what should we do now? Investigate or flee?"

øùú Varadrion nods

øùú Gilth says "It is a small town, he could not have gone far"

øùú Foilae complies and goes outside.

øùú Mihndrid smirks, and comments lightly, "Really, I've been with this group the least of all, and I'm the only one that gets it. Why would somebody -randomly- murder a bartender?"

øùú Mihndrid hops off the chair and follows Foilae, leaving it at that.

øùú Faelnon follows Foilae out, watching the ground like a hawk for anything that could remotely be a clue, then he says to Mihndrid, 'They saw the bill?'

øùú Foilae looks at Faelnon, rather surprised by his callous manner.

øùú Faelnon spots something in the dirt.

øùú Gilth says "Perhaps the attacker thought the tall fat bartender was the small all knowing gnome?"

<@Narrator> There are small hoof prints in the dirt near the inn, along with several footprints, they stop just outside the inn, then begin to double-back, then split off going in a different direction.

øùú Mihndrid gives Gilth a look which suggests he might find the small all knowing gnome above him next time he's asleep with a large knife.

øùú Gilth smiles at Mihndrid

øùú Faelnon shakes his head, 'No, the prints come here, then go in a different direction, thus, we go in the last direction they went in.'

øùú Varadrion begins walking after the prints, pulling an arm into his cloak

øùú Gilth walks beside Varadrion, a hand on his hilt

øùú Foilae begins along them.

øùú Faelnon looks at the bar coldly before following the group, telling the 'train to stay there.

øùú Mihndrid closes the inn's door before falling into line after the others.

øùú Varadrion follows the tracks quickly

<@Narrator> The path leads down a slope heading down into canyon.

øùú Mihndrid pauses, holding herself in silent laughter before going down after Gilth.

øùú Foilae stops, 'Wait a moment.'

øùú Faelnon turns to look at Foilae, 'Yes?'

øùú Mihndrid stops and pauses to listen.

øùú Foilae says, 'We should head along the ridge, that way we can ambush whoever did this.'

øùú Faelnon states, 'We will head down the canyon, fight them directly.'

øùú Foilae says, 'Oh that's a masterful plan.'

øùú Faelnon states with an air of finality, 'We are going down the canyon, and that is that.'

øùú Foilae says, 'That'll get us all killed. Yippee.'

øùú Foilae looks at the others in the group, hoping for a bit of support for the anti-suicide team.

øùú Gilth states bluntly "We are suicidal. Its the only reason we are still alive."

øùú Foilae looks at his wheelchair, 'Yes, the suicidal plan has worked like a masterpiece.'

øùú Gilth continues "Or maybe it is the stupidity. Anywho, we are still alive so..."

øùú Mihndrid says, "Good oxymoron, Gilth, I have to write that one down."

øùú Gilth replies "Thank you"

øùú Varadrion follows silently

øùú Mihndrid shrugs, wondering if he found the note of sarcasm in her voice.

øùú Foilae sighs miserably, mutters a few choice words under his breath and begins down the slope.

øùú Gilth wonders if Mihndrid found the sarcasm in HIS voice.

øùú Gilth walks along

øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae go, satisfied that he finally got the result that he wanted, he then begins down the slope himself.

øùú Foilae wonders who is going to get his collection of antique daggers when he is brutally murdered by the inevitable ambush that no-one seems to have intelligence to realise will happen.

øùú Foilae looks nervously at the cliff face either side of the group.

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "Remember Faelnon, if we're screwed, its all your fault."

øùú Varadrion follows Foilae's gaze, and becomes more aware of their situation

øùú Gilth smiles at Mihndrid's comment, and draws his sword

øùú Faelnon says, 'You followed.'

øùú Foilae grumbles, 'Great, can I go then?'

øùú Faelnon states darkly, 'Certainly.'

øùú Gilth looks at the group, "Shall we move forward?"

øùú Varadrion replies "Why not?"

øùú Faelnon never stopped moving.

øùú Foilae stopped briefly, he looks at the others, groans inwardly, and follows, wishing he had researched some more useful spells.

øùú Gilth walks with the group

<@Narrator> There is a great thunder as several large boulders begin rolling off. They land near the group, but seem not entirely aimed at them.

øùú Foilae groans loudly, looking at the boulders, 'Alright, everyone, pay up.'

øùú Varadrion ducks against the cliff-wall and looks up

øùú Gilth follows Varadrions example

øùú Faelnon stands in the middle of the canyon and watches as the boulders fall.

øùú Mihndrid moves and stands behind Faelnon, because hey, tall people make good shields.

øùú Foilae groans, and does nothing.

<@Narrator> The strangest thing happens after a few of them crash together, they seem to weld to each other, forming a larger being, it appears to be roughly humanoid, but with no features. It "looks" at the group, and appears rather angry. Two more form from the other boulders.

øùú Faelnon looks at the creatures.

øùú Gilth pulls himself from the ciff face and nearly craps himself

øùú Varadrion looks around and says "Who wants to wager that these are more creatures not easily injured?"

øùú Mihndrid looks up at the welding boulders and mutters, "Oh yes, getting up this morning was a -fine- idea."

øùú Foilae groans for the third time, and decides to stay out of this battle for the fact that he didn't want to come this way in the first place.

øùú Faelnon pulls out a sword, surprising, considering his traditional weapon of choice is his staff.

øùú Varadrion draws a pair of daggers and looks for a spot to aim

<@Narrator> A creature charges at Faelnon and Mihndrid, as a second charges towards Varadrion and Gilth. A third looks around for a viable target, deciding against Foilae as he is too far away to be a concern, he heads towards Faelnon, too.

øùú Gilth mutters a few words and a flash of white light strikes the boulder men, doing no apparent damage.

øùú Varadrion thinks better of it, and puts the daggers back into their sheathes, drawing his sword

øùú Foilae looks at the creature that doesn't attack him and thinks it was mighty considerate of it to respect his wishes.

øùú Mihndrid sighs, turning slightly pale, realizing how almost complete defenceless she is. Wringing her hands, she shuts her eyes and begins to chant a spell, or rather, sing a spell. It seems very much like when she plays them out on the instruments, the tune obviously similar.

øùú Faelnon runs away from a swipe of the creature, nearly getting bowled over by the shudder sent out when the creature's other arm strikes the ground.

øùú Gilth tries to help the defenceless gnome

øùú Faelnon yelps at the second creature, turns around and sees the first creature.

øùú Varadrion ducks under a swing from the creature and drives his sword into where its knee would be

øùú Mihndrid dances lightly out of the way of the monster, still singing. When a good distance away, she raises one hand and points it at the rock creature

<@Narrator> The sword does no damage.

øùú Gilth runs to try to attract the attention of one of the boulder men attacking Faelnon

øùú Mihndrid flinches as a large red gash appears on her hand, but a large bolt of lightning issues forth, just as if she had played out the tune on an instrument.

øùú Faelnon tries to distract one of the creatures from attacking Mihndrid, this seems to work. The obvious downside being that the creature now was interested in him.

øùú Varadrion spins off the strike and attacks again into its back

øùú Faelnon runs away from the creature, its back to Foilae. He trips over and looks back at the creature, unable to do anything.

øùú Gilth throws himself at the leg of one creature, and falls to the ground

øùú Mihndrid repeats the process, sending another fiery bolt at the nearest boulder, this too placing another large slice on her small hand.

<@Narrator> Suddenly, a large boulder strikes the creature towering over Faelnon in the "back", it shatters the creature's main boulder, the "chest", and the other boulders forming it fall to pieces.

øùú Foilae blows on his fingers as if smoke was being emitted, he states, half-smiling to himself, 'Missed one.'

øùú Gilth shouts "Great! Now there is only two left! Lets go, to victory!"

øùú Foilae looks around and notes that was the only boulder the creatures didn't use.

øùú Faelnon charges at the creature attacking Mihndrid.

øùú Gilth fights the other

<@Narrator> The boulders become rather darkened, but appear to have no other effect.

øùú Faelnon jumps and manages to grab onto the creature's arm, he climbs up it and reaches the head, trying to work out a way to separate it from the body.

øùú Gilth shouts "Hail the gods!" A ball of light appears in his hand, and flies toward the creature, and hits it in the head. The creature takes a step back, then resumes its attack.

øùú Faelnon hits the creature's neck meekly with his sword.

øùú Foilae wonders how he can help.

øùú Gilth frowns, getting desperate.

øùú Varadrion attacks the back of another of the creatures

øùú Gilth shouts to Foilae "Conjure another boulder, then fling it!"

øùú Mihndrid sighs, holding one hand with the other. Now it was confirmed, she wasn't almost defenceless, she was god freaking doomed [Haha! Whee! XD]

øùú Foilae has an idea, he chants for a few moments, and after a lot of energy is expended, the creature Faelnon is atop is lifted slightly into the air. He throws it against the cliff-face.

øùú Faelnon looks at the cliff-face that is approaching him very fast. He kicks off the creature's shoulders and hits the ground with a thud.

øùú Gilth shouts twice more, and flings two more balls of light at the creature, stopping it for a moment.

øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae, 'Any other bright spells?'

øùú Foilae shakes his head.

øùú Faelnon looks glumly at the last creature.

øùú Gilth glances at his companions, seeing them sitting watching him fight the boulder man

øùú Faelnon thinks for a moment, he gets that 'crazy-plan' look in his eyes, 'The second creature crumbled because it hit the cliff-face fast, right? Can't we make the creature chase us into a wall?'

øùú Foilae looks at Faelnon and rolls away from the battle that isn't his.

øùú Foilae reaches a safe distance and wonders if there are any spells that could help in some way.

øùú Faelnon looks at Gilth and Varadrion, 'It could work, right?'

øùú Gilth shouts one more, takes a step back, tosses his ball of light into the air, then hits it with his sword

øùú Gilth watches the light smash into the creature’s abdomen.

øùú Varadrion looks at Faelnon and says "Probably"

<@Narrator> The creature swings its "fist" at Gilth's head.

øùú Gilth blocks the blow with the flat of his sword

<@Narrator> The sword shatters from the force of the blow.

øùú Varadrion throws a dagger into the 'face' of the last one, hoping to get his attention

øùú Gilth calls holy light once again, although it did nothing the last time

øùú Faelnon throws his sword at the creature in an effort to draw its attention.

<@Narrator> The creature turns to look in Varadrion's and Faelnon's direction.

øùú Faelnon gulps, 'Okay... what was the plan again?'

øùú Foilae shouts, 'I believe it was: Run!'

øùú Varadrion looks at Faelnon, ‘Get out of the way... I'll get him’

øùú Faelnon nods and sprints towards Foilae.

øùú Foilae hollers, 'The other way!'

øùú Varadrion bolts off in the opposite direction

øùú Faelnon skids to a halt and begins in the other way.

øùú Gilth tumbles away from the monster, exhausted

<@Narrator> The creature begins to chase the two, and while it begins slow, it quickly builds up momentum. And every thundering pound of its feet shakes the ground nearby.

øùú Varadrion runs towards the nearest cliff wall, slowing to allow the creature to get right behind him

øùú Faelnon dives out of the way.

øùú Gilth raises to his knees, says "Hail...the gods" and throws the ball of light into the back of the monster, driving it into the wall.

<@Narrator> The creature's momentum carries it into the cliff-face, its left arm, half of its chest, some of its head and a chunk of its left leg crumble. The rest turns uneasily to Varadrion.

øùú Faelnon grabs a rock from the canyon's ground and throws it at the creature's head, 'What the Tarkna is wrong with you? Keel over already.'

øùú Varadrion looks up at the pieces and curses

<@Narrator> The rock hits the side of the head with the missing chunk, it begins to crumble, and the head falls off. The rest of the body tips over.

øùú Gilth slowly stands, and picks up the hilt of his sword, all that remains.

øùú Faelnon sighs and begins back towards Foilae, effectively giving up on the murderer hunt, although he has his suspicion.

øùú Varadrion stumbles to a knee as the rest of the body crumbles

øùú Faelnon states as he collapses beside Foilae, 'I think I know who did this ambush. About a day or so before we ran into "Kalrian", we arrived at a palace constructed by one of the other dragons, this one seemed to love stone, turning things to stone, and having that stone move about.'

øùú Varadrion rises and walks over to Foilae and Faelnon

øùú Varadrion looks at Faelnon "You think a dragon did this?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'Well, it makes a bit of sense, doesn't it? Who else would have the power and the resources.'

øùú Varadrion sighs

øùú Foilae states, loudly, but to himself, to some degree, 'I said go along the ridge...'

øùú Faelnon turns to Foilae, 'It all turned out alright, though.'

øùú Varadrion says, without turning, "Too late now"

øùú Foilae looks at Faelnon, 'No it didn't. You completely ignored the logical path in some moronic pursuit for blood. As a result, we were nearly killed. You would've been dead if it hadn't been for the accidental spare boulder.'

øùú Foilae says, exasperated, 'I don't know what happened to you, lately, all your logic has gone out of it.'

øùú Faelnon says coldly, 'Do you want to know what happened? I watched as friends, and the innocent died. Then I woke up.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'If you don't like how I run things, seeming as I am the leader, then you can go back to that castle, which, as I recall, would have been completely annihilated by those troops.'

øùú Foilae looks at the ground and says nothing.

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III ~ Er. There wasn't a strip club. And Faelnon isn't interested in male strippers >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

'The Best of the Rest'



<@Faelnon> [Oh, if anyone is interested, the original advertising: Is Faelnon gay? Why do male guards come on to him? Who shot the gay-guard? Is Rue a super-whore? All these questions, and more, not answered on today's 'Quest'!]

<@Faelnon> It is late at night and the 'train has just stopped in a small village, a couple of days after the encounter [encounter in more than one way] at the camp [camp in more than... I'll stop that now]. The 'train has stopped outside a large inn. Indeed, the only thing of note in this village is the inn which is used by traders frequently.



OOC Hey, warn me you biatch O.o

<@Faelnon> OOC: Oh... right: WARNING.

OOC ...nevermind x.x

<@Faelnon> OOC: And you people should probably join #tildruin-rp, but I ain't gonna force you (Go or be killed)

ooc: are we in the inn, or in front of it?

<@Faelnon> OOC: In the 'train.

<@Faelnon> OOC: Unless the 'train is in the inn, in which case, Thor has been driving again.



OOC If anyone is curious, I'm probably going to make pointless posts with big words in them the whole session. W00t! XD

<@Faelnon> OOC: Huz-pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis-zah!

OOC ...words that most people probably know the meaning of

<@Faelnon> OOC: Thanks to me, most people who come to #tildruin know what that means.



øùú Varadrion looks to Faelnon and motions for him to sit

øùú Foilae thinks it is quite rude that Varadrion didn't motion for him to sit down as well, and instead, rolls over to them.

<+Mihndrid> OOC Oh yes, Foilae, such an inconsiderate fool.

<@Foilae> OOC: I know, what cheek.



<+Mihndrid> OOC If you put two pringles in your mouth at the same time, it looks like a ducky! :D

<@Faelnon> OOC: ... er... Thank you for that one.

<+Mihndrid> OOC ^.^



øùú Varadrion looks around "A reputation? This place?"

<@Faelnon> OOC: Someone's feeling bitchy.

<+Mihndrid> OOC Check please.



øùú Varadrion walks to the bar and asks the barkeep about his room

øùú Mihndrid picks at some of the fruit for a little while, but more out of her ennui state then actually being hungry.

øùú Gilth offers a plate to Mihndrid and starts into a slightly over exaterated tale of when he fought twenty bandits by himself

<@Faelnon> The barkeep, who has miraculously reappeared even though he never came back into the room nods and says, 'It is the second on the left if you go through that door.'

[Bless those barkeeps. –Shandor]



øùú Mihndrid , after satisfying her curiosity with the key, slides off her chair and shuffles off to the hall. Locating her room (which, she noted, was number three, a wonderfully respectable number in her mind)

[Indeed, what with all those sleazy number fives. And the less said about the twos, the better. –Shandor]



<@Faelnon> OOC: Shall I do that beloved thing known as a timewarp?

<+Gilth> OOC Yes, You should.

<@Foilae> OOC: I think they've just given up, they don't even object to the timewarp anymore.



øùú Faelnon enters the room, expecting a mint on his pillow. He does a double-take when he finds on there. He blinks, wide-eyed, as is his custom when mildly shocked, then shrugs, and gleefully devours it.



øùú Gilth wakes with a pillow attached to his head

<+Mihndrid> OOC What, earwax glue it down?

<+Gilth> OOC No, the pillow mint did

<+Gilth> OOC lol

øùú Gilth sheepishly pulls the pillow from his head

<+Mihndrid> OOC ...no one picture that. Just don't picture it x.x



øùú Varadrion comes down the stairs and nearly gasps at the sight

<@Faelnon> OOC: I won't even begin with the fact we didn't go upstairs and I'll just nod and smile politely. 'Kay? *Is feeling in a sarcastic frame of mind*



<+Mihndrid> OOC This is what I get for just skimming the narration. Everyone: *gasp!* Me: What the hell are you people gasping about? Body? Eh?

<@Faelnon> OOC: lol



<+Gilth> OOC How was he killed?

<@Faelnon> OOC: blunt instrument

<+Mihndrid> OOC Yeah, blunt instrument o.o *hides her mace*

<@Faelnon> OOC: :D

<@Faelnon> OOC: *hides his head*

<+Gilth> OOC that could be anything...a chair, bottle of wine, even a table...

<@Faelnon> OOC: exactly.

øùú Foilae smacks Gilth with a blunt instrument that could be a chair, bottle of wine, even a table.



<+Varadrion> ooc: Don't they split up into diff directions?

<@Faelnon> OOC: I was refering to them not just going back the way they came, but going away from the original prints.

<+Gilth> OOC How can you distinguish those prints from any other traveller?

<+Mihndrid> OOC Jesus, all this fuss over a fat guy who gave us crummy meat.

<@Foilae> OOC: Well duh Faelnon... *rolleyes/

<@Faelnon> OOC: What did you say about randomly murdering a bartender?

<+Mihndrid> OOC Yeah, um, that wasn't me o.o Nope...er...yeah *edges away*

<@Faelnon> OOC: Gilth... cause I can? They are the freshest?

<@Faelnon> OOC: :)

<+Mihndrid> OOC One of them pissed while leaving, so, y'know, it was easy to track them.

<@Faelnon> OOC: lol

<+Gilth> OOC lol

<+Mihndrid> OOC ...I actually laughed outloud at that XD

øùú Faelnon looks at the bar coldly before following the group, telling the 'train to stay there.

<@Faelnon> OOC: telling the drivers probably made more sense. Faelnon: 'Train! Stay there. *'Train says and does nothing.* Faelnon: Damn straight.

<+Mihndrid> OOC hey! I was in the middle of typing something for that! *thwaps* jerk...

<@Faelnon> OOC: Er.... Stay there! - ... won't work, will it?

<+Gilth> OOC Hahahahahhaha



<@Faelnon> The path leads down a slope heading down into canyon. [Yes. A canyon right next to a village. Why not.... I wrote this at 4:00am, sue me]

<@Faelnon> A canyon with the worlds biggest strip club (Calm down Varadrion!)

<+Varadrion> ooc: Woo

øùú Gilth blairs a trumpet, charges forward, tripps on a rock and falls down the canyon

øùú Gilth gets up, shakes himself off, and puts away his trumpet

øùú Faelnon grins evilly, rubbing his hands together thinging about the strippers......... er..... who are definately NOT MALE. DrCBXXX:I DO NOT SWING THAT WAY!

03/07/29 20:22:28 Make the tracks end at a strip joint. Just for irony.

03/07/29 20:22:45 Er... okay

03/07/29 20:22:52 XD

03/07/29 20:23:10 Inside Faelnon's head: HAHA!! YESSSSSSSSSSS

03/07/29 20:23:21 lol

03/07/29 20:23:27 Faelnon's head: Male strippers!

03/07/29 20:23:35 XD!!



03/07/29 20:56:20 [os] signoff Mihndrid (I feel loved when I'm missed.....MISS ME DAMNIT)



øùú Foilae says, 'We should head along the ridge, that way we can ambush whoever did this.' [the murder, not the strip club]

<+Mihndrid> OOC Maybe the mafia gangsters in the strip club did it

øùú Faelnon states, 'We will head down the canyon, fight them directly.'

<@Faelnon> OOC: oh, good point



øùú Gilth wonders if Mihndrid found the sarcasm in HIS voice.

øùú Mihndrid did, don't you worry yourself.



øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae go, satisfied that he final

<@Faelnon> OOC:... I hate that enter key



<+Mihndrid> OOC Once my keyboard got screwed up and the spacebar was my enter key

<@Foilae> OOC: O_o

<+Mihndrid> OOC So-I-had-to-type-like-this-for-like-a-month

<@Faelnon> OOC: O_O.



øùú Gilth does a handstand and splits his pants

øùú Mihndrid rolls her eyes and mutters, "When will the insanity end?"

øùú Faelnon kicks Gilth down the slope.

<+Mihndrid> OOG Good man, Faely!

<@Faelnon> OOC: thank you, thank you

øùú Gilth feels the sharp kick on his hind where it is ripped and tumbles down the slope

<@Faelnon> OOC: seems

øùú Gilth gets up and shakes a fist at Faelnon

<+Mihndrid> OOG: The drivers will probably ransack the train, cheer, take their clothes off, dance on the roof, and drive off a cliff. Any questions?

<@Faelnon> OOC: Did you add the nekkid drivers just to cheer up Faelnon?

<@Faelnon> OOC: or make him extra happy, whatever.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Could be.



øùú Foilae wonders who is going to get his collection of antique daggers when he is brutally murdered by the inevitable ambush that no-one seemed to have intellegence to realise will happen.

[Good man, Foilae, always thinking of the important things in life. And in case you are wondering – I get them –Shandor]



øùú Mihndrid sighs, "Remember Faelnon, if we're screwed, its all your fault."

øùú Faelnon says, 'You followed.'

øùú Foilae grumbles, 'Great, can I go then?'

<+Mihndrid> OOG: No you idiot, have a damn Shandor flashback XD

øùú Faelnon states darkly, 'Certainly.'

<@Faelnon> OOC: I know, I remember, I jsut don't want him to :P

<+Mihndrid> OOG: You're no fun :'(

<@Foilae> OOC: Exactly, but I am. All follow me!



øùú Gilth savagely attacks a boulder

øùú Varadrion ducks against a wall and looks up

<@Faelnon> OOC: O_o, I think the Gravity-Boulder tag team will win, Gilth.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: A random wall to duck behind? o.o

øùú Gilth follows Vardrions example

<@Faelnon> OOC: We bring walls with us :)

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Oh, how clever ^.^



<+Varadrion> ooc: VERY cheap shot at the cripple, lol

<@Faelnon> OOC: lol, I didn't actually mean that the way it came out. Foilae is away from the group, and isn't that much of a threat being that distance away.



øùú Foilae looks at the creature that doesn't attack him and thinks it was mighty considerate of it to respect his wishes.



øùú Gilth tries to decide who to help…the cripple, or the defencless gnome

<@Faelnon> OOC: well, the cripple isn't being attacked. Although, if you want to help, you could get him some popcorn.

[Can I get some popcorn too? –Shandor]



øùú Mihndrid dances lightly out of the way of the monster, still singing. When a good distance away, she raises one hand and points it at the rock creature

<+Mihndrid> OOG Yay! popcorn! *kicks the enter key*



øùú Faelnon tries to distract one of the creatures from attacking Mihndrid, this seems to work. The obvious downside being that the creature now was interested in him.

<@Faelnon> OOC:... no... not in that sense.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Do tell, what gender are the creatures? XD

<@Foilae> OOC: :D

[Heh heh... we are going to have to go uber-clear and politically correct with everything Faelnon says and does.

Faelnon: Does that mean I can’t dance in a pink tutu.

Faelnon: What the?! I didn’t say that, hey, stop that!

Shandor: *Cackle*

-Shandor]



<+Mihndrid> OOG: Dude, just tell me if the fiery [Sqigglyinated] is doing something or not before I cut up the poor gal's hand more :P

<@Faelnon> OOC: lol

<@Faelnon> The boulders become rather darkened, but appear to have no other effect.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: ...crispy! :D

<@Faelnon> OOC: mmm... cripsy duck... Oh wait, what are we doing?

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Um...eating crispy duck! :D Here, have some



øùú Mihndrid sighs, holding one hand with the other. Now it was confirmed, she wasn't almost defenceless, she was god freaking doomed [Haha! Whee! XD]



<+Varadrion> ooc: not that I don't like getting my ass whipped, but wouldn't it be nice to have some sword-fodder for once? lol

<@Faelnon> OOC: You are the sword-fodder.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: I gotta go.

<+Mihndrid> OOG: Have fun ass-kicking



<@Faelnon> OOC: Faelnon had a suggestion, but now I think he'll just go watch the male strippers.

[Ha! You did say that. Bi-otch. –Shandor]



øùú Gilth blocks the blow with the flat of his sword

<@Faelnon> The sword shatters from the force of the blow.

<+Gilth> OOC !!! That sword was blessed!

<@Faelnon> OOC: These creatures are chunky :P



<@Faelnon> OOC: Best turn out evah.

<@Faelnon> OOC: Strip club for everyone!