Session IV - Breaking Down

Organiser's Comment

Bah, a whole lot of nothing to rant about.

The session went without a hitch, fortunately.

Plot Summary

The blood rain has ended in Ograkk. The group are still within the confines of the palace. Shandor suggests visiting the other odd structure, a tower, for more information. The others agree and they are quickly ascending the path leading to the tower's entrance. Faelnon finds to his displeasure that the buckle on one of his boots has broken during the travels. They reach the tower's entrance and go within to discover a simple room, its walls are covered in markings and carvings, which Faelnon quickly translates. He reveals that this tower will destroy the world, or aid in its destruction. There is crystal on the roof that will be struck by lightning from the near-black clouds, the lightning will then be refracted and will hit specially built courtyards. It will then begin killing everything. The group quickly ascend the steps to the first floor. After several minutes, they manage to get themselves to the next floor. Tengu leans against a wall, which, to his surprise, grabs him around the chest and places a sword at his throat. He is advised not to struggle as the group try and work out how to make it release him. Faelnon states that there should be several stones of different colours. Shandor finds one and presses it, only to have the sword press harder against Tengu's throat. Cyria presses another, to have the wall around Tengu's chest release and slither back into the wall. Thor spots a final stone and taps it, the other outcrop of stone flies back into the surrounding structure. Fascinated, and a little disturbed, by the magic or technology they continue up. They decide that no Orc could've made this tower and that it must be a construct of the Seventh. The next room is quite bland, all of the stones are identical in length. There is a simple staircase up. There are many tiny holes on the walls. Isondil and Faelnon head up the stairs, before the others can follow, a drop of energy is released from a pipe, it hurtles itself at the stairs, tripling in size every second. It hits the stairs, which glow briefly before exploding into a thousand fragments. Faelnon and Isondil have to continue on their own as more drops of energy pass across the room. The others try and get down, but find the stairway blocked.

On the roof Faelnon and Isondil find themselves confronting the Seventh, in orc-form. There is a grand pedestal, upon which is the crystal. Faelnon makes a break for the pedestal, to be knocked away by the Seventh. Isondil begins scuffling with the Seventh. Downstairs, Shandor's sword is destroyed by another of the drops. He spots two odd stones - smaller than the others - on each wall. Taking a rough guess based on the stones in the room below, he calls for the others to press them. Tengu, Cyria, Ariea and Shandor press a total of eight at once, they all lock inwards as the drops stop. Above, Isondil has been wounded and Faelnon has been caught by the Seventh and cannot escape. He swings his foot wildly to have his loose boot slip off and collide with the pedestal, which tips over. The crystal shatters. Isondil has gotten to his feet and manages to aim a sword into the Seventh's chest. Infuriated, the Seventh begins to change. Soon, a fully grown dragon is atop the tower, he has a large, deep gash from the sword wound along his underbelly. The tower is not thrilled with this new weight and makes its complaints known. The dragon takes off, dealing a final stomp to the tower. The tower has had enough and promptly begins to collapse. The stairway is now clear, with the defeat of the trap, and the group take off down them. Faelnon and Isondil follow behind as quickly as possible. The tower finishes collapsing in a slightly drunk manner as the entire group has escaped. Rue, who has arrived at the base of the tower, is rather startled by the group charging towards her and a tower falling above her, she too, takes off at a sprint.

They finally manage to stop running and begin back towards the 'train. After they reach the train they quickly settle down to sleep.

During the night Isondil receives a dream from Faelnon's daughter, who foretells the destruction of Viirnial and the death of Isondil's wife. He wakes up and proceeds to wake up just about everyone on the 'train. Shandor comes out to see what the racket is, after Isondil explains what happened, Shandor tells everyone to get back to sleep, he would try to contact Esal. However, the orb appears to be glowing faintly blue and is not working.

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

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<@Narrator> It is early morning. The blood-rain has ended in Ograkk, which remains completely abandoned.

<@Narrator> Caeilie has been murdered, by Varadrion, who, apparently, was under the control of a being called the 'Seventh', who is the previously-undiscovered seventh dragon of the magical dragons created by a statuette activated by Shandor.

<@Narrator> A heavy cloud cover remains above the city.

øùú Shandor sits on the steps leading from the front door of the palace to the dirt ground.

øùú Faelnon has translated all of the pillars, they haven't revealed anything note-worthy, and some of it didn't make sense, to him at least.

øùú Thor wanders about seeing if everyone is awake.

øùú Tengu finishes his morning meditations and leaves his room.

øùú Ariea is standing quietly in the garden of the palace. She is remembering Caeilie, and the picture of his family. 'They have no idea.' She states quietly to herself.

øùú Isondil gets up and walks down the stairs

øùú Ariea leaves the garden and sees Isondil, 'Hi.'

øùú Cyria stretches and stands up to leave her room

øùú Isondil sees Ariea and says 'Hello, how are you?'

øùú Faelnon has taken himself to the kitchen to look for anything edible.

øùú Ariea says, 'I'm okay.' Her gaze seems to fall where the corpse of Caeilie had lain.

øùú Tengu sees everyone's downstairs and decides to join them.

øùú Isondil notices Tengu and says 'Hi Tengu'

øùú Ariea nods politely to Tengu and manages a brief smile.

øùú Tengu traces Ariea’s glance, shakes his head then nods greeting.

øùú Faelnon returns from the kitchen with a few slices of bread, 'Not much else in there but bread... I guess the Seventh didn't need to eat.'

øùú Shandor breaks his silence from the stairs, 'He is, after all, just a magical entity.'

øùú Cyria asks Faelnon, "May I have some bread?"

øùú Faelnon nods, 'Of course,' and passes her two slices.

øùú Thor goes outside through the doorway and stands near Shandor.

øùú Isondil stifles a yawn

øùú Thor asks quietly, 'What do we do now?'

øùú Faelnon makes his way outside, too.

øùú Shandor looks towards the tower, 'We need to investigate that.'

øùú Faelnon glances at Shandor, 'Hmm?'

øùú Shandor says, 'This palace and that tower were created by the Seventh. The palace held info, the tower might hold more.'

øùú Cyria takes a bite one of the pieces and looks over at the tower

øùú Faelnon states quietly, 'Speaking of, there was one detail I didn't mention from the translation, as I can't make sense of it. The last pillar seemed to be jumbled phrases, but the only complete sentence read, 'Death from the Tower.'

øùú Isondil looks over to the tower

øùú Shandor looks towards the tower, stabbing out from the rock far into the sky, 'I guess we go to the tower then.'

<@Narrator> The tower extends out of the peak of a natural mound, it is constructed from the same quite-light stone that the palace was.

øùú Shandor stands up, 'Okay all, let's get a moving. We can't waste time.'

øùú Isondil nods in agreement and walks over to the doors

øùú Tengu nods, "Lets go."

øùú Shandor begins towards a small path that leads up to the tower's entrance.

øùú Faelnon stops and bends down to fasten his boots, disgruntled, he discovers that one of the buckles has broken somewhere along the way.

øùú Isondil follows Shandor towards the tower

øùú Ariea keeps close beside Shandor, considering the city, now covered in dried blood, to be quite disturbing.

øùú Faelnon trips over a small rock on the path. He braces himself in time to avoid hitting his face off the ground, but is still annoyed.

øùú Cyria smiles looking back at Faelnon

øùú Faelnon gets back on his feet. He begins along to notice that the unbuckled boot has slid off. 'Just perfect...' He mutters, pulling the boot back on, 'That's going to fall off at every turn.'

øùú Shandor stifles a chuckle.

øùú Tengu glances at Faelnon and goes on following Shandor.

øùú Ariea looks at the sky, she whispers to herself, 'I really hope it doesn't 'rain' again.'

øùú Isondil looks around at Faelnon and says 'You okay?'

øùú Faelnon nods, dusting himself off.

øùú Shandor comes to a small door in the side of the rock. 'I guess this leads into the tower.'

øùú Isondil nods and turns around and follows the rest of the group

øùú Shandor presses against the door, it swings open cleanly.

øùú Shandor steps inside.

<@Narrator> The room is quite dark except for the light coming in via the door. It is a nondescript room, the walls are, however, covered in carvings. In the centre is a spiral staircase leading up.

øùú Cyria says, "Kind of a small door considering this was an orcish city"

øùú Thor takes a look about, 'Good craftsmanship, for it te be made by Orcs...'

øùú Shandor nods at Cyria, 'Rather odd, and it seems to be the only entrance.'

øùú Isondil walks through the door

øùú Faelnon looks at the walls and immediately goes over to investigate.

øùú Shandor turns to Faelnon, 'Can you translate that any time soon?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I've got a rough grasp of this dialect now, shouldn't take long.'

øùú Tengu pushes in through the door, sniffing air.

øùú Shandor nods and looks about.

øùú Shandor begins up the spiral staircase, but there is a large, jammed and locked trapdoor before he can reach the next floor.

øùú Isondil looks at the some of the cravings on the walls but cannot translate them

øùú Thor pokes the wall with his axe, 'Hmm, solid enough.'

øùú Cyria follows Shandor up and asks, "Think you can break it open?"

øùú Shandor shrugs, 'Possibly, I'll give Faelnon a moment or two more, first.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Oh dear...'

øùú Ariea says, 'Oh what?'

øùú Cyria nods and heads back down the stairs

øùú Shandor says, 'Oh jeesh.'

øùú Isondil stands at the doorway and looks outside at the blood covered ground

øùú Thor says, 'Oh, bad news, right?'

øùú Shandor says, 'Faelnon, I do not want to hear it, pretend you didn't translate it.'

øùú Isondil turns around and looks at Faelnon

øùú Faelnon points to a section of the wall, 'This tower is trying to destroy the world.'

øùú Shandor says, 'Before the other thing? That's just impolite...'

øùú Tengu starts turning around.

øùú Faelnon passes the others and looks out of the door at Ograkk, 'It either destroys the world, or helps destroy the world, there's a word or two I'm not sure on.'

øùú Isondil sighs and says 'Great'

øùú Shandor says, 'And you were just going with the more dramatic one?'

øùú Faelnon spots what he wishes he didn't, 'That courtyard..., yes, and one over there.'

øùú Shandor says, 'Explanation please...'

øùú Isondil listens closely for Faelnon's response

øùú Faelnon says, 'This tower is going to channel the remaining energy in those clouds and send it through a crystal, which will refract it to several points, all of which were carefully constructed courtyards, The energy will begin to destroy the earth and life. Plants and other life will begin to die.'

øùú Cyria says, "What if we find a way to destroy the tower?"

øùú Shandor says, 'I wonder who's been stocking up on cheap apocalypses...'

øùú Tengu says, "Whoever constructed this thing must have cared to protect it."

øùú Thor says, 'The tower's built pretty solidly, I dunnae know 'ow we'd knock it down.'

øùú Isondil says ‘Can't we destroy the courtyards as well?'

øùú Isondil says 'Or just destroy the crystal?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I'm not sure what you are suggesting. The courtyards are simply areas for the energy to strike, I'm not sure how we could destroy them.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'The crystal’s destruction is probably our best bet.'

øùú Shandor comments, 'We need to get past that trapdoor, though, and it is locked or bolted from the other side, and possibly has something on top of it.'

øùú Thor says, 'What if we simply 'ack it te pieces?'

øùú Shandor shrugs, 'Worth a shot.'

øùú Thor grins and taps the blade of his axe with his free hand.

øùú Tengu shrugs and stands a distance away from the trapdoor.

øùú Thor heads up there and hits the trapdoor as powerfully as possible with the axe, it only cause a light chip though.

øùú Thor says, 'There's room for another couple te get their blades in, it'd probably save me time.'

øùú Shandor looks about, 'Volunteers?'

øùú Shandor shrugs and takes his sword and goes to help Thor.

øùú Tengu says, "No blades. Never needed them."

øùú Isondil takes out his thin rapier and says ' Sure don't know if it'll do any good though'

øùú Shandor nods, 'Well, you can try.'

øùú Shandor hits it in the same spot as Thor, not much more damage is inflicted however.

øùú Ariea leans against a wall.

øùú Isondil nods and walks up the spiral staircase

øùú Cyria sits down and says, "This could take a while..."

øùú Isondil begins to hack into the trapdoor but doesn't make much of an impression

øùú Thor says, 'I think I know 'ow te brin' it down faster. Aim for that point.' He indicates the area, where two planks join, with his axe.

øùú Shandor nods and tries driving his sword up through, it doesn't work, however.

øùú Thor begins hacking at it.

øùú Isondil nods and drives his rapier between the joints

øùú Faelnon vows to himself, 'Next time another End of the World comes, I'm just going to go and either get very drunk, or go to sleep.'

<@Narrator> The trapdoor gives way, two of the four large planks constructing it groan and snap, a long plank of wood that had been pinning the door down follows them to the ground beneath.

øùú Shandor jumps out of the way and comes crashing to the floor.

øùú Thor dodges the planks.

øùú Isondil blocks one of the planks heading towards him

øùú Thor squeezes up, unbolts the door and pulls it up.

øùú Cyria watches the blanks fall to the ground below

øùú Shandor says, already half-way through, 'Let's move it.'

øùú Ariea nods and hurries up the staircase into the next room.

øùú Faelnon warns, 'The tower maybe filled with certain devices, I ask that everyone leaves them be.'

øùú Shandor looks about an empty, square room, 'Yes, these devices look positively deadly.'

øùú Faelnon rolls his eyes.

øùú Isondil grins at Shandor

øùú Tengu nods, stands up and climbs up the stairs.

øùú Thor says, 'I gotta admit, I was expectin' a wee bit more.'

øùú Shandor looks up at the ceiling and sees a pull-down ladder, 'Going up...'

øùú Tengu says, "The most deadly thing is death itself, but you can't see it."

øùú Shandor pulls on the ladder, it refuses to move.

øùú Thor grins, 'Nope, the most deadly thin' is Ariea's cookin', we 'aven't 'ad any of that yet, though.'

øùú Ariea looks at Thor, 'Don't make me add poison to your meal...'

øùú Isondil grins at Thor

øùú Thor smirks, 'More than normal?'

øùú Isondil stifles a laugh

øùú Cyria smiles

øùú Faelnon looks at the staircase, trying to maintain a calm face while grinning to himself.

øùú Shandor says, pulling on it again, 'It won't budge...'

øùú Faelnon tries pulling on it too.

øùú Cyria looks puzzled and asks, "Is anything keeping it locked in place?"

øùú Isondil approaches Shandor and looks up at the ladder and says 'Maybe we could tie a rope to the bottom rung and pull it down?

øùú Faelnon reports, 'That is quite stuck...'

<@Narrator> From the spiral stairs comes a disconcerting echo of footsteps.

øùú Shandor cocks an eyebrow and turns towards the stairs.

øùú Cyria turns toward the stairs

øùú Isondil turns around and looks around to check if it is one of the group

øùú Thor 's grip on his axe tightens.

<@Narrator> There is a faint sound of metal touching stone from the stairwell.

øùú Cyria mutters, "I don't like the sound of that..."

øùú Ariea is on the other side of the room, but her hand rests on the hilt of her blade.

øùú Isondil takes out his bow slowly but doesn't put an arrow onto the string in case it could be a friend

øùú Tengu doesn't turn, but grabs his staff more firmly.

øùú Faelnon says, 'Nor to I.'

øùú Calaryn comes walking up the stairs

øùú Shandor sighs with relief, 'Calaryn!'

øùú Ariea smiles at Calaryn.

øùú Calaryn looks around surprised 'All that for little me?'

øùú Cyria smiles, "You had us worried"

øùú Isondil sighs and replaces his bow

øùú Tengu nods and finally turns his face to Calaryn, "Greetings"

øùú Thor puts his axe on his belt again.

øùú Calaryn nods at Tengu

øùú Faelnon smiles, 'Calaryn, you join us at our most desperate hour, we face a most impossible task how to get these stairs down.'

øùú Isondil nods To Calaryn

øùú Cyria laughs at Faelnon's comment

øùú Cyria asks, "Why don't we send someone up to figure out why it is stuck, we can still climb up it, even if it is stuck, we will just need to push someone up"

øùú Shandor says, 'It is folded up and has covered the hole up...'

øùú Shandor walks around it, 'Hmm, maybe.'

øùú Shandor tries pulling it from a different location and it begins to hiss at him.

øùú Shandor instantly lets it go and backs several feet away.

<@Narrator> With a small bang and high-pitched whine, the stairs fly down and the end smashes into the floor.

øùú Ariea says, 'How'd it do that?'

øùú Faelnon looks at the stairs, intrigued.

øùú Isondil says 'This doesn't look good'

øùú Cyria says startled, "Ummm that works too"

øùú Shandor glares at the stairs before ascending them carefully.

øùú Calaryn smiles 'I'm not first one up'

<@Narrator> The next room is identical to the one beneath, except for a metal desk on one side.

øùú Faelnon continues to look at the stairs, 'Hmm, maybe some kind of technology? More likely magic though.'

øùú Faelnon shrugs and goes up the stairs.

øùú Calaryn follows

øùú Isondil follows Faelnon up the stairs

øùú Tengu climbs up.

øùú Tengu comes close to the wall and leans against it absentmindedly.

<@Narrator> Before Tengu can act, the rock of the wall moves, a section of it comes out and lifts Shandor's sword from its sheath and brings it up to Tengu's throat. Another section clamps around his chest.

øùú Shandor jumps away as he feels something remove his sword.

øùú Shandor looks towards Tengu, 'Oh dear.'

øùú Tengu stops breathing, trying to figure out what holds him.

øùú Shandor comments, 'This is odd.'

øùú Ariea looks at Shandor and says sarcastically, 'Really?'

øùú Isondil looks at Tengu and wonders how this happened

øùú Faelnon approaches the wall and says, 'Don't try and struggle, it might react... unpleasantly.'

øùú Calaryn says 'hmmm'

øùú Thor tightens his grip on his axe, 'Maybe we can smash it te wee pieces.'

øùú Tengu says, "Uh... Faelnon... is right..."

øùú Ariea points out, 'But if that wall just put a sword to his throat, couldn't it just as easily kill him?'

øùú Thor shrugs, 'We could smash it before it does anything...'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I don't think that will be necessary, we just need to work out how to make it return to its original state.'

øùú Calaryn tries to stay as far away as possible

øùú Tengu gulps carefully.

øùú Shandor asks, 'Any ideas?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'None at the moment...'

øùú Faelnon looks towards the desk, 'It is the only thing out of place compared with the last room. Hmm.'

øùú Cyria says, "Tengu might have triggered some sort of trap, so maybe we could recreate the incident we could reverse it?"

øùú Faelnon crosses the room and takes a look around the desk.

øùú Shandor turns to Cyria and says, 'Possibly, would you care to volunteer to have a blade at your throat?'

øùú Cyria says, "I will pass on that one"

øùú Shandor smiles a half-smile.

øùú Tengu mutters, trying to keep his neck away from the blade, "I knew that stone can kill... But taking prisoners..."

øùú Calaryn smiles

øùú Faelnon has looked about the metal desk and has found a small note, it was a most peculiar note in the sense that every word was written in a different language. The first was Elven, the next Orc, then Gnome, human, Halfling, Dwarven, finally Troll, the next word was Elven and the pattern restarted.

øùú Faelnon says, 'I think this roughly says..., hmm, are their stones with a different colour there?'

øùú Shandor looks, 'Yes, there's one at the top of the, er, stuck out bit.'

øùú Faelnon nods, 'Try pressing that.'

øùú Shandor proceeds to touch the slightly red stone.

øùú Tengu feels the blade press against his throat harder, 'Stop!'

øùú Shandor steps away, 'Whoops, er, wrong stone?'

øùú Faelnon shrugs.

øùú Calaryn walks up to a wall

øùú Cyria points to a slightly green stone, "There is another one over there"

øùú Faelnon nods, 'Try it.'

øùú Tengu shuts his eyes.

øùú Cyria walks over and presses the stone

<@Narrator> The stone around Tengu's chest slithers back into the wall.

øùú Cyria sighs

øùú Calaryn sights

øùú Shandor points out, 'It still isn't away from his throat, and I'm not sure if he can get away without being a head shorter.'

øùú Ariea says, 'I don't see any others...'

øùú Thor looks up and spots a black stone on the underside of the outcrop, 'There's one.'

øùú Thor proceeds to press it.

øùú Shandor says, 'This could get nasty...'

øùú Isondil looks at Tengu with his breath held

<@Narrator> The stone flies into the wall, the sword narrowly misses Tengu's throat and crashes against the wall as the force holding it disappears.

øùú Tengu says, "Black? Could you... could you..."

øùú Shandor half-closes his eyes, trying to shield them from any blood.

øùú Calaryn looks at Tengu 'Are you okay?'

øùú Shandor opens his eyes, 'Ah, you are still alive... er, of course you are.'

øùú Tengu tries to move his head, "I suppose."

øùú Isondil sighs with relief

øùú Cyria says, "Someone wasn't in the best of moods when they made this tower"

øùú Shandor nods.

øùú Faelnon comments, 'Fascinating..., I've never seen technology or magic like this.'

øùú Shandor says to Faelnon, 'Then next time, we'll make sure you get to experience it first hand.'

øùú Cyria says, "There is no way orcs could produce something this advanced is there?"

øùú Isondil grins

øùú Faelnon says, 'I doubt it, this is definitely a construct of the Seventh.'

øùú Calaryn nods at Cyria

øùú Tengu walks closer to the middle of the room, passing around the sword.

øùú Shandor takes the sword back, 'Thanks.'

øùú Shandor states, 'Onwards and upwards.' he points to the next staircase, this one was already folded down.

øùú Tengu says, "Welcome. Don't want to test its sharpness again"

øùú Shandor smiles before climbing the stairs.

øùú Calaryn smiles 'after you'

øùú Isondil follows Shandor

<@Narrator> The next room appears to have no unseemly constructs. The bricks are bland, looking positively identical in length, the floor was the simple, inelegant wood used throughout. There is a basic wooden stair case leading up. There are several small holes in the walls, barely big enough for a fly to crawl through them.

øùú Cyria says, "For some reason I don't quite trust those holes"

øùú Shandor nods.

øùú Isondil takes the lead up the stairs

øùú Faelnon follows behind Isondil.

øùú Tengu says, "For some reasons I don’t trust the walls either"

<@Narrator> Before the others can follow there is the most hideous whining noise. From one of the holes shoots a tiny drop of energy, it flies towards to the staircase, tripling in size every second. It crashes into the staircase and leaves a faint blue glow.

<@Narrator> The staircase begins growingly brightly before it explodes into a thousand deadly splinters.

øùú Ariea yells as one hits her arm.

øùú Shandor ducks from one of the splinters as it whizzes over his shoulder.

øùú Calaryn throws her self to the ground

øùú Shandor says, 'Okay, whoever designed this place needs a good smacking.'

øùú Tengu stands from the floor, removing smaller splinters from his robes.

øùú Cyria limps over to the others with a large splinter in her leg

øùú Shandor moves over to Ariea to help her wound, 'Are you okay.'

øùú Cyria says, "I knew there was going to be a reason to hate those holes"

øùú Ariea nods, 'I don't think Cyria is.'

øùú Calaryn says 'is it really wise to continue?'

øùú Shandor goes over to Cyria and takes a look at the wound, 'I'm afraid I'm not a doctor.'

øùú Ariea says, 'The world is still going to end, so I would think so, yes.'

øùú Calaryn sighs 'Guess so'

øùú Shandor turns to Tengu, 'Could I borrow some of that robe?'

øùú Isondil turns to Faelnon and asks 'Are you ok?'

øùú Faelnon nods, 'I think I avoided it, you?'

øùú Tengu tears a strap from the flaps, "Sure"

øùú Isondil says 'I'm fine a little shaken but ok'

øùú Faelnon nods, before calling down to the group, 'Are you lot okay?'

øùú Tengu says, "Mostly".

øùú Shandor takes the strip of robe, 'Thanks.'

øùú Shandor says, 'I'm going to remove the splinter, okay?'

øùú Isondil looks around the room he and Faelnon are in

øùú Cyria says, "That’s a scary thought"

øùú Shandor pulls the splinter out quickly as possible and begins wrapping the robe-piece around the leg.

øùú Cyria cringes in pain

øùú Faelnon looks at the ruined staircase, 'I guess it is just us two to continue.' He calls down, 'This place isn't safe, get back down.'

øùú Tengu comes closer to where the ladder was, feeling somewhat uneasily with his wooden staff.

<@Narrator> Bang. The staircase from beneath swings itself up with a couple of quick whines and whirs. The sounds of bolts being forced across, or through, it are heard.

øùú Isondil looks at Faelnon and rolls his eyes

øùú Shandor says, 'I guess we just stay here then..'

<@Narrator> There is another hideous whine as another drop of energy hurtles itself across the room, it misses everything and disappears into another, precisely built, pipe.

øùú Isondil sighs and says' I suppose it's down to us then'

øùú Shandor looks about, 'How do we stop them?'

øùú Cyria says, "Where could that pipe go?

øùú Faelnon says to Isondil, 'Come on, there might be an answer further up.'

øùú Isondil nods

<@Narrator> The room Faelnon and Isondil are in is dark and simple, everything is stone, including the stone steps leading up.

øùú Shandor says, 'Probably it is finding a way to bite us...'

øùú Calaryn says 'help me up then'

øùú Shandor helps Calaryn to her feet.

øùú Isondil walks up the stone steps

øùú Faelnon heads up and presses against a trapdoor on top of the ceiling. 'Do you hear that?'

øùú Isondil nods, 'Sounds like a thunderstorm or something'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Either we are at the roof, or this is going to be one very interesting room.'

øùú Shandor looks into one of the pipes.

øùú Calaryn nods

øùú Shandor yelps and dives out of the way as a drop of energy hurtles itself through and disappears into another pipe.

øùú Ariea says, 'That's what you get for peeping in odd pipes.'

øùú Faelnon presses more forcefully against the trapdoor, It opens up, revealing more grey wall.

øùú Faelnon discreetly climbs up, the top of the tower is a flat surface, surrounded by battlements and a small gutter to remove rain water.

øùú Shandor hears another whining noise and ducks to the floor

<@Narrator> In the centre of the roof is a pedestal of sorts. It is constructed from three pillars and a marble plate on top. Atop that is a smaller, golden, pillar which is holding the crystal in place.

øùú Cyria says, "I think it is better if we say close to the floor

øùú Isondil follows Faelnon up onto the top of the tower

<@Narrator> There is a figure near the pedestal, he is looking towards the sky and is clearly an orc. He wears the golden necklace and waistband of bones that is given to the leaders of Ograkk.

øùú Shandor nods

øùú Faelnon says, 'Distract the Seventh, at least, I think it is the Seventh, I'll topple the tower.'

øùú Faelnon creeps towards the pedestal.

<@Narrator> The Orc, or the Seventh, snaps his head down from the sky and locks his gaze onto Faelnon and Isondil, he chuckles and picks a quarterstaff up that been lying on the ground. He swings it, striking Faelnon's chest and knocking him to the ground.

øùú Isondil nods and shouts out hey

øùú Shandor gets to his feet again to look about. Another whine and another drop. Shandor dives out of the way, but the drop hits his sword.

øùú Faelnon is coughing and cringing on the ground.

øùú Shandor looks at the sword as it begins to glow, 'Everyone, get away from that!'

øùú Shandor ducks to the floor and covers his face.

øùú Ariea shields her face as best she can.

øùú Tengu rolls away from the sword and hits the ground.

øùú Cyria turns around to shield herself

<@Narrator> The sword explodes into thousands of tiny fragments, none capable of inflicting damage.

øùú Isondil moves over to the Seventh

øùú Tengu stands to his knees, "At least our friends are in safety above."

øùú Shandor looks at the spot where his sword was, 'Ah, well, I guess it won't be bothering you again, Tengu.'

øùú Cyria says, "I am going to hurt you for that one Shandor"

øùú Faelnon gets to his feet and goes for the pedestal again. But the Seventh grabs him by the shoulders and hurls him towards the walls.

øùú Shandor grins, 'I'm quite, quite, scared.'

øùú Shandor says, 'That was a really nice sword though...'

øùú Isondil rushes over and knocks into the Seventh from behind

øùú Tengu nods, "I know. Sharp enough."

<@Narrator> Several more whines are heard in the room.

øùú Isondil lands on the ground as the seventh avoids him

øùú Faelnon swipes his foot out to try and trip the Seventh up, he, however, easily avoids it.

øùú Isondil picks himself up turns to face the seventh

øùú Shandor gets to his feet.

øùú Shandor says, 'We must find a way to turn these off.'

øùú Isondil avoids the Seventh's quarterstaff as he tries to swipe his legs from under him

øùú Shandor dives to the ground to avoid one of the bolts. He looks up and sees one of the walls, two stones are much smaller than the identical ones around.

øùú Cyria begins to yell, "Are you an idiot? Your going to get yourself killed!" but then stops realizing it is Shandor

øùú Ariea grins at Cyria, seeing what a ridiculous statement that was to Shandor.

øùú Shandor takes the time, lying perilously on the ground, not being able to avoid a bolt if it comes towards him, to look at the other three walls, each of them have two stones that are smaller.

øùú Isondil blocks the Seventh's attempt to strike him in the face with his wrist but hears something crack and yelps in pain

<@Narrator> The Seventh gets the upper hand in the scuffle and grabs Isondil's head, throwing him towards a wall.

øùú Faelnon makes a dash towards the pedestal.

øùú Shandor shouts, 'Press them!' Pointing quite wildly to the stones in question.

øùú Isondil lies motionless on the ground

<@Narrator> The Seventh grabs him around the neck.

øùú Faelnon struggles in vain to get away.

øùú Isondil rolls over and sees blood on his face and the Seventh holding Faelnon by the neck

øùú Tengu looks at the stones for a moment, then overwhelms himself and starts crawling to the nearest wall.

øùú Isondil struggles to get up and moves over towards the Seventh and Faelnon

øùú Ariea shuffles over to one wall, takes a deep breath before standing up and slamming her palms into two of the stones, which slide inwards.

øùú Shandor looks up at his wall and notes one doesn't have anyone there, 'Cyria, Calaryn, someone, get to that wall!'

<@Narrator> A lighting bolt falls gracefully from the sky and strikes the crystal, its energy blast out across the city, hitting hits designated courtyards, which glow briefly before being engulfed in a black flame. 'Need another!' The Seventh roars at the sky.

øùú Tengu spurts up and presses in the stones with all force.

øùú Isondil stumbles over and lies on the ground clutching his head

øùú Cyria gets to the wall and presses

øùú Shandor stands up and presses his, but he hears a whine coming from his wall, he gulps.

<@Narrator> All eight lock inwards. Silence over comes the room, no more hideous whines are heard. The staircase downwards whines briefly and falls back to its original state.

øùú Faelnon squirms before looking at the pedestal, he looks down at his footwear, he flings his foot forward as roughly as he can. Didn't work.

øùú Calaryn looks around shocked

øùú Faelnon tries it again, and success! The damaged boot slips from his foot and spins dizzily in the air before crashing onto the marble plate. The boot continues on its journey, knocking over the golden rod, it releases the crystal and allows gravity to take over.

<@Narrator> The crystal tumbles through the air before smashing on the ground, shattering into dozens of pieces.

<@Narrator> The Seventh growls and knocks Faelnon away, to the ground, 'Why must you always attempt to destroy our good plans? Oh well, I guess we'll just have to wait for the End.'

øùú Tengu hardly removes his palms from the stones and looks around.

øùú Shandor slumps to the floor, relieved.

øùú Ariea seems glued to the wall, just listening to the silence.

øùú Faelnon coughs deeply, peering at the Seventh.

øùú Isondil chooses the moment when the Seventh is distracted to strike. He rams the sword as powerfully as possible into the Seventh's chest

<@Narrator> The Seventh screeches a blood-curdling screech, 'You'll pay for that one.'

<@Narrator> Before their eyes, the Seventh's skin takes an even deeper shade of green. His eyes turn a blood-red as his jaws elongate, forming rows of sharp teeth. His size is growing rapidly too.

<@Narrator> Wings sprout from his back as his hands and feet form claws, his skin is also developing scales.

øùú Cyria says, "Now all that’s left is to hope Faelnon and Isondil are successful...I hope"

<@Narrator> A deep, very noticeable, red wound remains on his chest, trailing down across the underbelly which is a cream colour.

<@Narrator> The sudden weight of this creature causes the tower to creak and groan unappreciatively.

<@Narrator> The creature takes off, slamming its two feet onto the roof first. The tower groans again and dust tumbles from the structure. It begins to crumble as a few clumps of rock constructing the roof tumble outwards.

øùú Shandor whines, 'Oh, that cannot be good.'

øùú Tengu feels the tremor, "I agree..."

øùú Faelnon hollers to Isondil, 'Run!'

øùú Isondil nods and runs down the steps as fast as he can

øùú Shandor gets to his feet, 'Let's move it people! This tower sounds like it is coming down!'

øùú Calaryn starts running

øùú Ariea dashes down the steps.

øùú Tengu asks Cyria, "Can you run?"

øùú Shandor pauses at the top of the steps, 'Come on, Tengu, can you help Cyria?'

øùú Thor growls, 'She's gonna have te.'

øùú Cyria says, "I could use some help"

øùú Cyria staggers to her feet

øùú Ariea is dashing down the next staircase, muttering steps, 'This is bad news. Bad news equals running, very fast, and very far.'

øùú Tengu says, "Lean on me, quickly!"

øùú Cyria accepts Tengu’s offer and hurries down the stairs with his help

øùú Isondil jumps down through the trapdoor and into the room the group were in

øùú Tengu rushes down with Cyria with all their combined speed.

øùú Faelnon jumps down after, and ends up rolling along to the stairs.

øùú Calaryn follows the group

<@Narrator> A large section of wall groans and releases its grip from the rest of the structure, it tumbles through the air in an unadvised attempt to fly. It hits the ground and hurtles fragments of rocks everywhere.

øùú Isondil runs down the stairs and calls back 'You ok?'

øùú Shandor practically jumps past the stairs as he goes down.

øùú Faelnon says, 'As well as an aging man should be...'

øùú Shandor reaches the bottom of the tower and dashes out, and tries to carefully sprint down the path.

øùú Ariea is ahead of Shandor and is not running any slower.

øùú Thor is wheezing angrily, panting too, as he makes his way down the path.

øùú Rue , being outside, turns around when she hears a noise that sounds suspiciously like a building collapsing

øùú Faelnon gets to the bottom floor and dashes out.

øùú Rue squints when she sees familiar faces rushing at her.

<@Narrator> Another section of wall collapses inwards and causes the floor of the bolt-trap to crumble onto the one beneath. The other floors don't particularly enjoy this experience and end up crumbling onto the one beneath it.

øùú Shandor can't stop sprinting down the path, so hollers at Rue, 'Watch out!'

øùú Isondil continues running down the stairs and finally reaches the spiral staircase and dives out the door

øùú Faelnon begins down the path as quickly as possible.

øùú Tengu tries to manoeuvre them both evading falling rocks.

øùú Isondil rolls over and runs after Faelnon

øùú Cyria struggles with Tengu down the path

øùú Faelnon mumbles vaguely about a sea of information and technology being destroyed, and breaks into a sprint down the path, minus a boot.

øùú Rue yells "Shandor?" as she heeds his advice, seeing as rocks are hurtling towards her.

øùú Ariea tries to slow down and ends up sprinting right past Rue, nearly bumping into her.

<@Narrator> The tower's innards have found themselves on the ground floor. The remaining walls crack and fall, one falls over Ograkk and destroys several houses. One looks remotely drunk as it sways back and forth. This wall finally decides on falling outwards and slams into the palace, the glass dome is shattered and it takes along the dining room and a section of the main hall.

øùú Tengu nearly runs into Rue, then tells her to run with self-explanative gesture.

øùú Rue nods at Tengu and runs even faster.

øùú Shandor hollers to Rue, 'I'll explain later, I promise, if I'm not crushed.'

øùú Rue smirks and nods "Good deal!"

<@Narrator> The final two walls try going inwards, but end up colliding with each other as they go and landing at the bottom as a mangled pile of fragments.

<@Narrator> The Seventh, meanwhile, seems to have decided that Ograkk isn't the best place to end the world, so has disappeared into the clouds to find a better venue.

øùú Rue looks up at the sky "What in Tarkna was that?"

øùú Shandor decides on the best way to stop - falling down. He proceeds to do so and rolls along before slowly coming to a halt.

øùú Shandor gets up and brushes the dust from his outfit, 'That was a tower falling over, erm, one of nature’s most wondrous sights?'

øùú Calaryn just stares at Shandor

øùú Thor comes to a halt.

øùú Rue quite literally screeches to a halt, tumbling over and landing on her face in the process.

øùú Ariea has been forced to come to a halt when she realises that she hasn't been breathing enough to continue.

øùú Ariea stops, breathing quickly, but deeply.

øùú Cyria looks around at the destruction and says, "Is it just me, or does it seem like WE are the ones bringing on the destruction of the world?"

øùú Shandor says, 'It does seem to be our habit...'

øùú Isondil grins at Cyria

øùú Calaryn nods 'I had a calm life before I met you'

øùú Rue looks around, bewildered.

øùú Shandor says, 'And you wouldn't trade it for the world, right?'

øùú Cyria smiles, "Its a long story, we will explain later Rue"

øùú Rue rubs a bruise forming on her chin and nods at Cyria. "I look forward to it."

øùú Shandor coughs and states, 'Perhaps we should head back to the 'train?'

øùú Isondil nods in agreement

øùú Cyria says, "Great idea"

øùú Calaryn says 'I could need some rest'

øùú Rue groans. "The ‘train? Again? Can't you find another form of transportation Shandor?"

øùú Faelnon nods weakly.

øùú Shandor says, 'If you want we could get the dragons, you know, the nice friendly ones, like the one that just destroyed the tower...'

øùú Faelnon says, 'The Seventh...' He launches into a detailed account of what happened on the roof.

øùú Shandor listens while walking back towards the 'train.

øùú Isondil wipes the blood from the side of his head where he hit the wall

øùú Thor grins merrily, 'Well, wasn't that fun?'

øùú Rue rubs her temple. "Another apocalypse?"

øùú Shandor nods, 'Pretty much, I reckon someone is selling them very cheap nowadays.'

øùú Rue sighs. "Probably..."

øùú Ariea looks at Thor, 'You thought that was fun?'

øùú Cyria says, "They could at least be a little creative and go with a genocide"

øùú Thor nods, still grinning, 'Great laugh. Sometimes, we'd have races to see who could get out of a tunnel the fastest...'

øùú Rue pictures herself walking up to a shady market stall. "Yes, I'd like to buy an apocalypse..."

øùú Isondil thinks that Thor is quite strange if he found that fun

øùú Rue scoots a few inches away from Thor.

øùú Tengu paces in the rear, trying to find anything funny about the situation.

øùú Faelnon finishes explaining what happened on the roof top.

øùú Faelnon adds, 'Thor, when you boast about this in a pub, and I'm sure you will, could I still have both of my boots? I think it would make a far better tale.'

øùú Rue sighs and stretches out. "Well...I guess I've inadvertently signed on for another adventure, eh?"

øùú Shandor nods, 'Us too, I want to be at home, lazily stopping less powerful End of the World's. But we all seem stuck with this one.'

øùú Shandor sees the 'train. 'Home, sweet moving-home.'

øùú Rue sighs. "I'd rather...well...actually, I'd rather be with a band of friends, seeing as there's no home for me to go to. Guess I'm really stuck with my wish, huh?"

øùú Shandor shrugs, 'At least you are with friends.'

øùú Isondil moves over to the train

øùú Rue nods.

øùú Shandor climbs onto the 'train, he goes to check on the drivers and comes back a few moments later

øùú Shandor reports, 'They're fine, very perturbed by the blood rain, which, by the way, has really damaged the coating on the 'train.'

øùú Calaryn jumps up on the train

øùú Isondil climbs onto the train

øùú Rue boards the train and claims an empty cabin.

øùú Shandor enters his cabin.

øùú Shandor removes the orb from his backpack, it is glowing faintly blue again. He shrugs and sets it in his chest.

øùú Tengu climbs in the train.

øùú Shandor leaves and makes his way down to the food-storage cabin to add all the spices and herbs he took from the palace.

øùú Isondil reaches his cabin and sits on his bed

øùú Faelnon says, 'Well, I'm heading to my cabin to sleep, and to pout over my lost boot...'

øùú Cyria enters the train and heads to her cabin

øùú Faelnon enters his cabin and settles down to sleep.

øùú Ariea enters her cabin and sits on the bed.

øùú Calaryn walks to her cabin

øùú Shandor returns and bids the others a good night.

øùú Thor finds his cabin and randomly sets his axe and armour anywhere.

øùú Isondil moves over and washes his face in a small wash bowl

øùú Ariea settles down to sleep.

øùú Rue sets her things down on the bed and sorts through them all.

øùú Rue places an emergency dagger on the little table next to her bed and places all of her other supplies underneath the bed.

øùú Tengu enters his cabin and starts cleaning his robe from dust, blood and whatever.

øùú Rue glances in the mirror and rubs the bruise on her chin.

øùú Isondil dries his face and lies down on his bed looking up at the roof of the cabin

<@Narrator> Night settles upon the abandoned city as the group lie asleep.

<@Narrator> 'Isondil?' A voice calls. Isondil finds himself no longer in Ograkk, but at a port. It is instantly recognisable as Viirnial, 'Isondil,' the figure repeats, she is Faelnon's daughter, 'Isondil you have to do something. Viirnial will be destroyed, your wife will be killed, please, stop it. Get father and the others to Viirnial, there is no time to wait.'

<@Narrator> The image of the port changes to a small house where a young elven maiden is outside, looking up at the bright blue sky. She smiles and looks about. She is Uryviel, Isondil's wife.

<@Narrator> Above, a terrifying roar is heard. A dragon sweeps through the sky and hurls fire at the city. Faelnon's daughter appears before Isondil, 'You've got to stop this, please.'

øùú Isondil sits up and gets out of bed quickly

øùú Isondil runs out of his cabin and call's loudly 'Shandor!, Faelnon!

øùú Shandor turns in his sleep, but continues sleeping.

øùú Rue sits up and blinks away the fog from sleeping.

øùú Isondil runs into random cabins looking for groups members or Shandor or Faelnon

øùú Shandor yawns as his eyes open, he can vaguely here a clamour. His hand groggily reaches out and grabs the hilt of his sword.

øùú Rue grabs Isondil as he bursts into her cabin. "What's going on?"

øùú Tengu opens his eyes, but realizes that he wasn't mentioned and shuts them again.

øùú Shandor clambers out of bed and goes to the door, he opens it, sword ready to strike. Nothing there.

øùú Shandor shrugs, and makes the decision just to go back to bed.

øùú Isondil says shakily 'had a dream... Faelnon's daughter ...my wife ...Viirinal'

øùú Calaryn wakes up cause of all noises

øùú Ariea complains, 'What's that noise?'

øùú Isondil says quickly ' I must find Shandor or Faelnon I fear Viirinal will be destroyed'

øùú Shandor shrugs, returning to bed, 'Probably nothing.'

øùú Rue nods. "It's ok...just calm down."

øùú Faelnon looks around his room, having been disturbed from his slumber. But he is too tired to do anything about it and just tries to go back to sleep.

øùú Isondil says 'We need to warn them'

øùú Rue nods. "We should...but it was just a dream." Rue pauses. "We should find them anyways."

øùú Rue yells "Shandor! Faelnon!!"

øùú Shandor groans, 'What on earth do people want?'

øùú Isondil says 'Cmon' and runs out of Rue's cabin

øùú Shandor says, getting out of bed once more, 'If the world is ending, I'm going to help it end just so I can get back to sleep.'

øùú Calaryn looks out her door

øùú Rue runs behind Isondil

øùú Tengu opens his eyes again, but again it appears that he's not needed, so he returns to his sleep.

øùú Shandor leaves his cabin wondering what the Tarkna could be so bad.

øùú Rue runs straight into Shandor.

øùú Shandor is knocked to the ground.

øùú Cyria awakens from her sleep due to the racket but could care less at the time she is so tired

øùú Shandor looks at Rue, 'After all the effort I put into not hitting into you outside the tower...'

øùú Isondil helps Shandor up

øùú Rue grins. "Oops."

øùú Shandor says, 'Now, someone better had tell me what the Tarkna is going on.'

øùú Shandor smiles at Rue.

øùú Rue ,still sitting on the ground, motions to Isondil. "He had a nightmare."

øùú Shandor rolls his eyes, 'Sadly, your mother isn't around to read you a bed-time story to help, Isondil.'

øùú Shandor continues, 'Really, a nightmare!'

øùú Isondil says 'I had a dream, Faelnon's daughter was in it and warned me that Virrinal would be destroyed'

øùú Shandor looks at Isondil for a moment before recalling the earlier encounters with Faelnon's daughter. 'Hmm,' he states thoughtfully, 'I'll tell the drivers to take us to Viirnial, and I'll try to contact Esal, come with me if you like...'

øùú Shandor returns to his cabin and unlocks his chest.

øùú Rue squints at Shandor. "Why the sudden change of mind?"

øùú Shandor removes the orb, which continues to glow blue.

øùú Calaryn closes the door and gets dressed

øùú Rue follows Shandor into his cabin and leans against the wall. "What's that?"

øùú Shandor says, 'Faelnon's daughter has been popping up several times, and things she says seem to end up happening.'

øùú Shandor explains, 'This is a prototype communication orb that Esal designed, it allows us to see and talk with him.'

øùú Rue nods, only slightly less confused.

øùú Shandor tries to get it to work, 'However, it is currently glowing blue for some odd reason, and seems to be on the fritz.'

øùú Shandor flicks the orb.

øùú Rue cocks an eyebrow. "Did you...drop it?"

øùú Shandor shakes his head. 'Well, actually, yes, once, but we caught it before it could actually fall...'

øùú Shandor says, 'I'm afraid there is little else we can do.'

øùú Calaryn walks out from her cabin

øùú Rue nods.

øùú Rue looks around. "Does Faelnon know? I didn't see him..."

øùú Shandor says, 'About his daughter? Yes, they've met, well, kind of. Esal tells us about some other world, or dimension, or some nonsense, but it does seem to explain how she exists.'

øùú Isondil sits down shaken by his dream his hands in his head

øùú Shandor says, 'I advise you all go and get some sleep, I'll tell the drivers to get going, sorry Isondil, I'll do all I can.'

øùú Rue nods and walks out of Shandor's cabin back to her own.

øùú Shandor continues to try and herd them out of his cabin so he can finally get some sleep.

øùú Isondil walks out of Shandor's Cabin silently and makes his way towards his cabin

øùú Shandor does, however, give up on the herding plan to go alert the drivers.

øùú Calaryn walks to her cabin

øùú Shandor returns to his cabin after telling the drivers where to go and he settles back down to sleep, hopefully, an undisturbed sleep.

øùú Isondil enters his cabin and lies in bed wide awake thinking to himself

øùú Rue flops onto her bed and eyes the dagger on the table.

øùú Rue lays on her bed and stares at the ceiling until she falls asleep.

øùú Isondil rolls over in his bed wide eyed thinking about his wife

<@Narrator> < This Session has ended. The 'Quest' Driving Isondil Insane with worry, nightmares and all other hoo-hah since The Beginning of Time... >

'The Best of the Rest'





øùú Faelnon warns, 'The tower maybe filled with certain devices, I ask that everyone leaves them be.'

øùú Shandor looks about an empty, square room, 'Yes, these devices look positively deadly.'

øùú Faelnon rolls his eyes.

øùú Isondil grins at Shandor



øùú Tengu says, "The most deadly thing is death itself, but you can't see it."

øùú Shandor pulls on the ladder, it refuses to move.

øùú Thor grins, 'Nope, the most deadly thin' is Ariea's cookin', we 'aven't 'ad any of that yet, though.'

øùú Ariea looks at Thor, 'Don't make me add poison to your meal...'

øùú Isondil grins at Thor

øùú Thor smirks, 'More than normal?'

øùú Isondil stifles a laugh



øùú Faelnon smiles, 'Calaryn, you join us at our most desperate hour, we face a most impossible task: how to get these stairs down.'

øùú Isondil nods To Calaryn

øùú Cyria laughs at Faelnon's comment



øùú Faelnon goes over to Cyria and takes a look at the wound, 'I'm afraid I'm not a doctor.'

Well, actually Faelnon… (wrong client, whoops…)



øùú Cyria begins to yell, "Are you an idiot? Your going to get yourself killed!" but then stops realizing it is Shandor



øùú Ariea is dashing down the next staircase, muttering steps, 'This is bad news. Bad news equals running, very fast, and very far.'



øùú Rue groans. "The ‘train? Again? Can't you find another form of transportation Shandor?"

øùú Shandor says, 'If you want we could get the dragons, you know, the nice friendly ones, like the one that just destroyed the tower...'



øùú Rue rubs her temple. "Another apocalypse?"

øùú Shandor nods, 'Pretty much, I reckon someone is selling them very cheap nowadays.'

øùú Cyria says, "They could at least be a little creative and go with a genecide"

øùú Rue pictures herself walking up to a shady market stall. "Yes, I'd like to buy an apocalypse..."



øùú Thor grins merrily, 'Well, wasn't that fun?'

øùú Ariea looks at Thor, 'You thought that was fun?'

øùú Thor nods, still grinning, 'Great laugh. Sometimes, we'd have races to see who could get out of a tunnel the fastest...'

øùú Isondil thinks that Thor is quite strange if he found that fun

øùú Rue scoots a few inches away from Thor.

<@Narrator> OOC Isondil, Thor actually chose Shandor to be a friend, and yet you discover he is strange now?

<+Isondil> ooc lol true



øùú Faelnon adds, 'Thor, when you boast about this in a pub, and I'm sure you will, could I still have both of my boots? I think it would make a far better tale.'



øùú Rue boards the train and crawls up onto the roof, stretching out in the sun.

<+Rue> ooc It's sunny, right?

<@Narrator> OOC Nearly black with clouds actually, but whatever P

<+Rue> ooc Um...scratch that post then ^^;;;

<+Tengu> OOC Say thanks no blood-rain )

<@Narrator> Um, yes, well, um, the clouds pause and make a wee gap to allow the sun through. And it only lights up the roof that Rue is on. Yes, that's perfect.



<@Narrator> OOC Is everyone at an acceptable position to do the funky timewarp?

<+Rue> ooc YAY! TIMEWARP!

<+Rue> ooc Couldn't the timewarp be bad for us eventually?

<@Narrator> OOC Let's do the Timewarp again!

<+Isondil> ooc ok

<+Rue> ooc me comes out of the timewarp with an arm growing from her head.

<@Narrator> OOC Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a quantum scientist.

<@Calaryn> ooc ???????????

<@Cyria> ooc i think we should do the safety dance instead of the timewarp...

<+Rue> ooc And dammit Colm! I'm not Jim!

<+Rue> ooc hehe

<@Narrator> OOC Not you Jim, James T. Kirk, that Jim.

<+Isondil> ooc lol

<+Rue> oooooooh

<@Calaryn> ooc okey..

<+Rue> ooc Well I just feel stupid

<@Narrator> OOC Klingons of the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow. Star Trekking across the universe, always going forward, we still can't find reverse.

<+Rue> ooc Timewarp Full speed ahead! Colm, no more talking about Star Trek. It's scary

<@Narrator> OOC Anywho, the timewarp. And okay :P



øùú Isondil says shakily 'had a dream... Faelnon's daughter ...my wife ...Viirinal'

<@Narrator> OOC Okay, from that you could insinuate that Faelnon's daughter is your wife, and if so, Faelnon's gonna hunt you down!



øùú Shandor shrugs, returning to bed, 'Probably nothing.'

øùú Faelnon looks around his room, having been disturbed from his slumber. But he is too tired to do anything about it and just tries to go back to sleep.



<@Shandor> Wow, Shandor and Faelnon are useful guys to have around in an emgerncy that happens at night

:: <@Shandor> 'Blurh? Piss off...'

:: <+Sandilor> lol

<@Shandor> or: 'Blurh!?' *Stab**slash**gut*

<+Tengu> It's good tha we are on alert.



Completely random thing happening while ‘Quest’-ing:

<@Cyria> i just got a weird im from someone i don't know

<@Cyria> DesiRelaford: hey i heard u got locked in the caf

<@Cyria> Weezer: what are you talking about?

:: <@_Sinistar> wtf??

:: <@Shandor> O_o

:: <@Cyria> none of the doors besides class rooms lock in our school...

:: <@_Sinistar> Hmmm

:: <@Shandor> Um, maybe he meant a calf?

:: <@Shandor> Which is just way more disturbing..

:: <@_Sinistar> What the hell is a calf?

:: <@Cyria> lol

:: <@Shandor> let's pretend I didn't say calf

:: <@Shandor> no-one said calf.

:: [os] nick(_Sinistar) to (Ashli)

:: <@Ashli> What's a calf?

:: <@Shandor> A baby moo-moo.

: <@Cyria> hehe

: <@Ashli> OMG..

: <@Ashli> I read that wrong

: <@Ashli> I was like "Call...f?"

: <@Shandor> Callif?

: <@Shandor> CallJeff?

: <@Ashli> Shut up..

: <@Ashli> I can read

: <@Shandor> Should I call Jeff though?

:: <@Ashli> Ummm, YES