Session V - Violent Viirnial

Plot Summary

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Organiser's Comment

[Spoilers ahead] Hmm, bit of a low turn out. Sadly. However, in vengeance, I got to destroy another city, oh, and take vengeance on Isondil for all the Ariea-stuff.

I hope to see more of you next week. Oh, and because of the low turn out = low log size, I've decided not to bother doing the summary for this one. So, now you have to read it all... Well, I might do the summary if I can be bothered enough in a few days, I wouldn't count on it though.

Oh, and yes people. There is actually the 'Best of the Rest' section, has been since the 'Quest' II's (which was not treme enough) first session, it takes OOC and other humorous moments and stuffs them into one edible form; funniest one, in my opinion, was the 'Quest' II's finale.

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

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' X-treme It is More tremer! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<@Narrator> It is midday, the sun is still blotted by dark clouds. The group are near Viirnial, due to Isondil's dream foretelling its destruction.

<@Narrator> The scent of salty air has already assaulted the group, and peaks of buildings can be seen. Everything looks quite normal.

øùú Faelnon is sitting on the front wagon.

øùú Shandor is tampering, in vain, with the orb to make it work. It has stopped glowing, but can't reach Esal.

øùú Ariea is at the back of the 'train, rummaging through the food stockpiles, deciding on meals to make with what she has.

øùú Cyria stands up and stretches

øùú Isondil moves up towards the front of the train

øùú Thor is snatching pieces of meat, to Ariea's annoyance.

øùú Varadrion goes to the front and takes a seat beside Faelnon

øùú Isondil moves to the front of the train and looks around uneasily

øùú Calaryn looks after the rest of the group

øùú Isondil takes a seat beside Varadrion

øùú Shandor sighs, sets down the orb, and goes up to the front of the 'train, as he spotted Varadrion and Isondil head up that way.

øùú Calaryn sees Varadrion and Isondil and walks up to them

øùú Varadrion says to no-one in particular "Even if something is about to happen, our record for stopping the destruction of cities isn't exactly great"

øùú Shandor points out, 'Our record is actually quite good, we saved Tildruin...'

øùú Isondil says ' We've got a better chance now that I injured the seventh.'

øùú Shandor nods.

øùú Cyria walks up to the front of the train with the others

øùú Varadrion says "We think"

øùú Calaryn sits down on the dirty floor

øùú Faelnon points out, 'When a sword goes through most of a person's chest, they tend to be considered injured.'

øùú Varadrion says "Doesn't mean he can't still blow up cities"

øùú Shandor shrugs.

<@Narrator> The 'train comes to a halt at the edge of Viirnial.

øùú Varadrion looks around

øùú Calaryn looks out an window

øùú Isondil gets out and looks up at the sky

øùú Shandor climbs off and looks at the city gates.

øùú Varadrion hops off the train and looks at the sky

øùú Calaryn jumps out of the wagon with a smile on her face

øùú Cyria strolls off of the train

øùú Faelnon turns to Isondil, 'Would you like us to accompany you to find your wife?'

øùú Varadrion says "No fire or brimstone.... or blood, for once"

øùú Shandor says, 'You get really pessimistic over just one occasion.'

øùú Faelnon corrects, 'Two. Two occasions.'

øùú Isondil shakes his head ' No I'll find her myself'

øùú Varadrion says "Both of which we were told about in dreams, and we were told for this too"

øùú Faelnon nods to Isondil.

øùú Shandor says, 'In Ograkk it rained blood on us... Borwin's skies looked on fire.'

øùú Isondil sets off towards his home

øùú Ariea comes up to where the others are.

øùú Ariea turns to Shandor, 'We should find Caeilie's family and let them know what happened.'

øùú Varadrion says "Thank the gods neither has happened here.. yet"

øùú Varadrion bows his head

øùú Shandor nods grimly, 'Okay, let's go, the rest of you can stay and do whatever you want, explore if you wish.'

øùú Shandor adds, 'The port here is famous for its seafood.'

øùú Varadrion raises an eyebrow

øùú Shandor and Ariea head off into town.

øùú Isondil walks along the seashore towards his house

øùú Varadrion looks at the remaining members and says "I'm going to find some food, maybe a grindstone," he looks at his sword, "you're all welcome to join me"

øùú Shandor and Ariea find a building belonging to the Wise Elves. He goes inside and finds someone who can hopefully help him, 'Excuse me, do you know where I could find the family of Caeilie?'

<@Narrator> The elf nods at him, 'Yes, one second.' She passes behind a desk and opens up a cabinet. A few moments later she says, reading a scroll, 'Caeilie's place of residence is-' She launches into directions on how to get there.

øùú Thor heads towards the port.

øùú Cyria shakes her head, "I think I will go over by the ocean Varadrion"

øùú Shandor nods, 'Thank you.'

øùú Calaryn looks at Varadrion 'I'll follow you, will be nice moving my legs'

øùú Isondil sets off at a run towards his house when it comes into view

øùú Shandor and Ariea follow the directions and find an elegant house, the first in a street on an increasing slope.

øùú Isondil burst's through the door and looks around and rushes into the kitchen

øùú Shandor nears a door of a very beautiful home and knocks softly.

øùú Cyria sits down onto the ground and looks out over the ocean

øùú Isondil sees his wife looking quite shocked and she says ' What's wrong?'

<@Narrator> The door is opened a few moments later by a kind-looking, very pregnant, female elf. 'Hello, can I help you?'

øùú Faelnon sits by the 'train, admiring the city from afar.

øùú Calaryn walks down to the sandy beach and sits down

øùú Shandor begins, 'I am Shandor, this is Ariea, we were travelling with your husband, Caeilie.'

øùú Thor takes a look at the stalls lined with every fish he had ever imagined.

øùú Thor grins, 'Gonna 'ave me a feast tonight!'

øùú Isondil replies 'Nothing not now anyway.' she looks at him and says 'Well what was wrong?'

<@Narrator> She smiles and nods, 'Yes, what can I-' She is interrupted when two children, a small boy and a slightly taller girl, rush past her, and into the garden, giggling merrily. She smiles at them and returns her gaze to the two, 'Sorry about them, what can I do for you?'

øùú Shandor says, 'Perhaps you would like to sit down.' Her smile fades slightly, but she goes inside and waves for them to follow.

øùú Calaryn finds some nice seashells as she sits in the sand

øùú Thor realises he has no money with him and begins swearing quietly in dwarven, even quietly, it attracts attention from the mainly Elven populous.

øùú Isondil replies rather lamely 'nothing.' she smiles and says 'Well it's good to have you home anyway'

øùú Ariea stays outside and goes to talk to the children, 'Hi there.' 'Hi,' The boy replies, turning his attention to the stranger.

øùú Ariea asks, 'What are you doing?' The girl, looking the elder, replies, 'We were going to go down to the port.'

øùú Calaryn looks at some small crabs running across the beach

øùú Faelnon leaves the 'train and enters the town. He is trying to find a library to find a good book to read.

øùú Ariea nods, 'That's nice.' There is a brief pause before the boy asks innocently, 'Did that man say you travel with daddy?'

øùú Isondil sits down as his wife asks 'Are you back for good? Or just for awhile?'

øùú Cyria stands up and walks over to Calaryn

øùú Ariea can hear sobs from inside the house, and guesses the children can too, 'That's right. Say, how about I go with you to the docks?'

øùú Calaryn waves at Cyria

øùú Ariea smiles as the two children agree and they begin down the path towards the port.

øùú Faelnon gives up on his hopes of finding a library and heads down to the port to see what Thor is up to.

øùú Isondil looks at Uryviel and says 'No only a short stay because I feared that Viirnial would be destroyed'

øùú Thor spots Faelnon coming, ''Ey, Faelnon, did ye brin' any money?'

øùú Faelnon nods slowly, 'A little, why?'

øùú Isondil says rather quickly 'But as I can see there's nothing wrong'

øùú Faelnon realises the moment he said those words why he shouldn't have. Thor launches into pointing and saying, 'I love them' 'I'll try them' or 'Buy me some of that'.

øùú Faelnon waves good bye to his coins as he hands them over to the fishmonger.

øùú Faelnon turns to Thor, 'I hope you are happy.'

øùú Isondil Uryviel raises an eyebrow and says 'I always could tell when your lying, there is something wrong isn't there?'

øùú Thor grins, his arms laden with wrapped up fish, 'Delighted.'

øùú Faelnon looks towards the ocean, watching several fishing boats, and one transport vessel, sailing about.

øùú Isondil says 'Possibly but we should be alright I hope'

øùú Faelnon 's attention is caught by something odd. Two waves of water, going outwards, with a small gap in between. 'What in Tarkna is that?'

øùú Shandor leaves Caeilie's home, the two had seen Ariea and the children heading in the direction of the port and Shandor said he'd send them back to her when he found them.

øùú Thor looks out, 'I dunnae know, but I don't think it's good news.'

øùú Shandor , also, is now in the port, 'We all seem to have wound up here... Er, I'll probably regret this, but what are you two staring at?'

øùú Faelnon points towards the two waves of water.

øùú Ariea spots the three and heads towards them, the two children following (and munching on some fruit).

<@Narrator> 'Miss Ariea, what's that?' The little girl says, pointing out to the same wave of water.

øùú Cyria turns to Calaryn and points to the wave of water, "Look at that!"

øùú Calaryn look out over the water

<@Narrator> A transport vessel has stopped in the gap between waves. Its sail is knocked to and fro, eventually breaking free of the mast. Within a second the ship is nothing more than a few stray planks of wood, bobbing in the water.

øùú Isondil stands up and says 'Uryviel, let's go for a walk shall we?' she nods and stands up

øùú Calaryn says 'Now that’s weird'

øùú Faelnon blinks in disbelief at the ship, or what remains of it.

øùú Isondil leads his wife out of the house and begin to walk along the shore hand in hand

øùú Shandor asks, 'Could that be interpreted as a bad sign?'

<@Narrator> The waves reach the shore line as a beast soars forth. It goes past a lighthouse, the sheer force of the air moved by the wings shatter the windows. Its tail flicks behind and severs the top section of the lighthouse from the rest, it tumbles onto the streets below.

øùú Cyria blinks and says, "I think now is a good time to run, wouldn't you say?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'Now that, that is a bad sign.'

øùú Calaryn nods and takes Cyria's hand

øùú Ariea grabs the children by the hands, 'Okay, let's head to... er, our very own wagon train, wouldn't you like that?'

<@Narrator> The beast continues along an area densely built up area. Its claws demolish anything in its path without slowing it down. It hurtles itself towards the gates before suddenly rocketing skyward, into the dark clouds and out of sight.

øùú Isondil sees the dragon and says 'Run' and set's off leading his wife into the city to hide

øùú Shandor looks at the sky, 'Er, it just disappeared.'

øùú Thor slips on a fish that fell from his hands.

øùú Shandor skids to a halt and helps get Thor to his feet, 'Come on.'

øùú Calaryn looks at Cyria 'w-w-what was that?'

øùú Isondil moves into a house of a friends and hides Uryviel in the cellar

øùú Faelnon is heading as fast as he can towards the 'train, and hopes the others are safe.

<@Narrator> The Dragon falls from the sky, on the other city of the city from where it headed into the clouds. It sends waves and waves of flames over one area before swooping past, swiping and destroying the place with its claws. It flies into the air again before returning and igniting the same area in flame. It finishes by heading back into the clouds.

øùú Isondil looks outside and sees the dragon approaching

øùú Faelnon reaches the 'train and falls down at one of the wheels, he points out, 'Dragons are, in myth, rather nice creatures...'

øùú Shandor stops beside Faelnon and comments, 'The Seventh is just magic.'

øùú Isondil turns and runs into the house and calls Uryviel out

øùú Cyria stammers, "A dragon!"

øùú Isondil grabs her hand and begins running out of the house

øùú Cyria says, "We had best get back to the wagon train and hope to find the others there"

øùú Ariea says, 'Okay, I need you two to get under the 'train, you'll be safe there, I promise. Don't come out until I come and get you again, okay?' They nod, she tries to smile a reassuring smile.

øùú Calaryn nods and starts to run with Cyria

øùú Shandor asks, 'What do we do?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'We need to get people who can wield bows or magic, or a rock, and get them to help.'

øùú Isondil continues running through the city

øùú Ariea can't believe how much destruction can be done so quickly.

øùú Isondil takes a short cut through the city by going through a house

<@Narrator> The Dragon continues merrily destroying streets.

øùú Isondil falls over a chair and says to Uryviel 'Go! quickly' and she runs on

øùú Calaryn looks confused 'Don’t that have any defence?'

øùú Shandor states, ‘No, apparently ‘being attacked by an apocalyptic dragon’ wasn’t one of the defence scenarios they planned for…’

<@Narrator> As Uryviel runs, the dragon swoops over, it hits the roof of a house with enough force to cause both the roof and the ceiling beneath collapse.

øùú Isondil watches in horror as the roof collapses and strike's Uryviel and she falls trapped underneath a piece of the roof

øùú Isondil yells and jumps up running towards his wife

øùú Isondil tries to lift up the roof but collapses exhausted

<@Narrator> The Dragon takes off into the sky again and disappears into the clouds.

øùú Isondil yells in elven ~ Help! someone please!~

øùú Shandor is suddenly knocked off his feet by a powerful force.

<@Narrator> The dragon flies over the group, barely ten metres from them.

øùú Isondil whispers to his wife 'I love you I'm sorry' she smiles and her eyes close

øùú Faelnon hollers, 'Take cover!'

øùú Calaryn throws her self to the ground?

øùú Shandor complies, ducking behind a mound of rocks.

øùú Thor dives behind a stack of crates, lined up on the outside wall of an inn.

<@Narrator> The dragon takes off into the sky, its hunger for destruction sated, for the moment.

øùú Faelnon says, 'Alright, I'm thinking we do everything in our power to bring that down.'

øùú Shandor cannot roll his eyes enough, 'What an original plan...'

øùú Faelnon continues, 'If we can get the magic users together, we can get some spells to knock it down. Archers, heck, even picking up a rock and throwing it. We need some barricades and we need to help the injured.'

øùú Shandor asks, 'And where are all these people going to come from?'

øùú Isondil lies beside his wife and weeps

øùú Faelnon says, 'Shandor, their city is being attacked, I think everyone will be willing to help.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'We have to move quickly, there is not much time.'

øùú Shandor adds, 'Height, we need a bit of height.' He scans the remaining buildings and spots two quite tall ones, 'Archers to one, mages to the other?'

øùú Faelnon nods

øùú Faelnon claps his hands, 'Okay, we have to move. Calaryn, Ariea, can you find a suitably large place to get the wounded too?'

øùú Calaryn looks at Faelnon ‘Outside or inside?’

øùú Faelnon says, 'Inside is probably safer. Try and find that library I was looking for, I hear it is a huge building.'

øùú Ariea asks, 'And yet you couldn't find it?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Er, not the point.'

øùú Isondil moves towards the library

øùú Isondil passes the library and moves towards the gates of the city

øùú Calaryn runs into town

øùú Ariea nods and moves into the ruined city.

øùú Isondil looks up at the skies to try and see the dragon

øùú Shandor also heads into the city, he arrives at the slightly burnt Wise Elf building he goes inside, the people their are panicked and frightened, 'Okay, listen up. I need every able magic user with me, now, to try and stop this dragon. Any able archer should come too.'

øùú Faelnon finds a military building that has survived.

øùú Faelnon goes inside and finds a troop still within, and some injured civilians, 'Quickly, help these people to the library, then every archer, or spear thrower, or anything will come with me and slay this beast.'

øùú Ariea finds the library, the walls have been slightly burnt and a corner has caved in, 'It'll have to do.'

øùú Ariea begins helping the wounded inside, the librarian has been given the position of nurse.

øùú Isondil passes through the gates of the city and sees no one at the train and turns back into the city to try and find any injured

øùú Thor is at the port gathering all the spear throwers.

øùú Faelnon arrives at the library with a column of troops and wounded.

øùú Faelnon leads the troops to one of the two buildings Shandor indicated.

øùú Isondil sees some archers trying to put out a fire and helps them

øùú Isondil then leads the archers into the city to find anymore people

øùú Shandor has gathered the magic-capable people to the other building and leads them to the roof.

øùú Isondil sees people in the library and moves towards it trying to see any members of the group

øùú Thor gets the spear throwers to Faelnon's building.

øùú Ariea calls to Isondil.

øùú Ariea shouts, 'Isondil, quickly, get to-' she points to one of the buildings -' Faelnon needs help.'

øùú Isondil nods and directs the archers

<@Narrator> The Dragon appears from the clouds near the port. It takes off out across the ocean before disappearing.

øùú Isondil places an arrow unto the string and scans the sky

øùú Shandor stands on the top of the roof, he looks over to Faelnon before nodding.

øùú Shandor shouts, 'Begin the incantation!'

øùú Faelnon hollers, 'Archers, ready!'

<@Narrator> The Dragon suddenly reappears from the opposite end, coming through Viirnial towards the ocean. It strikes the corner of the library, sending clumps of rock tumbling to the ground.

øùú Calaryn waits for wounded with some women in the library

øùú Ariea lets out a cry, nearly being struck by some rock.

øùú Shandor looks around to see the Dragon flap over head, and back into the cloud cover.

øùú Faelnon shouts, 'Archers, hold.'

øùú Shandor looks at Faelnon from the structure, before nodding confidently. The incantation is nearly ready.

øùú Faelnon shouts, 'Archers, spread out, circle formation, prepare to fire when the opportunity arises.'

øùú Isondil nods and takes up his position

<@Narrator> The dragon appears along the coast line.

øùú Faelnon yells, 'Fire!'

øùú Shandor hollers, 'Now!'

øùú Isondil let's his arrow fly towards the dragon

<@Narrator> The sky crackles with energy from the magic. It surges forth like a dragon of its own right. Arrows accompany it towards the creature. The magic strikes first, just below the jaw. The Dragon hollers and screeches as the energy spreads through it. The arrows, for the most part, bounce off, however, some penetrate the scales and burry themselves into the creature.

øùú Faelnon shouts, 'Again!'

øùú Shandor calls to the magic-wielders, 'Prepare another spell.'

øùú Isondil sends another arrow towards the dragon

<@Narrator> Another barrage of arrows strike the beast, inflicting more damage. It roars, enraged, swooping down and striking buildings, destroying entire streets in single blows. It spots where the magic and arrows are coming from and sets off towards it and maximum speed.

øùú Shandor shouts, trying to remain calm as the beast surges towards them, 'Now! Go now!'

øùú Faelnon desperately calls, 'Fire!'

øùú Isondil aim's for the wound on the dragon's underside and fires

<@Narrator> The Dragon opens its mouth to both engulf the group in flame, and to swallow them whole. The arrows zip into the mouth, tearing at the tender flesh. The magic strikes a similar location.

<@Narrator> The Dragon screeches in pain, thrashing wildly. Its tail destroys a large section of city as it spins wildly over the coast and towards the sea. It hollers once more before it makes a final attempt for the clouds. It, however, fails and the beast plummets back into the cold ocean. The waves produced strike the shore powerfully, spilling onto the port.

øùú Faelnon stops breathing for a long moment before resuming, and asking, 'Did we get it?'

øùú Shandor looks at Faelnon and nods.

øùú Isondil says 'let's get down to the port and find out'

øùú Thor lets out a cheerful holler. He begins towards the port, 'Maybe I can get me a bit o' that dragon meat.'

øùú Shandor smiles, 'A certain fishing boat is going to make a very interesting catch.' Before he follows after Thor.

øùú Faelnon nods to Isondil and begins down.

øùú Ariea emerges from the library, Caeilie's wife and children have found their way there. 'What happened to the flying beastie?' The boy asks. 'It's not going to trouble anyone anymore.'

øùú Isondil remembers what happened to his wife and runs to see if the dragon is dead

øùú Shandor grins, 'I think the apocalypses are just scared of us now.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I confess, they certainly are wrapping themselves up quicker than normal.'

øùú Faelnon adds, 'Technically, we've only prevented one End of the World, besides this one, the mother dragon. The other one was just altering the world, and the Seventh's tower was just trying to help.'

øùú Shandor says, 'Don't steal our glory.'

øùú Calaryn shakes her head

øùú Isondil breaks down at the bottom of the tower and weeps and moves towards the house were his wife was

øùú Faelnon strolls down to the coastline. He smiles, 'Things are looking a bit brighter, already.'

øùú Shandor looks up at the sky and states, 'I hope you weren't referring to the clouds...'

øùú Varadrion moves behind Isondil and puts a hand on his shoulder silently

øùú Ariea breathes deeply, letting the salty air linger on her tongue. She opens her eyes and looks out to sea. After a moment she asks, 'What's that?'

øùú Shandor looks at the sea, 'What's what?'

øùú Ariea points out to roughly where the dragon crashed, 'That bubbling.'

øùú Varadrion looks at them and raises an eyebrow

øùú Varadrion says slowly "Bubbling...."

<@Narrator> Indeed, the area of that ocean was bubbling furiously.

øùú Shandor shakes his head in disbelief, 'No way.'

øùú Faelnon kneels down beside the ocean and dips his hand in, 'It's warm.'

øùú Calaryn sigh 'our normal luck'

øùú Isondil enters the house and sees a passer-by and calls him to help him move the roof trapping his wife

øùú Varadrion sighs and says "Ok... there is no way this is good"

<@Narrator> The water separates as the very alive shape of the dragon bursts through. It takes straight off into the sky, its underbelly directing itself towards the shore, without a single glance towards the coastline.

<@Narrator> The dragon continues up into the clouds and disappears.

øùú Isondil after a few minutes they manage to lift the roof and get Uryviel out

øùú Shandor says, 'Er-'

øùú Ariea continues, 'That wasn't-'

øùú Faelnon finishes, 'The Seventh.'

øùú Thor looks at the three of them, 'Eh?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'The Seventh had a huge wound along its underbelly, that beast had none, there was no way it could've healed that fast.'

øùú Thor asks, 'Then what in the 'ell is it?'

øùú Shandor mutters, 'Holy hell. Another one?'

øùú Faelnon nods grimly.

øùú Varadrion says "I thought you said you'd killed it?"

øùú Isondil carries his wife out of the house and vainly moves to the library to seek help for her

øùú Shandor says, 'We did... at least, we thought we did.'

øùú Varadrion looks around and asks Shandor " Where is Isondil?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'I think it has taking a beating... I'm heading to the library to help the wounded.'

øùú Shandor shrugs.

øùú Faelnon reaches the library and tries to help anyone he can.

øùú Isondil reaches the library and sets his wife down weeping

øùú Faelnon spots Isondil and approaches his wife. After a few moments he states, 'I'm sorry...'

øùú Varadrion follows Faelnon to the library, and upon seeing Isondil bows his head

øùú Shandor is picking through the ruins looking for survivors.

øùú Isondil shakes his head and continues to weep

øùú Calaryn enter the library and sees what has happened

øùú Faelnon returns to helping those still alive.

øùú Isondil stands up and moves out of the library towards his home still carrying his wife

øùú Calaryn sits down besides Isondil's wife and starts to mumble on a prayer

øùú Varadrion kneels beside Isondil, mouths a silent prayer, and then returns to see Shandor

øùú Shandor can't find anyone else alive.

øùú Varadrion asks "What can we do?"

øùú Ariea returns to the library, she didn't meet Isondil. 'What's wrong with you lot?'

øùú Isondil reaches his home and lay's his wife down on their bed and closes the door and makes his way to her parent's home

øùú Varadrion looks around, but, lacking any knowledge of healing, does not move

øùú Isondil reaches Uryviel's parent's home and finds that they are both unscathed

øùú Varadrion walks to Shandor and says "How do we stop this thing?"

øùú Shandor says, 'I don't know, we flung everything we had at it and it only took it down for a few minutes...'

øùú Shandor adds, 'And it wasn't even the Seventh, we don't know what it was.'

øùú Isondil informs them about what happened and they set off for Isondil's house, while he makes his way back to the library no longer weeping but still very pale

øùú Varadrion says "That wasn't even the strongest one?"

øùú Shandor says, 'I don't think so.'

øùú Calaryn shakes her head

øùú Varadrion says "What do we do now?"

øùú Shandor says, 'I don't know, try and help out here first.'

øùú Faelnon states simply, 'Tildruin.'

øùú Shandor looks towards Faelnon, 'Hmm?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Caeilie said, before he died, that Tildruin held the answers.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I suggest we go there next.'

øùú Isondil reaches the library and looks around at all the wounded and sits down beside some of the archers

øùú Ariea turns to Isondil, 'Hey, do you know why these guys looked so grim when I came in?'

øùú Faelnon tries to stop Ariea, but couldn't in time.

øùú Varadrion looks at Ariea in surprise

øùú Isondil looks at Ariea and looks away thinking about his wife starts weeping again

øùú Ariea steps away and looks to Faelnon.

øùú Faelnon whispers, 'His wife just died.'

øùú Ariea sees how callous her comment was, 'Oh my...'

øùú Isondil puts his face in his hands

øùú Shandor suggests, 'I think we should all get some sleep...'

øùú Isondil stands up and moves to his home to sleep

øùú Varadrion agrees "Good idea"

øùú Shandor heads to his cabin while Ariea follows him, and Faelnon and Thor head to their own cabins.

øùú Calaryn follow the group silently...

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' X-treme has ended. Remember It's treme-er.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>



'The Best of the Rest'



øùú Varadrion groans and says "Isondil, are you sure you're not just making this up?"

<+Isondil> ooc er are we not all in our cabins?

<@Shandor> OOC I guess, unless Varadrion is breaking into your cabin at night for some reason.



<+Varadrion> ooc oh sure.. leave me with Thor

<@Calaryn> ooc lol

<+Isondil> ooc lol

<@Shandor> OOC Rawr!

øùú Thor sneaks up and beheads Varadrion while he's not looking before laughing and running into town like a pixie.

<+Varadrion> ooc ya he would run like a pixie

<@Shandor> OOC; He is short enough.

<@Shandor> OOC Anywho, time to get back to the X-treme!



08:04.07¯ <+Cyria> i thought this was going to be more "X-tream" colm? :P

08:04.26¯ <@Shandor> It is X-treme.

08:04.29¯ <+|Enox|> haha

08:04.40¯ <@Shandor> You just wait until the flying monkies get here

08:04.45¯ <+Sandilor> lol

08:04.47¯ <+Cyria> sweet!

08:04.57¯ <@Shandor> Fly my pretties!

08:04.59¯ <+Cyria> err...

08:05.04¯ <+Cyria> *Mint!

08:05.09¯ <@Shandor> I'm melting! Melting.... oh, what a world.... what a world.

08:05.37¯ <@Calaryn> colm can i have a killer bunny?

08:06.02¯ <@Shandor> Yeah, go for it. If I can have the Holy Hand grenade of Antioch.

08:07.46¯ [os] signoff |Enox| ()

08:14.55¯ <+Varadrion> heh

08:15.42¯ <+Cyria> holy colm! that was X-treme!



<@Shandor> OOC That was... sudden. Do you think he realised he is missing the teletubbies?

<@Calaryn> ooc lol

<@Cyria> ooc they are on!?!?! i gtg!! (jk)

<@Calaryn> ooc sorry ;)

<@Shandor> OOC lol

øùú Calaryn listens to teletubbies - dipsy's fancy hat - [] - [ kbps] - {}

<+Isondil> ooc lol

<@Shandor> OOC lmao

<@Calaryn> ooc >:P

<@Calaryn> ooc one day in teletubbieland it was time for a song all about dipsy's hat

<@Shandor> OOC Yay!



øùú Ariea spots the three and heads towards them, the two children following (and munching on some fruit [that's right, Ariea is forcing them to eat fruit, she's evil, Evil I say!]).



øùú Shandor grins, 'I think the apocalypses are just scared of us now.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I confess, they certainly are wrapping themselves up quicker than normal.'





From Isondil's PM:



03/04/06 19:59:14 well I don't really want to do it

03/04/06 19:59:36 Um, tough :P

03/04/06 19:59:42 I'm an evil sonofabitch

03/04/06 19:59:44 lol

03/04/06 20:08:55 seeing that we haven't scripted this can't I die instead of my wife?

03/04/06 20:09:25 You want to die instead of your wife?

03/04/06 20:09:36 or seeing as this is X-treme why don't we both die

03/04/06 20:09:49 This is an official session, you realise

03/04/06 20:10:13 i do

03/04/06 20:10:28 So, you want to die?

03/04/06 20:10:44 na let the wife die instead

03/04/06 20:10:59 I thought so :P

03/04/06 20:11:06 lol

03/04/06 20:40:01 boo hoo i don wan my wife to die :P

03/04/06 20:40:20 Whiner.

03/04/06 20:40:21 :P

03/04/06 20:40:32 why can't vara die

03/04/06 20:40:42 nobody likes him

03/04/06 20:40:43 lol

03/04/06 20:41:06 Who said he isn't dying?

03/04/06 20:44:21 boo hoo she shouldn't die

03/04/06 20:44:22 lol



Don't pester me with Logic...



03/04/06 20:47:02 btw if the dragon is destroying whole streets how can I live but she die?

03/04/06 20:47:45 Bah, damned logic, always screwing with my plans. Okay, you and her are separated briefly. a ceiling half-collapses on you, but just avoids turning your head into a pancake

03/04/06 20:47:50 your wife can be hit then.

03/04/06 20:48:00 as the ceiling provides a bit of shelter

03/04/06 20:48:19 see logic doesn't like evil people

03/04/06 20:49:08 Who's wife is dying?



03/04/06 20:51:03 first peice of narration Isondil and Uryviel escape and the dragon dies the end

03/04/06 20:51:10 :P

03/04/06 20:51:13 Screw that :P

03/04/06 20:51:19 You die! or your wife dies

03/04/06 20:51:20 whatever

03/04/06 20:51:23 Just more death.

03/04/06 20:51:28 ok

03/04/06 20:51:32 the horse dies

03/04/06 20:55:23 You can have her hit on the head or something :D

03/04/06 20:55:26 øùú Shandor cackles evilly.

03/04/06 20:55:39 yes

03/04/06 20:55:41 evil boy

03/04/06 20:55:56 Please note: The more narration you ask me to do, the more painful her death will be :D



03/04/06 20:59:04 The Dragon hears Isondil's annoying whining and stomps him to death.



03/04/06 21:00:02 ok Uryviel has died

03/04/06 21:00:35 bwhahaha

03/04/06 21:00:38 no going back now!

03/04/06 21:02:05 lol

03/04/06 21:04:50 ur really are evil

03/04/06 21:04:57 that's it Ariea dies

03/04/06 21:05:06 :P

03/04/06 21:05:34 Loosah

03/04/06 21:05:34 :P

03/04/06 21:05:47 lol



Isondil going to the library straight after his wife's death:



03/04/06 21:10:39 Isondil picks odd places to go when his wife dies

03/04/06 21:10:48 looking for 'Now single? Looking for cheap broads?'

03/04/06 21:10:49 :P

03/04/06 21:10:59 lol

03/04/06 21:11:17 i'm vunerable at the minute my wife has just died

03/04/06 21:11:18 :P

03/04/06 21:11:30 Btw, just curious, was that wife the elven lady you were courting in the Original 'Quest' Session XIV - Celebration in A'lure, or should I contact the soul of your wife and let her know about your little fun? :P

03/04/06 21:11:47 yup

03/04/06 21:11:51 it was

03/04/06 21:11:55 Sure it was...

03/04/06 21:12:02 lol

03/04/06 21:12:09 Mrs. Isondil! Isondil's been cheatin' on you with a whore!

03/04/06 21:12:13 Hit him with lighting or something.

03/04/06 21:12:26 lol

03/04/06 21:13:54 even if it was a different elf I married my wife after end of second quest

03/04/06 21:15:22 Damn



ooc I thought I hadn't told anyone about my wife?

<+Varadrion> ooc he forgot to mention that tidbit

<@Shandor> OOC You hadn't, but after Varadrion sneaks into your cabin at night for who knows how long, he can probably pick up signs

<+Varadrion> ooc so blame him

<@Shandor> OOC I'm Evil, I don't care enough about his wife to notice >:D

ooc boo hoo :P



øùú Ariea turns to Isondil, 'Hey, do you know why these guys looked so grim when I came in?'

øùú Faelnon tries to stop Ariea, but couldn't in time.

øùú Varadrion looks at Ariea in surprise

*Snicker*, okay, some of you won’t get this, but Isondil has had a disliking for Ariea for a long time (and is it coincidence that his wife died? Well, I’ll leave that to you), and so I took the time to add an ocean’s worth of salt to the wound.