Session VIII - Memories of Misery

Organiser's Comment

Delayed, but worth the wait. At least we who were there thought so.

There were a couple of points of interest as mentioned by myself or another member:

~DrCBVI, Outre and Zorlen, pre-'Quest' (very, very funny in my opinion)
~Faelnon's fight with the assassin (it's in the logs)
~Varadrion acting like a pansy :P (The Best of the Rest)
~Ariea getting slightly angry (The Best of the Rest)
~He's dead, no wait, he isn't! (The Best of the Rest)

The logs are worth the read and aren't terribly big.

The Next Session (Sunday 11th May) promises to be very entertaining, a good turn out please.

Plot Summary

The group have arrived in Emerald Bay to find it in pristine condition - the storm that hit the group never struck Emerald Bay. The group split up to find any info on where the storm might've hit, Shandor, Ariea and Tengu go to a market while Isondil, Thor and Faelnon go to an inn - this inn turns out to be the same in Shandor and the group stopped in when they were hunting the Gifts [Way back in the Original 'Quest''s Session II] although, the three weren't there at the time thus don't recognise the barkeep, Jason. He does tell them about a nasty storm that struck Loldar, or Lo-something. Tengu and the others catch up to the inn where Jason instantly recognises Shandor and offers the whole group anything they want for saving his son (when they were here last), Ariea insists on a nice room for the night before anyone can stop her.

That night, while everyone sleeps, barricades of some variety are placed at the doors, trapping the group in their rooms. As they sleep, shadows of figures climb the walls of the inn and enter the room. They coat their daggers in a green liquid and approach the beds in unison. Tengu turns in his sleep and strikes a glass of water on his bedside locker. It tumbles from the locker and shatters on the ground. This sound awakens the group. The assassins are momentarily phased, but try and kill the group anyway. Everyone launches into battle. During the dark scuffles, Shandor is struck over the head by a flower pot (thanks to the kind Ariea), Isondil bests his assassin and the two in Ariea's room end up going out of the window thanks to her foot. She and Shandor take to the door to break it open. Meanwhile, Varadrion is knocked over and stabbed. Faelnon continues a vicious, animalistic fight with his assassin, ruthlessly beating him before striking him out of the window and to his death. A sound goes up and any assassin still able escapes through the window as archers from the shadows aim at the windows, preventing the escape of the group.

The group head downstairs with Varadrion trying to get a better light. Shandor finds Jason, murdered, in his office. Faelnon reports that the green liquid wasn't the poison, only the catalyst, the real poison in the blade. They manage to recover one from upstairs and Faelnon discovers that this poison causes the victim to suffer from the darkest moments of his or her life. Varadrion before and after this revelation was having flashbacks of him murdering Caeilie while the Seventh had taken him over. The rest of the group, meanwhile, have barricaded the doors and windows so the assassins can't get back in, which Isondil notes is a disturbingly common trend for when the group stay in inns. Ariea goes to light a fire when Shandor notices something in the fireplace, oil. It is pouring down the chimney. The group back away from it, both annoyed and concerned. Faelnon manages to finish making an antidote to the poison.

Suddenly, two clay pots full of oil smash their way into the room, sending oil in every direction. A lit torch follows this down and quickly, most of the room is alight. As the fire claim the area around the windows and doors the group run upstairs to unblock one of the windows and climb down. Someone, however, has thought of this before they did - the rooms now have no blocks. They are about to cross one of the rooms when a torch goes through the window and ignites the floor instantly, covered in oil. The group look to get even higher and eventually find a hatch up to the attic. They all manage to get up and begin pounding on the roof so the tiles will break and they can get free. A small hole is created in the roof. The assassins, however, seem particularly on the ball today and have thought of that, too, an arrow whizzes through the hole. The group desperately break down a hole they can escape through. Shandor squeezes out of the hole and dives, feet first, into an assassin, striking him off the roof and leaving Shandor dangling from the gutters. Isondil and Varadrion take down a couple more assassins while Faelnon and Ariea get to the ground and Tengu continues attacking. After the assassins are securely dead, the group assemble around the body of the one that was struck off the roof. Faelnon swears he has seen their tattoo before. He slowly remembers that the army that attacked Foilae's caslte [Original 'Quest''s Session XIX and XX] had the same mark on their breastplates.

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

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III - Whoops, make that the 211th time... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<@Narrator> The sky in Emerald Bay is serene and bright. There is a gentle breeze coming in from the ocean and washing over the town.

<@Narrator> The people seem calm and relatively happy. There are no signs of any damage to any structure - everything seems to be absolutely normal.

<@Narrator> The 'train is coming in from the north and is descending a gentle slope towards the town.

רשת Shandor , sitting on top of the driver's wagon, looks around, 'Hmm.'

רשת Isondil looks out his cabin window at the ocean

רשת Faelnon climbs up to see what Shandor is 'hmm'-ing about. After viewing the town, 'Hmm indeed.'

רשת Ariea is smiling, lying in the sun, relaxing for once, 'Hmm what?' She adds, 'Anything depressing - keep it to yourselves.'

רשת Shandor explains, 'When the lighting storm attacked us, Esal reported that it was heading in other places, including Emerald Bay, however, if it had struck, there would be some damage.'

רשת Ariea rolls her eyes, 'Sounds like we are beginning down a depressing path.'

רשת Isondil moves towards the front of the train

רשת Tengu is already satiated with his rocking bed and decides to climb on the roof to see what's happening.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Emerald Bay wasn't the target then. Which means that there is another town in trouble. I suggest we have a look around, stock up on supplies and see if any rumours have been coming in from nearby.'

רשת Ariea complains, 'Couldn't we just take a small break? Just a few days...'

רשת Shandor looks at Ariea.

רשת Ariea sighs, 'Oh fine. But we are staying here tonight whether you like it or not in a great inn.'

רשת Isondil scrambles onto the roof and walks over towards Ariea

רשת Shandor remembers the monetary situation, 'And we'll pay them with what? Pouting?'

רשת Ariea shrugs, 'Might work...'

רשת Shandor smiles, 'Go ahead and try. I'm going to contact Esal and inform him of these events.'

רשת Shandor gets to his feet and climbs down off the roof. He makes his way towards his cabin.

רשת Tengu notices the gathering at the driver's and moves towards it.

רשת Ariea says, 'Hi Isondil, nice day, isn't it?'

רשת Faelnon rolls his eyes that they have arrived on the topic of weather so quickly.

רשת Isondil says 'So any idea on the problem's awaiting Emerald bay?'

רשת Isondil nods and says 'Indeed it is'

רשת Faelnon says, 'None, apparently. Unless you count sun burn as a major issue.'

רשת Isondil nods

רשת Shandor goes inside his cabin and finds the orb. It shows an odd image, of wood perhaps? He tries to attract Esal's attention, but nothing happens. He shrugs and dismisses it as Esal tampering with the orb at his end. He places the orb back in his chest and makes his way forward again.

רשת Isondil sits down and looks out towards the sea

רשת Tengu comes closer, "What if Emerald Bay will be hit with the dead calm?"

רשת Faelnon says, 'Then I say they get off very lucky.'

רשת Shandor returns to the group and sits down.

רשת Thor emerges from the food cabin, still munching on a breakfast 'borrowed' from the pots and baskets of food.

רשת Tengu says, "That evil likes effective disasters. But calm could hurt navigation no less."

רשת Shandor says, 'I think that a town with an apparent lack of problems, excluding disconcerting calm, will be on the bottom of our 'To Save' list.'

רשת Isondil grins

רשת Thor is informed, by Faelnon, what the plan is for today, 'So, er, who'll be in charge of er... findin' the rumours?'

רשת Faelnon shrugs, 'You, I guess, if you want the post.'

רשת Thor says, 'I would indeed, 'course I would be required to visit some respectable establishments where alcoholic beverages are served...'

רשת Isondil yawns

רשת Faelnon smiles, 'Yes Thor, you are allowed into the pubs.'

רשת Thor rubs his hands together, 'Great.'

רשת Isondil rolls his eyes at Thor's comment

רשת Tengu sighs.

<@Narrator> The 'train comes to a stand still just on the edge of the city.

רשת Shandor hops off and says, 'Okay, Thor, and anyone else who wants to, can go investigate the pubs. Or you can come gather supplies with us.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'I'd better go with Thor and make sure he isn't banned from too many pubs.'

רשת Isondil sighs and says 'I'll go with Thor'

רשת Tengu shakes his head, "I have little to do in pubs."

רשת Ariea hops off the 'train and stands next to Shandor, opposite Faelnon and Thor.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Okay Isondil, come with us.'

רשת Isondil nods and hops of the train

רשת Shandor points off to one side, 'The market is that way.'

רשת Thor clambers off the 'train giddily and moves into the town.

רשת Tengu disembarks and looks in suggested direction.

רשת Isondil runs after Thor

רשת Shandor moves into the marketplace, it is a rough circle of stalls with shops in a square beyond them.

רשת Faelnon sighs and moves after Thor.

רשת Tengu strides along with Shandor, looking around with admiration.

רשת Thor finds one pub and bursts straight in.

רשת Thor heads to the barkeep, 'One dwarven ale, and, er, whatever those two want.'

רשת Shandor moves towards a food stall, where Ariea is taking a look through ingredients.

רשת Ariea smiles at Shandor, 'Just imagine the meals I can make with these.'

רשת Isondil says 'I'll also have a dwarven ale'

רשת Shandor does imagine and tries not to grimace. He quickly says, 'It's poison!'

רשת Faelnon says, 'An Elven wine please, any vintage.'

רשת Tengu catches up, trying not to get lost in crowd.

רשת Ariea says, 'Poison?'

רשת Shandor continues, 'Um... yes, they found out recently, really deadly.'

רשת Ariea says, doubtingly, 'Rosemary is poisonous?'

רשת Shandor nods emphatically, 'Indeed, now, come along, there's another stall that might interest you.' He says while gently directing her away from the stall.

רשת Isondil takes a sip of his dwarven ale and looks around the pub

רשת Jason , the barkeeper, sets the drinks on the bar.

רשת Jason looks at Thor and says, 'Don't we know each other?'

רשת Thor shrugs, 'Maybe, maybe not.'

רשת Jason continues, 'No no, I'm pretty sure we have... you used to travel around with that elf, and you saved my son, remember?'

רשת Thor shrugs, 'Not really.' He grabs his ale and takes a gulp, 'Ah, that's a fine ale though.'

רשת Isondil looks at Jason and Thor

רשת Jason shakes his head, 'No, I'm sure it is you, you and that elf, I forget his name, but you were looking for gifts for someone.'

רשת Thor says, 'Sounds familiar, well, the quest at any rate.'

רשת Shandor is asking the merchants about rumours and such while pretending to inspect the goods.

רשת Ariea sneaks away from Shandor and returns to the herb store where she buys some spices and herbs and slips them into one of the pockets of her backpack.

רשת Jason sets another round of drinks on the bar, 'You saved my son, you deserve these, and anything else you need.'

רשת Thor grins, 'Well, I couldn'a say I did it all on me own, but I did quite a fair bit m'self.'

רשת Isondil says 'Thanks, by the way have you heard any rumours lately?'

רשת Shandor bumps into Ariea, 'No-one knows anything, I think we should find Tengu and head to the bar, I could do with a drink. After saying 'That's some fine craftsmanship' to a rusted stick, I feel dirty...'

רשת Jason says, 'Well, now that you ask. I heard about this storm... nah, you probably aren't interested if you are the same folks who were after those gift thingies.'

רשת Shandor looks about for Tengu in the crowd.

רשת Isondil says 'No, go on we may find it interesting.'

רשת Tengu eventually finds himself lost and takes one possible decision - to stand still.

רשת Jason says, 'Oh, right, well, the storm came out of no where, right? Odd enough in itself, but then it started heading to Loldar or some place, one of them mainly-human cities at any rate.'

רשת Isondil nods

רשת Shandor is apologising to a lady after having ran into her. He turns around to bump straight into Tengu, 'Oh, there you are.'

רשת Jason says, 'I heard it did some fierce damage. Folks a-running for their lives.'

רשת Tengu says simultaneously, "Oh, there you are. Don't get lost."

רשת Isondil nods and takes another sip of his ale

רשת Shandor raises an eyebrow, 'Uh huh. We're heading to the bar I saw Thor go into to see if they found anything useful.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'Loldar... are you sure about that place?'

רשת Jason turns to Faelnon, 'Um, well, kind-a, it was Lo-something. So I think it was.'

רשת Faelnon nods, 'Okay, thank you.'

רשת Shandor reaches the door of the inn and thinks it is oddly familiar, he shrugs the feeling off and heads inside.

רשת Jason shouts, 'There you are!'

רשת Tengu says, "Rather indulge in vices. Okay, lead us."

רשת Shandor says, 'Here I am.'

רשת Shandor adds, 'Wait, don't I know you? Jason something, right?'

רשת Jason nods, 'And you, if I recall, are Shinnor.'

רשת Tengu enters the pub and starts examining the interior.

רשת Isondil turns to see Shandor and Tengu

רשת Shandor shrugs, 'Close enough. Shandor if you want to be technical.'

רשת Thor smiles, ''E's only kiddin', 'is name's Shindy.'

רשת Isondil grins and says 'Hi Shinnor'

רשת Shandor smirks and says, 'Greetings, Ondil.'

רשת Isondil grins

רשת Faelnon says, 'Jason was just telling us about some trouble at Loldar.'

רשת Jason says, 'Aye, but that can wait, what can I get you? Anything for the folks who saved me kid (who's gone on a trip with his mum if you are curious).'

רשת Shandor smiles, 'As I recall, you did a lot of saving yourself.'

רשת Ariea says, before Faelnon or Shandor can stop her, 'How about rooms for the night, I know I'm a bit tired....'

רשת Jason notes how early the day is, but shrugs, 'Of course ma'am, rooms are upstairs, there's enough for all of you. Hmm, I don't believe we've met, I'm Jason Magellen, owner of this pub.'

רשת Ariea smiles, 'Ariea, Shandor's wife.'

רשת Jason says, 'I didn't know you were married.'

רשת Isondil sighs

רשת Faelnon nods and says, 'Where are my manners? I'm Faelnon Trovo'kren.'

רשת Jason nods, 'And your Ondil, that's Thor, and you are?' He asks towards Tengu.

רשת Tengu gives a disapprobatory glance at drinking companions and turns to Jason smiling, "Tengu."

רשת Jason nods, 'Nice to meet you.'

רשת Tengu says, "Me too. May the luck never abandon you" - he bows.

רשת Jason says, 'Now, anything else I can get anyone?'

רשת Shandor sits down, 'A dwarven ale would be nice.'

רשת Isondil says ‘That's right I'm Ondil, pleased to meet you.'

רשת Jason says, 'You folks aren't half peculiar, most of the elves are ordering dwarven drinks that normally break a person for a few days.'

רשת Shandor shrugs and points to Thor, 'Blame him.'

רשת Tengu thinks of sampling that dwarwen brewage, just of curiosity, but casts that idea aside.

רשת Isondil grins and says 'Some of us elves are made of stronger stuff.'

רשת Faelnon chuckles, 'Or are just stupid enough to drink it.'

רשת Isondil rolls his eyes and returns to his ale

רשת Jason says, 'I'll just go prepare your rooms.'

רשת Jason scoots up the stairs and out of sight.

רשת Shandor says, 'So, what all did you find out?'

רשת Faelnon says, 'The big storm hit Loldar. Or Lo-something. That's about it. You?'

רשת Shandor says, 'Less than you, apparently.'

רשת Ariea grins at Shandor, 'We did find out that rosemary is poisonous.'

רשת Isondil finishes his ale

רשת Jason comes downstairs again, 'There you go, rooms fit for a king, or queen.'

רשת Shandor nods, 'Thanks Jason.'

רשת Shandor heads upstairs to his room to have a look about.

רשת Tengu frowns at the mention of unnecessary luxuries, that distracts him from thinking of preaching the group mates a sermon on the abstemiousness in taking strong drinks.

רשת Faelnon heads up to his room to dispense of his staff.

רשת Shandor sets his sword down, underneath the bed.

רשת Ariea lies on the bed, 'Mmm, comfy...'

רשת Isondil heads up to his room and leaves his cloak and extra quiver of arrows on the bed

רשת Thor heads upstairs with the rest, after the doors are closed, he sneaks back down, gets two more tankards of ale and heads back to his room.

רשת Tengu enters the room, gives an unhappy "exactly as I thought" glance, and puts his staff in the corner.

רשת Isondil takes a chair over towards his window and looks outside

<@Narrator> The day moves quickly, and soon the sun as set and darkness has claimed the town.

<@Narrator> The night remains as gentle as the day, most of the inhabitants of Emerald Bay have succumbed to their fatigue and are slumbering peacefully in their homes.

<@Narrator> The barkeep remains behind the bar checking the drinks are okay for the following day and generally cleaning up. He whistles a quiet tune while he works. After he finishes, he heads towards the door his private area. He steps on a squeaky floorboard which emits a highly annoying, but fortunately quite quiet sound.

<@Narrator> The barkeep remains behind the bar checking the drinks are okay for the following day and generally cleaning up. He whistles a quiet tune while he works. After he finishes, he heads towards the door his private area. He steps on a squeaky floorboard which emits a highly annoying sound.

<@Narrator> He stops suddenly, hoping none of his guests were disturbed by the noise. For a moment he thought he heard someone moving - probably one of those guests that hadn't gotten to sleep yet. He shrugs and resumes his path to his area.

<@Narrator> Upstairs, figures shift about in the darkness slightly, blocking the doors to the rooms in some manner or other while trying to be discreet.

<@Narrator> One heads to a window and sticks a solitary digit out as the others creep downstairs.

<@Narrator> Seeing the signal, a flock of figures hiding outside move forward. They swiftly climb the structure of the inn. They manage to open the windows to the rooms and enter.

<@Narrator> They remove a single dagger from their pockets and dip it in a small vial of dark-green liquid. They each step over the beds, ready to strike.

רשת Tengu rolls in his bed, knocking over a glass of water that was on his bedside locker. The glass shatters, startling the assassin, and himself awake.

רשת Shandor hears the noise and is awoken.

רשת Faelnon looks up and sees the assassin in the moonlight streaming in through his open window.

רשת Varadrion opens his eyes slowly and sees an assassin creeping into his room

רשת Shandor blinks a few times and sees the silhouette of an assassin.

<@Narrator> The assassins seem momentarily phased by the complication, but resume their mission.

רשת Tengu asks, "Hello, what can I do for you?", while slowly moving away.

רשת Shandor shifts suddenly off his bed as the dagger stabs into his pillow.

<@Narrator> The assassin next to Tengu seems rather baffled by this, but says, 'If it isn't a bother, you dying would be nice.'

רשת Varadrion rolls off the side of the bed and draws a dagger

רשת Ariea lies perfectly still, she watches the assassin raise his dagger before she swings her legs out, striking his side. She follows up by using both feet to shove him away.

רשת Thor wakes up as the blade stabs down. His eyes widen and his head ducks, his hands clutching at something and bring it over his head. The dagger hits Thor's armour and does not indent it.

רשת Tengu jumps aside, not risking to check the intruder's intentions on his own throat.

רשת Varadrion jumps over the bed at where he thinks the assassin is, but realizes in mid-air that he is no longer there, and crashes to the floor

רשת Thor chuckles and says, 'I knew there was a reason why I always wear this.'

רשת Tengu grabs his staff and advances towards assassin, spinning it, "Everyone has his day, put down your weapon and we wont resort to violence."

רשת Thor gets out of bed swiftly and grabs his axe which is propped against the bedside locker, just beneath the open window.

רשת Ariea searches around for her sword, she fails to find it as the assassin hurls himself at her.

רשת Varadrion rolls against the wall and looks for the assassin, spotting him standing near the door

<@Narrator> The assassin grins behind his mask, 'I *like* violence!'

רשת Ariea almost bursts into giggles as she simply steps out of the way and leaves a foot protruding. The assassin hits the foot and trips over, into the chair, breaking it in two.

רשת Shandor grabs his assassin's wrist as he tries to bring the dagger down again. He swings a leg up, striking the assassin in the knee. He then drops the leg and uses the other to push off his bedside locker, grabbing the assassin's hood with his free hand. The two tumble to the ground, the dagger slides from the assassin's hand and glides itself to the corner of the room and under a chest of drawers.

רשת Isondil rolls over and hit's his head off the assassin's leg and wakes up and jumps out of bed

רשת Ariea goes to help Shandor by grabbing a flower pot.

רשת Tengu sighs as he did expected something of the kind, "As you wish"

רשת Shandor and his assassin are rolling on the ground, trading random kicks and punches while making vague attempts at strangling each other.

רשת Isondil runs backwards grabbing his rapier on his way backwards

רשת Varadrion runs toward the assassin, knocking the dagger aside with his own and driving his shoulder into the assassin's stomach.

רשת Ariea tries to make out which one to hit as they roll. She brings the flower pot down.

רשת Shandor , having just been struck by a flower pot, rolls over and stares at the ceiling in a painful daze.

רשת Varadrion crashes to the floor with the assassin and rolls away again

רשת Tengu assumes combat stance, starting to circle around the assassin.

רשת Ariea smiles, 'Heh, whoops.' She dashes over to the bedside locker and pulls out the top, smaller drawer, it comes free of its unit and she wields it as a second flower pot, this time striking the assassin over the head.

רשת Faelnon has managed not to die during his scuffle. His attempt at opening the door failed miserably. Currently, he is fending off the assassin with a chair leg that had been broken off during the fight.

רשת Isondil ducks as his assassin throws a knife, narrowly missing his head.

רשת Varadrion dodges a strike from the assassin and kicks his legs out, and rolls back to his feet near the window

רשת Isondil rushes at the assassin and drives his rapier into his gut

רשת Shandor is bowled over when the 'unconscious' assassin springs to life. He knocks past the elf and leaps out of the window.

רשת Isondil watches as the assassin crumples at his feet and moves back towards his bed

רשת Ariea notices the other one in their room doing the same, so she uses the same tactic and manages to trip him up, this time, his fall sends him crashing out of the window.

רשת Tengu waits for assailant to move first, leaps aside avoiding dagger, but hardly retains balance after tripping on a small chair (luxuries...)

רשת Ariea can't help but chuckle at the assassin falling for the same trap twice.

רשת Varadrion lunges at the assassin but is hit in the chest hit a foot, dropping his dagger to the ground.

רשת Shandor batters on the door, 'We need to get this open.'

רשת Faelnon swings his chair leg viciously in the first of a series of violent blows against the assassin.

רשת Tengu parries the blow, another, ripostes, barely not knocking the adversary off his feet and returns to defensive stance.

רשת Varadrion is struck in the stomach with a second kick and doubles over. Before he can react, the assassin has landed his dagger, covered in the green liquid, in his back.

רשת Faelnon goes to swing again when the assassin ducks and charges Faelnon. Faelnon and the assassin tumble backwards, crashing over the bed.

רשת Isondil moves back over towards his assassin and takes off his mask

רשת Faelnon dodges one strike and parries a second with the 'leg.

רשת Shandor kicks and punches the door, before he charges into it. The door, however, remains shut.

רשת Isondil reveals a young, human woman

רשת Varadrion swings an arm, knocking the assassin away, before falling to his knees solidly

רשת Faelnon swings the chair leg as violently as he can trying to take out the assassin. The assassin, meanwhile, has found Faelnon's sword and is brandishing it menacingly.

רשת Tengu sees through the assassin's feint and catches his weapon in a lock, making it fall on the floor.

רשת Isondil sigh's and tries to bust his door open

<@Narrator> The assassin sees that his work is done, Varadrion lies on the ground. The assassin chuckles before heading out of the window into the night.

רשת Faelnon ducks as the assassin swings the blade downwards. It buries itself into the wall a foot or so above Faelnon's head.

רשת Faelnon takes his chance and swings his chair leg into the assassin's stomach before swinging it up and striking the assassin in the face. Bloodied and battered, the assassin falls backwards, towards the window.

רשת Varadrion moans quietly before passing out

רשת Isondil sees that there is no chance of escape through the door and moves towards the window

רשת Faelnon can't control his rage as he continues to beat the assassin with the chair leg. He is taken off guard as the assassin gets a lucky punch in.

רשת Tengu kicks the dagger aside and ceremoniously puts his staff aside.

<@Narrator> An arrow whizzes towards Isondil's personage, fired from the shadows of another building.

רשת Faelnon stumbles backwards slightly as the assassin tackles him to the ground. The chair leg skitters along the wooden floor as the two become locked in a battle to see who gets to it first.

רשת Faelnon cannot reach the chair leg in time as the assassin clutches it. He swings it just as viciously as Faelnon did. He strikes the elf in the side of the head, the face and the neck as Faelnon dizzily stumbles around the room.

רשת Tengu starts closing in with the assassin with bare hands.

רשת Faelnon falls to the ground from another blow, this one between the shoulder blades.

רשת Isondil dives towards the ground below the window

רשת Shandor sprints at the door and charges into it, shoulder first. The door shudders and fractures slightly. He and Ariea begin kicking at the small fracture to increase it.

רשת Faelnon is lying on the ground as the assassin towers over him, ready to deliver the final blow. Nauseated, disorientated and wounded, Faelnon sees a last desperate chance; his quarterstaff, under the bed.

רשת Faelnon reaches a bloodied hand forward and grabs one end of the staff. He swings it and it collides with the assassin's ankles, causing him to falter in his move.

רשת Isondil crawls over towards his bow as arrows hit the far stone wall and drop around him

רשת Faelnon lets his rage take over as he seizes his chance. He rolls over so he is facing the assassin and strikes him in the face with the end of the staff. He hollers like a wild beast as he launches into action.

רשת Tengu appears slightly surprised as the enemy grins evilly and gets another dagger from his boot.

רשת Faelnon scrambles to his feet swinging the staff in a wild, undisciplined manner. This, however, takes the assassin by surprise - he was expecting organised moves.

רשת Faelnon continues to strike the assassin as he herds him to the window again.

רשת Isondil grabs his bow and quiver and crawls back towards the window

רשת Faelnon rams the butt of his staff into the assassin's chest. The assassin hits the window frame as he tumbles out.

רשת Faelnon waits for a few seconds, drinking in the victory, the atmosphere - the intoxicating smell of blood before he collapses to the ground.

רשת Tengu is being pushed back by the series of trained swings.

רשת Shandor has managed to make a hole big enough in the door to squeeze through.

רשת Ariea follows Shandor out.

רשת Shandor begins knocking away the barricades to the doors, they are of wooden construct.

רשת Isondil scrambles up to one side of the window and tries to see where the archers are

<@Narrator> A high-pitched sound echoes around the inn and any assassin still capable flees to the windows and disappears back into the shadows.

רשת Isondil aims an arrow at a retreating assassin and watches as it strikes him on the back of the neck

רשת Shandor enters Faelnon's room, 'Are you okay?'

רשת Tengu is quite surprised at his assassin's escape as himself was almost pressed to the door.

רשת Ariea un-barricades Varadrion's door.

רשת Faelnon attempts to mumble something sarcastic, but gives up.

רשת Thor stands, hollering out the window, 'Where ye goin' ye wee cowards!? I was just gettin' started!'

רשת Isondil replaces his bow as any of the remaining assassin's are either to far away or hidden in the shadows

רשת Tengu takes his breath and staff, carefully comes closer to the window and looks out.

רשת Ariea stands over Varadrion, 'Er guys? Need help!'

רשת Shandor moves into Varadrion's room, but after removing the remaining barricades.

רשת Tengu hears Ariea and leaves the window, proceeding to Varadrion's room with caution.

רשת Varadrion lays on the floor unconscious

רשת Shandor crouches down beside Varadrion, 'We need to get him into better light, there are a lot of oil lanterns downstairs, let's take him there.'

רשת Shandor lifts Varadrion's arms and says, 'Can someone help?'

רשת Ariea heads downstairs to make sure the bar area is safe.

רשת Tengu looks at Varadrion and lifts him by the legs.

רשת Isondil makes his way into Varadrion's room

רשת Shandor says, 'Okay, let's get him downstairs.'

רשת Shandor leads the way towards, and down, the stairs.

רשת Tengu nods and moves towards the stairs

רשת Shandor calls at Faelnon, 'We need your help.'

רשת Isondil makes his way downstairs

רשת Faelnon brushes his hands against his face, coating them in blood, he isn't entirely sure that it is his own; he is disgusted by the amount in either case. He stands up and heads towards Shandor's voice, realising that he is needed.

רשת Varadrion flutters his eyes and groans softly

רשת Tengu looks at Varadrion's wound and shakes his head.

רשת Faelnon heads downstairs and looks at the wound, ignoring the images of the earlier fight he kneels down beside Varadrion, 'Someone get my medicine bag, it... it's in my room.'

רשת Ariea disappears upstairs to get them

רשת Varadrion groans a bit, seeing images of himself holding Caeilie with his knife drawn, he shouts loudly 'No!' and falls out of consciousness again

רשת Shandor approaches the only door out of the bar area.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Get the landlord.'

רשת Shandor states sadly, 'You mean ex-landlord.' He opens the door fully, revealing the landlord in a chair, head fallen backwards, a clean cut across his throat.

רשת Shandor closes his eyes and bows his head, 'I'm sorry Jason, we should have never involved you... forgive us, forgive me.'

רשת Isondil says 'What now?'

רשת Faelnon orders, 'Barricade all the windows, bolt the doors and barricade them too. It is too dark outside to move elsewhere when they could strike from anywhere. We'll stay here 'til the morning, but I don't want any surprises.'

רשת Thor nods to Faelnon and heads upstairs.

רשת Tengu wonders, "Why did they pull back then?"

רשת Shandor says, 'More resistance than they expected?

רשת Isondil nods and bolts the entrance to the inn

רשת Varadrion flashes his eyes open quickly again, seeing another vision, this time of himself slashinh Caeilie's throat, and the smell of blood filling his nose. Images of what could be his children flash through his mind, and his eyes open wide, before shutting violently

רשת Isondil says 'But there was a lot of them and archers as well.'

רשת Tengu shrugs.

רשת Thor shoves a bed under the window and lifts it onto its end so it covers the window. He then gets the bedside locker and props it against the bed. He begins doing the same for each room.

רשת Faelnon performs some simple tests on the vial of 'poison' taking from a corpse of an assassin before stating, 'This isn't it. It must be a catalyst of some sort. The poison must be on one of the blades.'

רשת Shandor says, 'I'll get one from my room, it disappeared out of the assassin's grasp, I don't think he got it again.

רשת Shandor heads upstairs and gets the dagger.

רשת Shandor returns downstairs and hands the dagger over to Faelnon.

רשת Tengu comes to the window and peers into darkness for few seconds, before shutting it close.

רשת Faelnon is working as fast as he can, he notices some minute carvings on the blade, 'Hmm, this is interesting. Yes, it is written in elven, and the innards of the carving have some sort of red liquid.’

רשת Varadrion opens his eyes a bit and looks around warily

רשת Isondil locks the back door and pushes a bench in front of it

רשת Faelnon grabs a leaf from his bag and gives it to Varadrion, 'Chew on that, it should help with the pain.'

רשת Varadrion chews on it

רשת Shandor grabs a table and shoves it up against the front door.

רשת Shandor grabs a chair and puts it on top of the table.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Dark horrors. That's the dagger's name, according to the handle. According to the carvings, it condemns the victim to the darkest moments of their lives as it slowly, and painfully, kills them.'

רשת Shandor says, 'Sounds cheerful.' As he hauls a couch over and adds to the front door barricade.

רשת Varadrion groans "That explains a lot"

רשת Tengu comes close to Varadrion and looks at him, "Any way to help him?"

רשת Isondil says 'Horrible' and thinks about a few of his terrible moments in his life

רשת Faelnon says, 'I might be able to come up with an antidote, but I need a few moments.'

רשת Faelnon begins working.

רשת Shandor blocks or boards up all the windows he can find.

רשת Isondil says 'How come nearly every inn we enter we end up having to barricade ourselves inside it?'

רשת Shandor says, 'It is like a party game.'

רשת Varadrion shouts "Nooooo" as another vision hits him

רשת Faelnon says, 'I think I may have an antidote.'

רשת Faelnon grabs a few select leaves from his bag and grinds them into a mush with a mortar and pestle.

רשת Faelnon creates a bandage with the mush and cloth, he wraps the wound with it, 'There, that should counter-act the poison, but the stab wound will take time to heal.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'Get a fire going.'

רשת Ariea grabs a tinder box out of her pack and goes to light the fire.

רשת Shandor stops Ariea from lighting the fire, 'Wait, look at that.' He points to a rather dark substance in the fireplace.

רשת Shandor dips a finger in it, 'Looks like oil.' As he says this, several more drops land on the top of his hand.

רשת Varadrion looks around the room and see the dead landlord, sparking another round of screaming and wide eyes

רשת Tengu looks at Varadrion, then at fireplace.

רשת Shandor states grimly, 'Something tells me the assassins haven't given up just yet.'

רשת Shandor says, 'The assassins should be thanking us - we did their work for them we've barricaded ourselves in.'

<@Narrator> The drops of oil increase into a steady trickle. The oil is now spilling out onto the wooden floor.

רשת Varadrion looks at Shandor groggily "You're joking"

רשת Isondil says 'Let's un-barricade ourselves then, fast'

רשת Shandor says, 'If I was joking, it would've begun with 'A dragon, a priest and the president of Tildruin go into a bar...'.'

<@Narrator> The oil stops for a few moments. Suddenly, several clay pots fall down the chimney, they shatter and send oil everywhere. Moments later a burning torch hits the fireplace, the oil is instantly ignited. The fireplace is engulfed in flames, which climb higher on patches of oil that hit the wall of the fireplace while coming down.

רשת Varadrion swears loudly in elven

רשת Shandor is hit in the face by some of the oil. He calmly wipes it off, 'That isn't good manners.'

<@Narrator> The flames burst out of the fireplace and onto the patch of oil on the floor, as well as everything else.

רשת Isondil rushes towards the entrance and begins to move the benches

רשת Shandor ducks behind the bar, leaning against a barrel. He turns around to peer over the bar, but instead looks at the barrel. There are cracks along its side that are leaking oil. He looks along the barrels that are behind the bar - they are the same. 'Darn.'

רשת Tengu says, "At least they won't hit us in darkness."

רשת Varadrion groans "Little help"

<@Narrator> The flames crawl outwards in an ever expanding circle. They also take to clawing up the walls. A thick smoke is whirling around the room.

רשת Faelnon grabs Varadrion by the arms and drags him away from the flames.

<@Narrator> The flames reach the barricades and surround them, slowly engulfing them like a wolf gnawing at a carcass.

רשת Isondil knocks a bench away from the door and shout's 'Help'

רשת Shandor grabs Isondil by the shoulder and hauls him out of the flame's path.

רשת Shandor says, 'Watch it or we'll be eating well-done elf next...'

רשת Faelnon says, 'An idea could be of use here...'

רשת Isondil nod's and says 'Anyone see any water?'

רשת Faelnon shakes his head.

רשת Shandor thinks for a moment before suggesting, 'If we can get upstairs we can try and get one of the windows open.'

רשת Faelnon shrugs, 'Good as any. Stay low to avoid the smoke.'

רשת Faelnon scoots up the stairs quickly.

רשת Shandor sprints across the room and up the stairs.

רשת Tengu steps away from the flames, taking his breath.

רשת Varadrion says "not a problem, since.." he finishes the next part loudly "Can't get up"

רשת Isondil rushes up the stairs

רשת Faelnon says, 'You could if you tried... the blade didn't effect your ability to walk...'

רשת Faelnon tries to help Varadrion anyway.

רשת Shandor can feel a cool breeze against his face, 'Wait, didn't we close up all of the windows?'

רשת Ariea heads to where one of the doors is open, 'This window is open.'

רשת Varadrion says "Obviously, but the whole stabbing and poison thing didn't help"

רשת Shandor looks in the room, 'Hang on.' He sniffs the air and smells the obvious scent of oil.

רשת Shandor grabs Ariea by the shoulders and shoves her out of the way.

רשת Shandor quickly shouts, 'Sorry!'

רשת Isondil smells oil and says 'uh oh'

<@Narrator> A lit torch flies through the window, coming from below, and hits the ceiling, it lands on the ground and ignites the oil. The entire floor (and some of the walls) has been covered in the oil.

<@Narrator> The room is quickly an inferno.

רשת Faelnon opens another door to a room, but its window is also open. He slams the door shut quickly.

רשת Thor groans, 'This is fun. My best axe was in that room.'

רשת Varadrion crawls slowly after the group

רשת Isondil stands on the stairs thinking

רשת Faelnon looks up, 'If we could get into the attic, we could break through the roofing. In theory.'

רשת Shandor says, 'Might as well.'

רשת Isondil nods and looks up

רשת Shandor looks up through the smoke and states, 'I think I can see a hatch.'

רשת Shandor jumps up and grabs a handle, he falls back down and takes the hatch with him.

<@Narrator> The smoke inquisitively begins heading up through the hole into the attic.

רשת Shandor locks his hands together and says, 'Alright, I'll give you a hand, get up there, and try to get out.'

רשת Ariea goes up first, the attic is very dark and already filling with smoke.

רשת Varadrion stands unsteadily and walks after the group

רשת Isondil goes up after Ariea

רשת Faelnon heads up next with the help of both Shandor and Ariea.

רשת Thor taps his feet impatiently.

רשת Shandor grins evilly at Thor. He picks him up and half-throws him through the hatch.

רשת Thor shouts, 'Ey! What in the! Put me down!'

רשת Ariea chuckles as she helps Thor into the attic.

רשת Isondil looks down at Varadrion

רשת Tengu throws his stick up into the hatch, then leaps high catching the edge of the opening.

רשת Shandor does his best to shove Tengu through the hatch.

רשת Shandor shouts, 'Come on Varadrion, I don't like saunas and I certainly don't like this place.'

רשת Shandor adds, 'I also try and avoid fiery hells when I can.'

רשת Tengu lifts himself through the hatch, says excuses to anyone hit with his staff and waits to help lifting whoever comes next.

רשת Isondil says ' You'll have to jump we'll catch you'

רשת Ariea manages to dodge the staff and says, 'If I didn't know better, Tengu, I'd say you are trying to get all of us with that staff.'

רשת Varadrion jumps toward the rest of the group

רשת Shandor rolls his eyes before helping Varadrion up.

רשת Shandor grins, 'This is how you jump!'

רשת Isondil grabs Varadrion by the hair

רשת Shandor jumps to the side, kicking off the wall towards the hatch, he hits his head off the lip of the hatch and waves his arms furiously.

רשת Ariea and Faelnon grab Shandor's arms and help him up, 'Oh yeah, that's how you jump alright...'

רשת Faelnon grins.

רשת Shandor groans, rubbing his head.

רשת Faelnon says, 'May I advise getting out of here before we all suffocate?'

רשת Isondil helps Varadrion through the hatch still holding onto his hair

רשת Thor nods, taking a small hammer from his belt. He begins pounding on the roof.

רשת Tengu looks at Varadrion then scratches his own bald head, thinking of something.

רשת Ariea lies on her back and kicks against the roof with both feet.

רשת Isondil kicks the roof

רשת Shandor tries to help the demolition of the roof.

<@Narrator> A small hole is created where a tile has shattered and slipped off.

רשת Isondil kicks at the tiles around the hole

רשת Faelnon approaches the hole and peers out. As he steps back an arrow whizzes through the hole and hits him in the shoulder.

רשת Faelnon winces in pain and takes another step back.

רשת Shandor says, 'Darn it, I hate persistent assassins.'

רשת Varadrion kneels and says "Finally the pain is gone"

רשת Shandor grabs the only sword of his that made it out. He stabs it violently through the hole and waves it furiously around.

רשת Shandor shouts, 'Make the hole bigger!'

רשת Thor gets his hammer and beats the tiles around the small hole.

רשת Ariea helps Thor and Isondil.

רשת Varadrion draws his sword and drives it through the hole in the roof

רשת Tengu starts pounding the tiles with his staff, making them crack.

<@Narrator> The tiles around the hole begin to shatter and fall away.

רשת Isondil continues kicking the tiles

רשת Varadrion drives another hole in the roof and ducks under it

רשת Isondil takes out his bow and wraps it in cloth and lights it from the flames downstairs

רשת Shandor crawls out through the hole, ripping his tunic and scrapping at his skin as he goes.

רשת Isondil fires the arrow towards the building the archer's are inside

רשת Varadrion crawls out, but being smaller then Shandor, has an easier time

רשת Shandor watches as the assassins begin to flee.

רשת Shandor smirks before running along the roof, parallel to one. He dives, feet first, down the roof tiles. He knocks into the assassin on the edge and sends the assassin tumbling from the roof with a terrifying scream.

רשת Isondil crawls out through the hole

רשת Shandor , meanwhile, grabs hold of the guttering and is dangling from the roof.

רשת Varadrion rushes at the first assassin and knocks him over, pinning him to the ground

רשת Faelnon crawls out, more to escape the fire than to fight.

רשת Thor gets out comfortably, waving his hammer about and grinning.

רשת Isondil fires an arrow at an assassin on the roof

רשת Thor sees them running, 'Ah come on! Give a dwarf a good fight!'

רשת Varadrion looks closely at the assassin and says to him "I remember you," and draws his dagger, "unfortunately for you, I always finish my work"

רשת Ariea gets out.

רשת Varadrion drives his dagger into the assassin's throat, and twists it around before standing up"

רשת Tengu climbs out the hole, slides down the slope, balances for a moment on the edge, but finally manages not to fall down.

רשת Varadrion kicks another assassin in the face as he runs by before delivering a vicious kick to the side of the head and breaking his neck

רשת Shandor shimmies along the guttering before he finds a vertical pipe. He quickly scales it down and stands on the ground, triumphant.

רשת Shandor heads over to the corpse of the fleeing assassin he caught.

רשת Faelnon climbs down the same pipe Shandor did.

רשת Ariea gets off the roof in the same manner that the other two used.

רשת Thor looks around for any more assassins, depressed that they have all fled, he climbs down.

רשת Isondil stabs an assassin with an arrow before lighting it and firing at the house the archers are in

רשת Shandor removes the assassin's hood.

רשת Faelnon looks at the human face before he notes a tattoo on his forehead, 'That odd. I could swear that I've seen that mark before...'

רשת Shandor says, 'It isn't one I'm familiar with.’

רשת Varadrion sees one last assassin preparing to climb down the roof, and rushes at him

רשת Ariea says, 'No, I don't think I've seen it.'

רשת Isondil fires an arrow striking the assassin Varadrion was rushing at and watches as it hits him in the neck

רשת Ariea thinks for a moment.

רשת Varadrion walks up to the assassin as the arrow hits him, grabs the arrow, and shoves it the rest of the way through, and then kicks him off the roof

רשת Tengu scans the roof for enemies and decides to climb down.

רשת Varadrion climbs off the roof on the pipe

רשת Varadrion walks up to the rest of the group and asks "What are you all looking at?"

רשת Shandor points to the tattoo, 'Faelnon says he as seen it before, but isn't sure where.'

רשת Shandor says, 'Me and Ariea don't recall seeing it.'

רשת Varadrion says "Oh.. well it doesn't look familiar to me"

רשת Isondil moves over towards Shandor and looks at the tattoo

רשת Faelnon says, 'I need a moment... I know I have seen it. It was important... I always try and associate things with other things. This was something to do with winter, or a blizzard...'

רשת Shandor thinks, *Ka-raaazy*

רשת Faelnon says, 'Foilae. When that army people thing attacked Foilae's castle. Their leader, Ja-something had those markings on his breastplate.'

רשת Varadrion says "Not those guys..."

רשת Shandor says, 'That's it, should I ever meet whoever is behind this Evil, I'm insisting he give us some new enemies.'

רשת Varadrion says "You can ask him after I kill him"

רשת Shandor says, 'We need to get back to the 'train and get the hell out of here.'

רשת Varadrion says "Works for me"

רשת Shandor heads swiftly to the 'train. The drivers are still awake, and are watching the burning in. Shandor orders them to head anywhere away from here as soon as everyone is on board.

רשת Faelnon says, 'What about Jason's family?'

רשת Shandor stops for a moment, he states quietly, 'It will be easier if they think it was an accident.'

רשת Faelnon nods slowly to Shandor before helping the others on board.

רשת Varadrion looks back at the pub silently... shuddering from bad memories before stepping aboard

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III - Um, it isn't Tuesday, thus, the witty statement hasn't been installed... yeah... um >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>



'The Best of the Rest'



:: <@Outre> May I suggest an assassin group to hunt down those of in-attendance and to end their lives with extreme pain?

:: <@DrCBVI> You may.

:: <@Outre> Then I do.

:: <@DrCBVI> Good idea.

:: <+Zorlen> The forces of Darkness can be awarded a technical victory.

:: <@DrCBVI> Ah, but the Forces of Pedantic Evil are still fighting, the First, Outre, The Evil One (TM), charge!

:: <@DrCBVI> The mighty Forces of Pedantic Evil rush towards the fortress of Dark's Deep in Helm's Deep style.

:: <@DrCBVI> The Evil One (TM)'s llama-teletubbie army choke and die - years and years of smoking catching up on them.

:: <@DrCBVI> Outre attacks using his dictionary definitions. He looks to be winning when suddenly, the Darkness drops an AOL conversation on Outre. Outre explodes.

:: <@DrCBVI> The First realises he isn't a corporal being and runs straight through the wall of the fort, running through the women's locker room. Thus he gets distracted enough for someone with a Club of Phantom Whackage +10 to sneak up behind him and give him a lobotomy.

:: <@DrCBVI> The Sixth sees all this happening, whistles, and stalks off back to his Cloud Castle.

:: <@DrCBVI> We could always still do the 'Quest' tonight, or I could write an obnoxiously long story version and force everyone to read it...

:: <+Zorlen> Yeah, and make everyone to pass through exams on it.

:: <@DrCBVI> Ooo, excellent idea.

:: <+Zorlen> "What were Shandor's words when the group screwed for 157th time?"

:: <@DrCBVI> lol

:: <+Zorlen> a.) "Oops..." b.) "Aaargh!" c.) "Ok, plan #158 then."

:: <@DrCBVI> lol

:: <@DrCBVI> All of the above?

:: <@DrCBVI> d) "Will me dying help?"

:: <+Zorlen> e) "That was not my fault. Anyway, being turned into beavers has its positive sides."

:: <@DrCBVI> lmao

:: <@DrCBVI> f) "I'm sorry, but you've got to admit, that big red button did look inviting."

:: <+Zorlen> lol

:: <+Zorlen> g) "It was you who suggested that we should amuse the public. I never said that demon summoning is simple."

:: <@DrCBVI> :D

:: <@DrCBVI> h) "Oh so now you suggest talking to them."

:: <+Zorlen> hehe

:: <+Zorlen> j) "These Gods have awful sense of humour..."

:: <@DrCBVI> :)

:: <@DrCBVI> k) "Are you sure it is 157 times? Seems a lot..." *Zoom forward a few days of counting "Hey! 157 my ass, it is 210 and you know it!"

:: <+Zorlen> :))

:: <+Zorlen> missed "i"

:: <@DrCBVI> Oh yes

:: <@DrCBVI> whoops

:: <@DrCBVI> i) "This isn't real, see I can stab myself and it won't hurt.... Aaaaahhh! There's tomato ketchup everywhere!"

:: <@DrCBVI> Hmm, I know. The story will be written, and everyone, save you and me, will endure painful and embarrassing deaths.

:: <+Zorlen> l) "Trap disarming is simple, look..."

:: <@DrCBVI> lol

:: <@DrCBVI> e.g. Varadrion runs from his room, but trips on his own foot and tumbles down the stairs into a flock of rabid flamingos who tear him apart.

:: <+Zorlen> or "... reads his Quest IV part and dies from laughter."

:: <@DrCBVI> lol

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:: <+Zorlen> hi

:: hey

:: <+Zorlen> how are you?

:: fine thanks you?

:: <+Zorlen> me too

:: good

:: <+Zorlen> I know

:: <+Zorlen> :)

:: <+Zorlen> Uhm...

:: <+Zorlen> Well...

:: <@DrCBVI> hey

:: <@DrCBVI> thanks for letting me know Zorlen

:: <+Zorlen> welcome

:: רשת DrCBVI ties Isondil to his seat.

:: <@DrCBVI> You, RP!

:: [os] mode (#tildruin) +v Isondil (DrCBVI)

:: רשת DrCBVI ties some puppet strings to Isondil and makes it look as if he is RP-ing.

:: <+Zorlen> we are loosing him!

:: <+Isondil> lol

:: <+Isondil> i'm back

:: <@DrCBVI> Nurse, get the deliberator, use unhealthy amounts of electricity to make him medium-rare.

:: <@DrCBVI> unhealthy...

:: <@DrCBVI> So... opinions... game plans... Shandor quotes...?

:: <@DrCBVI> Who still wants to 'Quest' this night?

:: <+Isondil> me

:: <+Zorlen> err... what if someone says different?

:: <+Isondil> ssh

:: רשת DrCBVI grabs his shotgun, 'Who what where why?'

:: <+Zorlen> just asking, just asking

:: <@DrCBVI> Goodie.

:: <@DrCBVI> In character, prepare battle stations. Mr. Worf, arm the phasers. O'Neill, watch out for the Goa'uld, the force is strong in me, and me alone. Exterminate! Exterminate!

:: <@DrCBVI> Anywho,

:: <@DrCBVI> onwards and upwards my fiends. Um, friends, I meant friends.



רשת Thor is informed, by Faelnon, what the plan is for today, 'So, er, who'll be in charge of er... findin' the rumours?'

רשת Faelnon shrugs, 'You, I guess, if you want the post.'

רשת Thor says, 'I would indeed, 'course I would be required to visit some respectable establishments where alcoholic beverages are served...'

רשת Isondil yawns

רשת Faelnon smiles, 'Yes Thor, you are allowed into the pubs.'

רשת Thor rubs his hands together, 'Great.'

רשת Isondil rolls his eyes at Thor's comment



רשת Shandor moves towards a food stall, where Ariea is taking a look through ingredients.

רשת Ariea smiles at Shandor, 'Just imagine the meals I can make with these.'

רשת Shandor does imagine and tries not to grimace. He quickly says, 'It's poison!'

רשת Ariea says, 'Poison?'

רשת Shandor continues, 'Um... yes, they found out recently, really deadly.'

רשת Ariea says, doubtingly, 'Rosemary is poisonous?'

רשת Shandor nods emphatically, 'Indeed, now, come along, there's another stall that might interest you.' He says while gently directing her away from the stall.



רשת Shandor adds, 'Wait, don't I know you? Jason something, right?'

רשת Jason nods, 'And you, if I recall, are Shinnor.'

רשת Shandor shrugs, 'Close enough. Shandor if you want to be technical.'

רשת Thor smiles, ''E's only kiddin', 'is name's Shindy.'

רשת Isondil grins and says 'Hi Shinnor'

רשת Shandor smirks and says, 'Greetings, Ondil.'



רשת Jason says, 'You folks aren't half peculiar, most of the elves are ordering dwarven drinks that normally break a person for a few days.'

‘You folks aren’t half peculiar, you’re completely barmy.’

רשת Isondil grins and says 'Some of us elves are made of stronger stuff.'

רשת Faelnon chuckles, 'Or are just stupid enough to drink it.'



<@Narrator> OOC Okay, if you would like to have a look at your rooms or something (Tengu, you can even shout at your bed for being to ritz-y P)



<+Isondil> ooc Time for Thor to go to an AA meeting

<@Narrator> OOC Where's the Timewarp song? For the love of Tarkna! Where's the Timewarp song?!

<@Narrator> OOC I'm forming the AAA Addicted to Alcoholics Anonymous, it'll be the next big thing.



<+Tengu> OOC Are we sleeping or what?

<@Narrator> if you wish

<@Narrator> It is a little early in the day, but what the hay. OW! That's for rhyming again - Editor



<@Narrator> The world sighs with relief as Shandor finds the Timewarp CD.



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<@Narrator> OOC wb

<@Narrator> OOC We didn't do anything since you left so don't panic

רשת Tengu asks, "What should we do with Isondil's corpse?"

<@Narrator> OOC Shush shush! Just throw it out the window.

ooc oi

ooc lol

ooc “we didn't do anything except kill you”



רשת Ariea tries to make out which one to hit as they roll. She brings the flower pot down.

רשת Shandor , having just been struck by a flower pot, rolls over and stares at the ceiling in a painful daze.

רשת Ariea smiles, 'Heh, whoops.'





רשת Thor stands, hollering out the window, 'Where ye goin' ye wee cowards!? I was just gettin' started!'

<+Varadrion> ooc in spite of the fact thor did nothing for like 10 minutes, lol

<@Narrator> OOC D - I know, too many characters, too many good Faelnon fights. Let's just say he was fighting like a dwarf would.

<+Varadrion> ooc with a tankard of ale?

<@Narrator> OOC Damn Straight!

<@Narrator> OOC (why do you think he brought two up to his room? )



רשת Varadrion flutters his eyes and groans softly

<+Isondil> ooc crybaby

<+Varadrion> ooc You are so dead when I wake up

<+Isondil> ooc lol what you gonna do flutter your eyelid's P

<@Narrator> OOC lol, Ondil, just stab him again.



רשת Isondil says 'How come nearly every inn we enter we end up having to barricade ourselves inside it?'

רשת Shandor says, 'It is like a party game.'



<+Isondil> ooc aw but he's gonna kill me when he wakes up D

<+Varadrion> ooc yer damn rite i am

<@Narrator> OOC Don't worry, Faelnon will poison him, then Shandor will kill you. Everyone's happy.

<+Tengu> OOC If he dies, can I have his boots?

<@Narrator> OOC Sure

<+Varadrion> ooc bury me with my boots on, you cheap *Shmeep – Ed.*

<+Isondil> ooc that goes for me to



רשת Varadrion crawls slowly after the group

<@Narrator> OOC Ah get up you sissy! P

<+Varadrion> ooc You're gonna get stabbed too

<@Narrator> OOC Bring it!

<@Narrator> OOC I'm so terrified that I think I'll just walk over you.

<+Varadrion> ooc I'll bite your ankle

<@Narrator> OOC Like we ever really needed Varadrion...

<@Narrator> OOC The sissy can walk if he'd just try P



רשת Isondil says ' You'll have to jump we'll catch you'

<@Narrator> OOC Ondil, don't make any rash promises P



רשת Tengu lifts himself through the hatch, says excuses to anyone hit with his staff and waits to help lifting whoever comes next.

רשת Ariea manages to dodge the staff and says, 'If I didn't know better, Tengu, I'd say you are trying to get all of us with that staff.'



רשת Isondil helps Varadrion through the hatch still holding onto his hair

<+Varadrion> ooc you are quite a dead man isondil

<@Narrator> OOC Why? Did he ruin your gel?

<+Isondil> ooc some grey’s in there aswell

<+Varadrion> ooc hair pulling hurts.. and is, by custom.. girly

<+Varadrion> ooc I AM the youngest elf u know

<@Narrator> OOC Oh yeah? *slaps Varadrion*

<@Narrator> OOC I'm 2nd eldest, thus, I can hurt you second.

<@Narrator> OOC Oh, and you should watch those greys, Varadrion,



רשת Shandor smirks before running along the roof, parallel to one. He dives, feet first, down the roof tiles. He knocks into the assassin on the edge and sends the assassin tumbling from the roof with a terrifying scream.

I just like that move, so I’ll point it out



<+Varadrion> ooc They can't all look EXACTly alike

<@Narrator> OOC Um... no... 'course not. *hides cloning plant*

<+Varadrion> ooc *kicks Shandor off roof*

<@Narrator> OOC Duh, I'm dangling from the guttering, I'm not on the roof :P

<+Varadrion> ooc sorry my bad *steps on his fingers*

רשת Ariea smacks Varadrion over the head with a tile and shoves him off the roof.

רשת Ariea charges at Isondil with a whole pile of tiles, she throws them all at him before a delivering a flying kick to his chest, sending him off too.

<+Varadrion> ooc lmao

רשת Ariea hollers furiously, 'Who's next, bi-otch!?'

<+Varadrion> ooc anyways back to killing

<@Narrator> OOC Anywho, let's pretend Ariea didn't go crazy for a moment.



רשת Ariea thinks for a moment.

<+Isondil> ooc that must be painful

Um, Isondil, -7million points for not thinking:

רשת Ariea growls before becoming Uber Witch that defeated Evil Shandor in the Original.

רשת Ariea knocks over the burning building with a flick of her wrist.

רשת Ariea stabs Isondil with a billion splinters.

<@Ariea> OOC You were saying?

<+Isondil> ooc if I was narrator I could do that

<+Varadrion> ooc meh, lol

<+Varadrion> ooc ya but yer not, lol

<@Narrator> OOC But you are not, so just go pull some hair.

<+Isondil> ooc lol I will





רשת Isondil fires an arrow striking the assassin Varadrion was rushing at and watches as it hits him in the neck

רשת Varadrion walks up to the assassin as the arrow hits him, grabs the arrow, and shoves it the rest of the way through, and then kicks him off the roof

Logic point: Considering Varadrion ‘couldn’t walk’ about five minutes (Tildruin Time) before this, we are rather surprised that he managed to handle an assassin so well.



רשת Shandor says, 'That's it, should I ever meet whoever is behind this Evil, I'm insisting he give us some new enemies.'

Go help Isondil with that hair-pulling – Ed.



<@Narrator> OOC The guy on the ground is dead, Shandor toppled him from the roof, he didn't survive. And Jayon, the enemy leader, was killed. Faelnon knocked him off the roof of the castle while he was trying to contact the mother dragon and he become rather... impaled on a row of spikes beneath.

<+Varadrion> ooc Yes I know.. but obviously someone else is alive

<@Narrator> OOC Okay. I was just boasting my obsessive knowledge of the 'Quest'-ness.



<+Varadrion> ooc Am i the only non-Colm left? lol

<@Narrator> OOC Bwhahahahahaha



רשת Faelnon says, 'What about Jason's family?'

רשת Shandor stops for a moment, he states quietly, 'It will be easier if they think it was an accident.'

רשת Faelnon nods slowly to Shandor before helping the others on board.

רשת Jason charges from the burning building.

רשת Varadrion looks back at the pub silently... shuddering from bad memories before stepping aboard

רשת Jason hollers, 'I'm aaaaalivvveee!'

רשת Jason hollers, 'ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVEEEE!'

<+Varadrion> ooc boo-urns.. let him be dead in peace

רשת Shandor shoots Jason with a double barrel shotgun that just appeared in his hands.

רשת Jason rubs a hole in his head, 'Ow, hell damn, that hurt.'

No sir-ee, I wasn’t getting tired…