You have just entered room "Cogito Ergo Sum Maledicto."
Sarcazmo47: Whoa!
Dark Japheth: Now we've gotten to the awesome latin chat names.
Dark Japheth: :P
AndrewRogue: I'll Cogito your Ergo!
Dark Japheth: Cogito Ergo Sum Maledicto (or Maledictus) roughly means "I think, therefore I am wicked."
Dark Japheth: I think it fits, too.
Dark Japheth: Anyway.
Dark Japheth: As it stands... since we've got some extra time.
Dark Japheth: Kirk, would you like a scene with Scratch?
Dark Japheth: And then immediately afterwords, Landus gets himself a Niniel cutscene. :P
Sarcazmo47: How about we do the Niniel/Landus scene first?
Sarcazmo47: Or is my scene important?
AndrewRogue: You go first. AIM-barded right this sec <_<
Dark Japheth: You liar.
Dark Japheth: I don't care.
Dark Japheth: Neither scene is important.
Dark Japheth: But they'd make ME happy as a DM
Dark Japheth: and therefore, screw what you guys want. :P
Sarcazmo47: Sounds like a plan.
coughingpuppy has entered the room.
Sarcazmo47: So.
coughingpuppy: Yay!
Sarcazmo47: If I'm poking around in the d20 Dark Side sourcebook.
Sarcazmo47: And I see something really cool, should I bring it up for possible translation?
coughingpuppy: But no Chrome again, apparently.
Sarcazmo47: Chrome died. Or something.
Sarcazmo47: I dunno.
Dark Japheth: Yes.
Dark Japheth: Bring it up.
Dark Japheth: And Chrome isn't dead.
Dark Japheth: He can't die.
Dark Japheth: Not while he holds the world.
AndrewRogue: Indeed
AndrewRogue: So... how goes the good side.
Dark Japheth: The good game was cancelled.
Dark Japheth: I said "Fuck it, none of you care but soppy."
Dark Japheth: Me- "Soppy, if you want, we can go a solo game."
Dark Japheth: Him- "In amaryllis? I'd be fucked nine-ways to saturday."
Dark Japheth: Me- "This is true."
Dark Japheth: Him- "Yeah, how about I think about it for a day?"
coughingpuppy: He should have played with us instead!
Dark Japheth: ~-~-~Day passes~-~-~
Dark Japheth: Me- "So what did you think."
Dark Japheth: Soppy- "FUck No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!"
Dark Japheth: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dark Japheth: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AndrewRogue: Wow
Dark Japheth: He spent the entire day adding exclamation points or something
Dark Japheth: I dunno
Dark Japheth: Anyway
Dark Japheth: Before I start, I like cutscenes. Who else likes cutscenes?
coughingpuppy: Cutscenes are awesome.
Dark Japheth: I think they says a lot about characters and really, thats important. Not numbers on a sheet.
Dark Japheth: Gooooody.
AndrewRogue: Cutscenes are real fun
Dark Japheth: Want a "badguy but really at the moment just NPC cutscene" or a "dream" kind of cutscene today?
Sarcazmo47: The first one.
Dark Japheth: That would be a Dream cutscene.
Dark Japheth: Wonderful, so we are in agreement?
Sarcazmo47: But I don't want a Dream cutscene!
Dark Japheth: Oh phooey.
Dark Japheth: The Marquis stands, reading a simple book. Probably "Discourse on Rulership Through Belief" or some other crap like that.
Dark Japheth: The man is once again dressed in the red vest, and his pale skin reflects the already dim light- his door, granite, has opened, and inside walks the beautiful lady Melanie.
Dark Japheth: "Queklain, my love. What has he told you?"
Dark Japheth: The Marquis glares at her with a red, bloodshot eye, almost crimson, bleeding slightly from the things it has read and seen. "The same he has told me."
Dark Japheth: "Soon. Soon is all I fucking get."
Dark Japheth: He smiles, though, and holds her in his arms, instantly. The red demonic eye swirls its gaze across the room, and he whispers into her ear.
Dark Japheth: "Soon, though. The Crimson King sits upon the sanguine throne. Wise and mad, Thoth has paved his way. Haagenti has cleared his path. Deimos has built his throne. And Arwen.."
Sarcazmo47: (Man, he doesn't get fucked around with with Pain Chains, huh?)
Dark Japheth: "...is... amused." He smiles, and looks at her.
Dark Japheth: She looks into his eyes.
Dark Japheth: The Marquis gazes at a set of chains, which leap into the air, and wrap around them both. Neither flinches as small cuts open across their skin, neither notice...
Dark Japheth: as the chains fill them with searing, ungodly pain. Neither notices when the twins, Zabon and Zabok, feed from the blood that pours from each of their bodies.
Dark Japheth: And cutscene over.
Dark Japheth: Who wants a dream sequence?
AndrewRogue: (Hang on. I'm AFK a minute or two here. Emptying mother's car)
Dark Japheth: Heh
Dark Japheth: 's ok.
coughingpuppy: I already had one. I think Skocion does, since Andrew's busy.
Dark Japheth: Ri, actually
Dark Japheth: Your dream sequence
Dark Japheth: is exactly what happened above.
Dark Japheth: Except
Dark Japheth: you feel what both sides feel
Dark Japheth: Both people.
coughingpuppy: Whoa. Creepy.
Dark Japheth: And what the twins felt- ravenous, undying hunger.
Dark Japheth: And pain.
Dark Japheth: ANd love, a twisted and sick love, no doubt
Dark Japheth: but love. Lots and lots and LOTS of pain
coughingpuppy: Like wake-up-screaming kind of pain?
Dark Japheth: Yeah, but not until they're both done.
Dark Japheth: Since Andrew is busy... does kirk want to talk with his grandpa?
Sarcazmo47: Sure!
Dark Japheth: This time, when you are pulled somewhere... you feel pulled... up.
Dark Japheth: Up, up, beyond the firmament. Beyond that small cluster of 'stars' that so many believe foretell the future. ha. As if, Fate is DEAD. Deader than Karnage.
Sarcazmo47: Deader than leisure suits.
Dark Japheth: There, sitting, in humble greying robes, is a man, sitting atop a cloud, in a chair made of the firmament.
Dark Japheth: Leisure suits are not dead.
Dark Japheth: Deader than... disco.
Sarcazmo47: Whoa.
Dark Japheth: Anyway.
Dark Japheth: In the firmament is the old man, sitting gently. He's in what would be grey robes, almost priestly.
Sarcazmo47: Skocion doesn't even wait, this time. He just walks over and plops down in front of Scratch.
Sarcazmo47: He's talking before he's even seated.
Dark Japheth: Of course.
Sarcazmo47: "Where the hell does Niniel's blood come from, old man? You know, she knows. Everyone knows, it seems, except me."
Dark Japheth: He smiles. "If I told you, that'd ruin the fun of finding out."
Dark Japheth: "She's told you, though."
Dark Japheth: *shrug*
Sarcazmo47: "Oh, go to hell, Scratch."
Dark Japheth: "Been there. Done that."
Dark Japheth: "To put it in away you might understand, since you ARE so young... 'FUCK. THAT."
Dark Japheth: "So her blood flows backwards, inside out, who cares?"
Dark Japheth: "Niniel is still Niniel."
Sarcazmo47: "You know her, Scratch. Or did."
Dark Japheth: "Care for a game of Othello?" He gestures, the board sitting between you.
Sarcazmo47: All I can think of is Othello the Moor Of Venice...this a game I'm not familiar with?
AndrewRogue: (You never played Othello?)
Sarcazmo47: Uh...remind me.
Dark Japheth: *sighs*
Dark Japheth: Ok.
AndrewRogue: (Its like Go. You lay White/Black pieces and attempt to surround them to capture it)
Dark Japheth: One player is black.
Dark Japheth: One is white.
Dark Japheth: Surround a piece on both sides with a certain color, flip over all in between them.
Sarcazmo47: Oh.
Sarcazmo47: I know that one.
Dark Japheth: Whoever has the most of their color wins.
Sarcazmo47: Nevermind me.
Dark Japheth: "I still know Niniel. Well, she doesn't speak with me anymore- what does it matter?"
Sarcazmo47: "It perplexes the hell out of me. Pick a color. "
Dark Japheth: "Black."
Dark Japheth: "You go first."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion goes. "How did you meet her?"
Dark Japheth: He smiles. "Same way I met you."
Dark Japheth: "Although she was born while I was alive."
Dark Japheth: He shrugs.
Sarcazmo47: Skocion actually doubletakes.
Sarcazmo47: "She's a descendant of yours?"
Dark Japheth: He smiles. "A little more directly than you. My blood in you has been filtered so far that I can hardly distinguish it."
Sarcazmo47: "How directly, exactly?"
Dark Japheth: "Now that is a question you'll have to ask sweet Niniel."
Sarcazmo47: "And get a nice fat lie for my trouble.
Dark Japheth: "Aha. You see, do you know why she lies to you?"
Sarcazmo47: "I don't know a damn thing about her, Scratch. Cept that she's like an angel on drugs."
Dark Japheth: He snorts. "Angels can't lie. Then again, neither can you... who knows what those fuckers have been doing up there."
Dark Japheth: "Think a little lower than that."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion shrugs. "I'm a little curious how fiends got into your bloodline."
Dark Japheth: He smiles. "A few of us, myself included, got a little bored. Used the sorceror powers we'd gotten from wherever, and summoned up a few succubi."
Dark Japheth: "The females preferred pit fiends, if I recall correctly. My own daughter had a consort, Gazra..."
Dark Japheth: He smiles, and shakes his head. "Pleasant memories."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion just gapes at the man for a moment.
Sarcazmo47: "Scratch.....and I mean this in the nicest possible way.....you are fucked up."
Dark Japheth: "Why thank you."
Sarcazmo47: "Who was us?"
Dark Japheth: "Us, as in, the members of my bloodline."
Dark Japheth: "You've got the blood of fiends in you somewhere."
Dark Japheth: "Somewhere deep, not enough to do much, just enough to pause."
Dark Japheth: "Any other nifty blood secrets you'd like me to reveal about those descended from me?"
Sarcazmo47: "...you know, I think that's allright." He observes his losing position on the board for a moment.
Sarcazmo47: "Who was the greatest mage that ever lived, Scratch?"
Dark Japheth: "Heh. Which time period?"
Dark Japheth: "Which continent?"
Dark Japheth: "In what categories?"
Dark Japheth: "Casting spells by the blood or by book? Or by mind?"
Dark Japheth: "You have to narrow it down a little bit."
Dark Japheth: "Actually... I will. If you tell me in Amaryllis, in Hell, or in Heaven, I'll answer for you."
Sarcazmo47: "What's the difference?"
Dark Japheth: "Heh."
Sarcazmo47: "The greatest sorcerer, then."
Dark Japheth: "Sorceror is Japheth. By far. He prophecized that I'd do great things, and indeed, I did. Then he died, most tragically. Killed himself, tried to get some vampire bitch to love him."
Dark Japheth: "And not her husband." He laughs.
Dark Japheth: "Japheth is related to me, too, you know. He was a little LESS distant than you, but still pretty freaking far."
Dark Japheth: "Goddamn, I have a lot of fucking descendents. What year is it, anyway?"
AndrewRogue: (I like scratch <_<)
Dark Japheth: So does Gorth.
Sarcazmo47: "Uhhh......five hundred and twelve Anno Liberatis."
Dark Japheth: He places a piece, then recoils as he realizes he's left something open.
Dark Japheth: "Not that long, then. Can any of you who share my blood at least NOT fuck like rabbits? Sheesh."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion leaps to take advantage of the opening.
Dark Japheth: At this point, scratch is recouping his losses. "I liked it better when I played a fiddle."
Sarcazmo47: "Yah? What did you wind up doing instead?"
Dark Japheth: "Stealing souls for power."
Sarcazmo47: "Oh. That sounds like fun."
Dark Japheth: "Its a dangerous and lonely path."
Sarcazmo47: "I'd figure you knew that before you started."
Dark Japheth: "I did. But I didn't realize I could fail."
Sarcazmo47: "Fail at what?"
Dark Japheth: He just smiles. "Anything."
Dark Japheth: "My hubris was, in fact, how I was murdered. I didn't take enough precautions.
Dark Japheth: "And in my arrogance, I believed myself to be stronger than all. I was horrifically wrong."
Dark Japheth: "I'd show you my body, but its pretty gone with decay and years and all."
Dark Japheth: (Figure out some more questions while I go smoke.)
Sarcazmo47: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU DEAD MAN
Sarcazmo47: Nah, that won't work.
Sarcazmo47: "So who wound up killing you, Scratch?"
Dark Japheth: "Couple of people."
Dark Japheth: "They had grudges against me for some stupid reason, something I'd done in the past. Fucked their parents or children or something. It doesn't matter now."
Dark Japheth: "All that matters is that I'm dead."
Sarcazmo47: "Yeah, but I'm not."
Sarcazmo47: "And I'd like to stay that way."
Dark Japheth: "A good sentiment."
Dark Japheth: "But you can always be raised, though."
Sarcazmo47: "Why didn't you?"
Dark Japheth: "Its a little more complicated. In order to raise someone from the dead, you've gotta be stronger than them."
Sarcazmo47: "And there's just no one out there stronger than you, Scratch?"
Dark Japheth: "Nobody willing to raise me. I wasn't well liked, you know."
Sarcazmo47: He drops another piece a flips a few more.
Sarcazmo47: "Gee, I wonder why."
Dark Japheth: And Scratch looks at the board. "It appears you win." He waves his hand, unforming the pieces into fog.
Sarcazmo47: He subsides for a moment.
Dark Japheth: And returning them to the firmament.
Dark Japheth: "Only one being in all of creation loved me."
Dark Japheth: "I always thought she was a crazy bitch."
Dark Japheth: "No, take that back- two people."
Sarcazmo47: "Who?"
Dark Japheth: "My sister, and my lover."
Dark Japheth: "...And now that I think about it, my first daughter, too. Probably."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion is quiet for another moment.
Sarcazmo47: "When did you die, Scratch?"
Dark Japheth: "The others were mostly ingrates after me for power. You are the first descendent of mine who hasn't actively sought out a way to claim my power for their own. Thanks for that, by the way."
Dark Japheth: "A little bit after my favored childe, the mad prophet Carthage."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion waves his hand at that. "No problem. I figure I can get my own power without having to jew someone else out of his."
Dark Japheth: "They still use that phrase?" He laughs. "Good, my influence wasn't totally wasted."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion shrugs and looks down for a moment. "So you think I...shouldn't worry about Niniel?"
Dark Japheth: "Actually."
Dark Japheth: "You should worry about her. Quite a bit."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion grumbles. "Why?"
Dark Japheth: "She's fiery, powerful, and determined. If you deny her what she wants, she'll get it anyway."
Dark Japheth: "Its easier to just agree with her. I learned that a while ago." He sighs.
Dark Japheth: "But really, Riannon. How's she doing?"
Sarcazmo47: "She doesn't want a damn thing from me. Least, not yet."
Sarcazmo47: "Riannon? Uh...fine."
Sarcazmo47: He thinks.
Sarcazmo47: "I think she liked Rivas Kul more than she let on."
Sarcazmo47: "Either that or she's going nuts."
Sarcazmo47: "She wants to go back and learn about some guy....Queklain."
Dark Japheth: "Queklain?" He sits up abruptly. "Queklain. Queklain. Hmm."
Dark Japheth: "The guy in charge of the Bazaar of wonders?"
Sarcazmo47: Skocion shrugs. "I dunno. He's a noble."
Dark Japheth: "Yeah. That's probably him."
Dark Japheth: "Do me a favor?"
Sarcazmo47: "What?"
Dark Japheth: "Don't let her go alone."
Dark Japheth: "She's important to someone I care about."
Dark Japheth: "SHe'd never let me hear the end of it if you went off and let her die, or worse, end up working as a brainwashed cleric for the Whore."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion shrugs. "I wasn't planning on it, anyway. She's important to me, too. Wasting friends is like stabbing yourself in the neck."
Dark Japheth: "You know, about six thousand years ago, I might have agreed with you."
Dark Japheth: "Anyway. Go. Shoo. I need to think."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion blinks. "Wait. Aren't I the one that ends these meetings?"
Dark Japheth: "Normally."
Dark Japheth: "Fine, fine. Anything else to say?"
Sarcazmo47: Skocion shrugs. "Nope."
Sarcazmo47: And wakes up.
Dark Japheth: Woo.
Dark Japheth: Andrew, jew back yet?
AndrewRogue: I have been
Dark Japheth: Wonderful.
Dark Japheth: I must have missed it
Dark Japheth: because
Dark Japheth: I was busy having Kar... I mean Scratch talk to Skocion
Dark Japheth: Now am I just saying that to torment you, Kirk? or am I saying it to make you think I'm tormenting you when really this person happens to be a dead god of evil?
Dark Japheth: Am I saying it and you think I'm saying it to make you THINK he's evil but I'm trying to divert your attention, because then I wouldn't obviously slip up?
Dark Japheth: Man, too much metal gear solid recently.
Dark Japheth: Anyway, you ready for a Niniel scene?
AndrewRogue: Sure.
Dark Japheth: Niniel, while you two rest from a hard day of flying, the last day before the city of Penobscot...
Dark Japheth: She looks at you. "Landus, thank you."
AndrewRogue: *busily works to get the cramp out of his wings* "What?"
Sarcazmo47: OW MY BRAIN
AndrewRogue: (?)
Dark Japheth: I just had sex with Kirk's brain.
Dark Japheth: Using a rusty spoon.
Dark Japheth: "Thank you." She looks at you as if it should explain everything.
coughingpuppy: ((Kirk, be a man and take your thermos.))
Sarcazmo47: ((HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA )))
AndrewRogue: (I have yet to get a Thermos <_< Yay!) "Specifics would be useful Nin." *he winces a bit as he works to unfold them*
Sarcazmo47: (But I don't like the thermos!)
Dark Japheth: "You know what the most romantic thing in the world is?"
Dark Japheth: "When you hold a girls hair while she throws up. You did that once, and for it, I have to say, thank you."
Dark Japheth: She smiles.
AndrewRogue: (*notes that*) "Eh heh heh heh..."
AndrewRogue: "I suppose I oughta say thank you for coming out here."
Dark Japheth: "You still haven't asked me for something yet. You asked Skocion, indirectly, and he got Riannon to help."
Dark Japheth: "But not me."
AndrewRogue: *he sighs* "Asking roundabout doesn't work I guess. All right then... will you help me bring Jeanne back to Tamarand?"
Dark Japheth: "I can help with more than that. I've already promised to help you do that."
Dark Japheth: She looks at you, her eyes practically bursting with the question.
Dark Japheth: WIS CHECK
*OnlineHost*: AndrewRogue rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
AndrewRogue: 11 <_<
AndrewRogue: "Do you know anything about her disease?"
Dark Japheth: "Actually. I have heard a little bit about it."
Dark Japheth: "Its incurable except by powerful paladins, or clerics, or those talented in herbalism and mysticism."
Dark Japheth: "Or those who have been taught how to by one who knows."
AndrewRogue: "Oh?"
Dark Japheth: "Yeah."
AndrewRogue: "That explains her bad luck."
Dark Japheth: "I don't know what even causes the disease, either."
AndrewRogue: "Do you know anything more though?"
Dark Japheth: "I've heard of a way to cure it."
Dark Japheth: She shrugs.
AndrewRogue: "And what is it?" *he keeps that same stoic attitude he always has when he asks*
Dark Japheth: "A spell I know."
AndrewRogue: *looks at her curiously* "YOU can do it?"
Dark Japheth: "Yeah."
Dark Japheth: She takes a drag from her cigarette.
AndrewRogue: *he sits there quietly for a moment* "What's the catch?"
Dark Japheth: "She'll still die, in about 70 or so years. Whenever her harpy lifespan thing is up."
Dark Japheth: "Its only delaying it."
AndrewRogue: *his voice... sounds a little more excited* "That doesn't sound like a real catch."
Dark Japheth: "Not to you. She'll always hurt at least a little bit when it rains, and she won't ever like cold temperatures."
Dark Japheth: "But any cure would do that."
AndrewRogue: "She'd... only hurt a little?"
Dark Japheth: "At least a little. Things like rainstorms, those will hurt. But chewing on something, like an herb maybe, for the pain, would fix it."
AndrewRogue: "Really?" *its brutally quiet and restrained*
Dark Japheth: "Yeah. I told you I wouldn't lie to you."
Dark Japheth: "The only way this won't work is if someone is directly causing and focusing on the virus."
Dark Japheth: "In which case, I can't do anything."
AndrewRogue: *he wipes at his eyes* "There's no reason someone would want that."
AndrewRogue: *and he just sits there for a while and cries quietly*
Dark Japheth: And Niniel, ever an angel of comfort, wraps her wing around you, and leans her head against yours.
Dark Japheth: Now then.
Dark Japheth: You advance, and arrive in Penobscot the next day.
Dark Japheth: This place is like NO OTHER in Amaryllis.
Dark Japheth: Towers, tall skyscrapers, dot the landscape. A vast tower, known to all as the Hall of Heroes, is the cornerstone of achievement.
Dark Japheth: It was built, supposedly, by Throkk, the greatest warrior to have ever lived.
Dark Japheth: The place is unguarded- what do they care?
Dark Japheth: And various races and peoples of all sorts wander the streets, civilized as normal folk would seem.
Dark Japheth: Giants, ogres, gnolls, half-orcs, orcs, harpies...
Dark Japheth: Beings with strange blue skin who seem to float rather than walk...
Dark Japheth: No catgirls because Gorth hates furries
Dark Japheth: JFK was shot by a furry, you know
Dark Japheth: But lots of other species and beings.
AndrewRogue: (Heh)
Sarcazmo47: Skocion...pretends not to be a little out of place.
AndrewRogue: "Well... welcome to my hometown boss."
Sarcazmo47: "It's......lively."
coughingpuppy: Riannon feels pretty strange, too, and is obviously trying not to be impressed by the tower.
AndrewRogue: (One sec.)
Dark Japheth: Oh. I am nowhere NEAR done describing the tower of the Hall of Heroes.
Dark Japheth: Its made of marble bricks. How much that cost, god only knows- Throkk again built it entirely by himself, a feat that is staggering.
Dark Japheth: Gold trim dots it, and in just about every language you can think of, the words "These are the Heroes of the Flower" dot the entire landscape.
Dark Japheth: Its at least... four hundred feet to a site, and easily thirty or so stories tall.
Dark Japheth: Again, even the huge temple of Sakhmet is only four, just for reference.
Dark Japheth: </description>
Sarcazmo47: Anyone that believes one person built that by himself is an idiot.
AndrewRogue: XD
Dark Japheth: You also haven't met Throkk.
Dark Japheth: :P
Dark Japheth: Epic Level Masonry
Sarcazmo47: It would take hundreds of years to do that with THOUSANDS of people helping/
Sarcazmo47: Grr!
Sarcazmo47: Anyway.
Dark Japheth: Ask throkk if you meet him one day.
Sarcazmo47: "So.....where is your sister?"
Dark Japheth: Ask him in the approximately six seconds you have to live.
AndrewRogue: "She's on the lower side of town."
Sarcazmo47: "....ah. Why don't you, uh, lead us there?"
coughingpuppy: "How does she take care of herself when you aren't around, anyway?"
AndrewRogue: "I pay people damn well enough to make sure she's fed and watched."
Dark Japheth: (Enjoy RP, gorth goes and has another cigarette.. it has been like an hour)
coughingpuppy: She nods, absently rubbing at her forearm. "Right. Lead on, then."
AndrewRogue: "No problem there."
AndrewRogue: *and Landus begins to lead them down the streets of Pescobnet*
AndrewRogue: *it begins on the wonderful upperside of town... big buildings, wide roads, nice people...*
AndrewRogue: *...and eventually narrows down to smaller roads. Tight buildings, a bit grimey, dirty. Its the lower end of a city.*
AndrewRogue: *Landus takes them up to a small little place, wedged between a few buildings and takes a key out of his pocket and puts it in the lock* (And I go to use the bathroom)
Dark Japheth: Inside, you hear a weak, semi-meek and somewhat tender voice call out. "La...landus? Is that you? Or is it you, Gerard?"
AndrewRogue: "You shouldn't be awake Jeanne."
Dark Japheth: "Landus!" She yells for joy. But as loud as she can, which isn't.
AndrewRogue: "Hello." *he smiles as he steps in and gestures for the others to come in*
Sarcazmo47: Skocion steps inside and stays near the door.
Dark Japheth: Niniel looks at Jeanne.
AndrewRogue: *the flat is... a bit nicer than it looks outside. Its relatively plain and bare, just a couple pieces of cheap furniture*
Dark Japheth: There is a striking resemblance between the two. Sort of. Jeanne would be pretty if she wasn't sick, probably as pretty as Niniel.
Dark Japheth: And if Niniel didn't have two years on Jeanne.
AndrewRogue: (Or two hundred :p)
Dark Japheth: Jeanne- "Who is she?"
Dark Japheth: (Two. :P)
Dark Japheth: (*described her as looking 16 and GOD HELP ME if she isn't.*)
AndrewRogue: "Eh heh... Jeanne, this is Niniel."
AndrewRogue: "This is boss Skocion."
AndrewRogue: "This is Riannon."
Dark Japheth: "These are the people you work with?" SHe smiles.
AndrewRogue: "Yeah, mostly."
Dark Japheth: Niniel- "So, you are Jeanne, huh? You are as pretty as your brother says." She walks over to the girl, and smiles.
Dark Japheth: Jeanne blushes, but says nothing.
Sarcazmo47: Skocion smiles. "We're all pleased to meet you."
Dark Japheth: She blushes harder.
AndrewRogue: "Brought you two presents today Jeanne."
Dark Japheth: Jeanne- "...Really? Landus, you spend too much on me anyway. You don't need to get me anything."
Dark Japheth: "You work all day so Gerard can take care of me."
Dark Japheth: She looks at you, but you know she does want the presents, despite the selfless act. Although she would be happy without them, she is really happy to have seen her brother.
AndrewRogue: *shrugs* "What else am I going to do with it Jeanne?"
Sarcazmo47: Buy bracers of armor?
Dark Japheth: Jeanne- "You can always save up. And buy something good for yourself."
Dark Japheth: Niniel- "Every time he buys something for you, he gets more than if he spent ten times the money on himself."
coughingpuppy: Riannon just watches and stays next to the door. She's recalling the things that the New Moon's leader said regarding the girl's sickness, and while part of her agrees, she is Landus's sister.
AndrewRogue: (Awww <3)
Dark Japheth: (You know, I think at this moment, I can convert Landus to evil, torment Skocion, and make Riannon FIRMLY against all sentient beings...)
Dark Japheth: (...so... tempting...)
Sarcazmo47: Go for it!
AndrewRogue: *he fishes about in a small waist band and extracts a small glass flower and holds it out* "Present number one."
Dark Japheth: "A flower?" She smiles, and looks at you, and gives you a hug, sitting up to do so.
Dark Japheth: You see her eyes wince with pain when she does so, but she does so anyway.
AndrewRogue: "Eh heh..."
AndrewRogue: "And this next present... its one or the other. We'll see which is better." *he grins*
AndrewRogue: "Nin... you need any time to prepare?"
Dark Japheth: Niniel smiles. "No."
Dark Japheth: She takes a small stick of incense out from her pouch, and sets it aflame, setting it on the desk.
Dark Japheth: "Now, Jeanne, I need you to take a deep breath."
Dark Japheth: Jeanne does so.
AndrewRogue: *finds himself somewhere comfy to sit*
AndrewRogue: "Sorry about this Rii. One more thing came up. Give everything a shot you know."
coughingpuppy: She nods. "No problem."
Dark Japheth: Niniel's hands seem filled with magic- those of you who can see or recognize such things know that she's casting a spell.
Dark Japheth: Spellcraft, of course, can determine what she's casting.
Dark Japheth: The incense seems a little stronger for a second- the colors in the room seem to dim.
Dark Japheth: Jeanne mutters "I'm scared, Landus." And squeezes your hand, though you know it pains her to do so.
Dark Japheth: Niniel keeps chanting, arcane phrases... but she's singing.
AndrewRogue: *quietly, soothingly* "Its all right Jeanne... you'll be better..."
Dark Japheth: A song, a beautiful song. Its strong, and powerful, yet it has no words. Her voice is melodic, and splits into several parts- in effect, singing a duet with herself.
Sarcazmo47: Freaking bards.
Dark Japheth: And her hands touch Niniel's forehead and her stomach, and then recede. The lights in the room seem normal again, the incense has burned out, and Niniel has stopped singing.
Dark Japheth: Jeanne looks stunned- frozen, almost, a small wry smile on her face. She wiggles her fingers.
Dark Japheth: And then sits all the way up, and sits on her knees.
Dark Japheth: "..." She has no words.
AndrewRogue: *sits quietly and tensely* "Does it... hurt?"
Dark Japheth: She has never understood "not" having the pain, and therefore, she can't accurately sum up the tremendous joy she now has.
Dark Japheth: "...it ... doesn't.."
Dark Japheth: She hugs you, so tightly.
Dark Japheth: If she hugged you this tightly before, she'd have broken her own brittle bones.
Sarcazmo47: Skocion coughs into his hand.
AndrewRogue: *returns it... tears trickling down his cheeks as he does so*
Sarcazmo47: Then he turns and whispers to Riannon, "I think I'll wait outside."
Sarcazmo47: And does just that.
Dark Japheth: Jeanne reaches with her other hand, and hugs Niniel at the same time.
coughingpuppy: Feeling awkward, Riannon opts to do the same thing.
Sarcazmo47: (You want the sap? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE SAP!)
AndrewRogue: (I ruin a perfectly good evil game, huh?)
Sarcazmo47: It lowers your cholesterol.
coughingpuppy: When they're both well outside the room, Riannon looks over at Skocion. "Not that I'm not happy for Landus and all, but what gets me is that Niniel didn't tell him about this a while ago."
Dark Japheth: (Of course, while all this sappy crap is going on, I'm laughing like a maniac)
AndrewRogue: (I'm waiting for the catch Gorth. Where is it?)
Sarcazmo47: Skocion just nods. "Makes you feel all warm inside, doesn't it?"
Sarcazmo47: "Apparently, she and I are related."
coughingpuppy: Riannon blinks and looks over her shoulder back towards the door. "You are? Did she tell you that?"
Dark Japheth: The catch? What catch?
Sarcazmo47: "No, another relative of mine did."
Dark Japheth: Who says there has to be a catch?
Sarcazmo47: Gorth does.
Dark Japheth: Yes, true
Dark Japheth: But
Dark Japheth: Not this time. No catch.
coughingpuppy: "That's...weird." She grins. "You'll forgive me if I don't see the family resemblence."
Dark Japheth: ....except she didn't cure the HerpeghonnosyphillAIDS.
Sarcazmo47: Skocion laughs.
Sarcazmo47: "Maybe if I had wings."
Dark Japheth: Niniel pulls apart from the hugging family- she's not a part of it. But she does look at the two and smile.
AndrewRogue: *manages to choke it out* "Thank you... thank you Nin."
coughingpuppy: "Maybe. Must be pretty far back, though. Might not even matter."
Sarcazmo47: He shrugs. "I couldn't tell you. The one who told me is a recalcitrant old codger."
Dark Japheth: "Don't worry about it."
coughingpuppy: "How does he know her?"
Sarcazmo47: "Same way he knows me, I'd guess. Blood ties." He smiles an ironic little smile.
AndrewRogue: *he finally pulls back from his sister, taking a moment to wipe his eyes* "Glad you feel better Jeanne."
Dark Japheth: She hugs you. "Yeah."
coughingpuppy: She nods, rubbing at her arm. "Small world, I guess. Wonder if she knows."
coughingpuppy: "Well, at least you don't have to worry about where her blood comes from anymore."
Sarcazmo47: "I doubt she cares, either way."
Sarcazmo47: And to that, he just grunts noncommitally.
Dark Japheth: I haven't the slightest clue how to do the emotional scene inside the house.
Dark Japheth: None.
Dark Japheth: Does this surprise anyone?
Sarcazmo47: Nope!
Dark Japheth: Goody.
AndrewRogue: (I'm pretty at a loss actually too <_<)
Sarcazmo47: Do the ninjas that attack outside instead.
Dark Japheth: What about the ninja inside the house? Jeanne is a level 20 rogue.
coughingpuppy: "Makes me wonder if Landus is going to keep on with us, actually. He might want to stick around here some to spend time with her."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion shrugs. "I'd hate to lose him. But I can't very well stop him."
coughingpuppy: "True enough."
AndrewRogue: *he finally breaks the hug and stands up slightly* "Have you had lunch yet Jeanne?"
Dark Japheth: Jeanne- "No, I haven't... just a few cups of water, its all I can hold down."
Dark Japheth: "Could." Niniel softly corrects her.
coughingpuppy: When she speaks again, it's hesitantly. "Skocion, have you been having any...uh...visions or anything lately? Anything like that? Weird dreams?"
Sarcazmo47: Skocion blinks. "Why do you ask?"
coughingpuppy: "You and Landus and Krist remembered that poetry when I did, so I figured I would. I'm starting to think I'm going crazy or something."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion blinks a few times, and looks away.
Sarcazmo47: "...maybe you are."
Sarcazmo47: "Maybe we all are."
AndrewRogue: "Did Gerad keep anything here for you? If that's the case I think we all need something."
Sarcazmo47: "Yes, I've been having.....dreams. After a fashion."
coughingpuppy: "Well, now, you're optomistic. What kind of dreams? I'm guessing not like mine, since the first couple were about a tree and the land and..." She grins. "Well, you know, druidy stuff."
Dark Japheth: "No, he didn't. He always brought the meals from home."
Dark Japheth: "Maybe we could all go out and get ice cream. My treat?"
AndrewRogue: "Eh heh... sounds great to me."
Sarcazmo47: "...no, not like that."
Sarcazmo47: "I met an old man."
Sarcazmo47: He clams up a bit after that.
coughingpuppy: "You've been talking to somebody? I, uh, talked to someone too. Or at least I think I did. I figured that's why I'd go looking for stuff about Queklain."
coughingpuppy: "Not sure that's such a good idea anymore, though."
Sarcazmo47: Skocion blinks. "I'd surely like to know who is sending these dreams. And why."
Dark Japheth: "Lets go!" She stands up, and immediately buckles. "Man, I'm not used to walking."
coughingpuppy: "Er...I'm not sure mine are sent by anybody. At least, not if I heard right."
Dark Japheth: She does so, though, and adapts incredibly fast!
Sarcazmo47: "An ant I can handle, but a pawn that doesn't know its own color......that doesn't sit very well with me."
coughingpuppy: She blinks. "What?"
Sarcazmo47: He waves his hand. "Nevermind. It's not important."
Sarcazmo47: And I assume people spill out of the house now?
AndrewRogue: "Let's see if Rii and boss want something."
Dark Japheth: Indeed.
Dark Japheth: They spill out.
Sarcazmo47: "Ah. Feeling better, little lady?"
Dark Japheth: "I am. Skocion, right?"
Sarcazmo47: "Right." He takes off his hat and bows with a flourish.
Sarcazmo47: "Headed somewhere?"
Dark Japheth: "We're going for ice cream. My treat. Want to come along, Skocion?"
Sarcazmo47: He quirks a smile. "I'd be delighted."
Dark Japheth: And the party merrily skips off to enjoy ice cream.
Dark Japheth: ~-~-~End~-~-~
Sarcazmo47: You bad man.
coughingpuppy: Aww. We're ending early.
Dark Japheth: No, I'm good.
Dark Japheth: I know we are.
Dark Japheth: I have to get up early tomorrow.
Sarcazmo47: Ah.
AndrewRogue: Ah.
Dark Japheth: Mom making me fill out applications, make a resume...
Dark Japheth: All that jazz
Sarcazmo47: Aww, a job?
Dark Japheth: Mandatory thoughts on the session?
Dark Japheth: Yeah. I know!
Sarcazmo47: I'm waiting for the ninjas.
Dark Japheth: Mom- "What do you want to DO with your life?"
Dark Japheth: Me- "I want to be a male version of Paris Hilton."
Dark Japheth: Mom did not think it was funny.
Sarcazmo47: Either that, or a crusading paladin.
AndrewRogue: Indeed. Ninja's are expected. It was fun though ^_^
Dark Japheth: Paladins. Heh. Heh heh heh.
Dark Japheth: You ain't in Nagukor
Dark Japheth: Nagukor = sole supply of the worlds ninjas.
Sarcazmo47: Well.
Sarcazmo47: The fact that you already have epic plans for these characters scares me.
Dark Japheth: I don't. :P
Dark Japheth: You all do.
Dark Japheth: I merely provide the canvas.
Sarcazmo47: Yeah, whatever, canvasman.
Dark Japheth: For which your character paints their own glorious view.
Dark Japheth: I have ideas as to where you'll all go.
Dark Japheth: I'm willing to bet Skocion will end up with divine ranks, as a god of red tape, buearocracy and the mob.
AndrewRogue: Oooh, God of Red Tape.
Dark Japheth: He's the god you pray to when you have to put files in the yellow folder, but instead place them in the amber folder.
Dark Japheth: Anyone else have anything interesting they'd like to bring up?
Dark Japheth: Or any questions for mr DM?
AndrewRogue: What spell!
Dark Japheth: Remove Disease
Dark Japheth: duhhhhh
AndrewRogue: My local clerics suck.
Dark Japheth: Why couldn't a local cleric of Luthien, or Gabriel, or Tiyrael, even do it, though?
AndrewRogue: Because they suck.
Dark Japheth: These are all good questions. And yes, Penobscot is not known for its clerics.
Dark Japheth: Should have lived in Asgard.
Dark Japheth: Heh.
Dark Japheth: I like how you hate clerics now.
Dark Japheth: This makes me a happy DM.
AndrewRogue: That's because mine suck.
Sarcazmo47: We all hate clerics!
Sarcazmo47: Especially Bandon.
Sarcazmo47: He sucks.
Dark Japheth: lol.
coughingpuppy: I like divine spellcasters.
AndrewRogue: LITERALLY
AndrewRogue: LOLOLOLOLOL
Dark Japheth: burn.
Sarcazmo47: Tee hee!
Dark Japheth: Bandon would probably like the Dark Age of Amaryllis.
Dark Japheth: :P
Sarcazmo47: Why?
Sarcazmo47: More people to give cookies to?
Dark Japheth: This is the first time that there is an actively evil country. That is known to be evil.
Dark Japheth: But every time that clerics or diviners attempt to figure out the alignment of the place
Dark Japheth: It turns up as Not Evil.
Dark Japheth: And they clean up in time for clerics of the Judicator.
Dark Japheth: And now everyone sees the reason for the passports.
Dark Japheth: If you don't have one, you are in, but in a week- enough time to clean up most of the things offensive. And hide things that you can't clean up
Dark Japheth: Anyhoo.
Dark Japheth: I go sleepy now.
Dark Japheth has left the room.
Sarcazmo47: I wait for pizza to arrive.
AndrewRogue: I... figure out what to do.
coughingpuppy: I...get offline and call Kirk, I think.