‘Kiergath’ connected
GM: check to see if everything is good
GM: Seems good on my end
GM: NO
GM: :P
Bobbert: :(

Alusair: hmm

Kiergath: Sure
Kiergath: lets hear it
Kiergath: :P
GM: [1d4+6 = 7]
GM: [1d4+6 = 8]
GM: [1d4+6 = 7]
‘Shenvallei’ connected
Shenvallei D’ansille: Are either of you planning to try Aion when it comes out?

Alusair: ai-who?
GM: It looks pretty, but I dont know if I’m going to bother with it
Alusair: I’m kind’ve happy where I am.
Shenvallei D’ansille: sigh, I need the stats for wild mage.
Shenvallei D’ansille: as in bab, saves, abilities at level 1 ect
GM: Yeah, yeah
GM: I gotcha
GM: Let me dig up my book

Shenvallei D’ansille: I think I found it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: a pdf online anyway
GM: LEVEL 1
GM: +0 BaB
GM: 0 fort
GM: 2 ref
GM: 0 will
GM: Special: Wild Magic
Alusair: Tome of Magic, ain’it?
GM: +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
Shenvallei D’ansille: no complete arcane 3.5
GM: yeh
GM: I have that up right now
GM: d4
GM: 2+int skill points
Shenvallei D’ansille: ok I did my hp already
Shenvallei D’ansille: last time
GM: yeah
Shenvallei D’ansille: and I added my new feat for 6th
Alusair: I haven’t!
Alusair: but alex knows that
GM: Yeah
Shenvallei D’ansille: what does wild magic do?
GM: reduce your caster level by 3
GM: from now on
Alusair: and add 1d6, no?
GM: da
Shenvallei D’ansille: ok so since I have practiced spellcaster I only reduce it by 2 yes?

GM: uh
Alusair: huh?
GM: if PS is +1
Shenvallei D’ansille: Morgan and I talked about it.
Alusair: practiced spellcasting compensates for up to 4.. you’re WM 1..
Alusair: So it would add 1…
Alusair: yes
Alusair: effectively you’re -2
GM: da
Alusair: not -3
Shenvallei D’ansille: right
Alusair: sorry. Just had to think about it for a sec
Alusair: lol
Alusair: 3e still doesn’t always add up in my head yet
Shenvallei D’ansille: so by level 3 in WM that -3 will no longer exist
Alusair: but damned if I could play 2nd ed at this poitn. <sigh>
Alusair: yeah
GM: lol
Shenvallei D’ansille: no different class skills right?
GM: uh
GM: bluff
GM: conc
GM: craft
GM: intimidate
GM: knowledge
GM: profession
GM: spellcraft
GM: use magic device
Shenvallei D’ansille: sweet

Alusair: sweet indeed
Shenvallei D’ansille: its not letting me edit them again sorry alex. when you can please take add 3 to bluff, 2 to knowledge (dungeon creatures), and 1 to ride horse

Alusair: did yuo remember to change “Available Ranks” from 0?
GM: All set
Shenvallei D’ansille: thanks
Shenvallei D’ansille: Oops I meant 1 total rank to ride horse
Shenvallei D’ansille: not .5
Shenvallei D’ansille: After that Im set.
GM: lol
Alusair: if you wanted 1, you shoulda put in 2
Alusair: its cross class
Alusair: :p
Shenvallei D’ansille: I know but I get +7
Shenvallei D’ansille: skills this lev
GM: Yeah, yeah
GM: all done
GM: You boys remember what we left off at?
Shenvallei D’ansille: I do.
GM: Alright then
Alusair: goody.

You had just escaped from a prison in Curst. You are in a nearby alley, where Almach is keeping watch on the main road, and Riley undoes your bindings, Shenvallei.
Shenvallei D’ansille looks around. “Is Curst more dangerous than Sigil?”
Alusair: “Ehh… I’d say thats a definate yes.”
Alusair: “But its a different kind’ve dangerous.”
Alusair: “At least in Sigil, most people won’t shiv you in plain sight. In Curst, uh… no such courtesy, you see?”
Shenvallei D’ansille covers his head in his cowl.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Lead on. I have no idea how to get back to Sigil.”
Alusair: “Well, I sure don’t know.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Almach?”

“Portals in Sigil, a specialty. Portals to Sigil.. those are more of a rarity. I’m a guest in this town…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Riley? Have you ever been here?”
Riley De Beul: “I have a small apartment in town, for when I have days off. I’ve never been to Sigil, though. I think there’s a portal in one of the Bars in the center of town, though.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Can you lead us there?”

Riley De Beul: “Of course. You guys could probably use a drink after your time in that cell, huh.”
Shenvallei D’ansille nods somberly.
Alusair: Sorry, working on things. If I don’t say anything, assume I’m following the group :P
-> Alusair: Sure thing
She leads you through winding streets, and eventually, you get to a rather small looking bar. It used to have a sign, at some point, but it seems to have been stolen a long time ago. There’s a rather large suit of armor standing by the door, looking menacing.

Shenvallei D’ansille: I walk to the door and enter.
You do so, although as you pass the armor you hear a slight creak. Within the bar, it’s exactly what you’d assume a favorite criminal’s bar would be: dark, low cielinged, plenty of boothes..
A small fireplace provides the only illumination in the entire bar, and is home to a lanky creature, tuning an instrument that looks a lot like a lute, but sounds rather alien.
Alusair: Lots of corners, I bet?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Darkvision: I scan the room for an empty booth.
Very much so.
There is an empty booth. You occupy it.

A rather ugly barman walks over. He seems to be missing an eye and half his mouth. He stares at you expectantly.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Water. Clean.”
He scoffs at you, and looks at Alusair.
Alusair: “What? Oh.. sorry. Brandy.”
Alusair: Drop a pair of gold coins on the table, look expectantly at the other two with us.
Shenvallei D’ansille nods in thanks to Alusair.
Almach Carr-ai: “Sandwine, if you’ve got it. If not, I’m sated.”
Riley De Beul: “I’ll have my usual, Stumps.”
GM: He scoops up the money and leaves.

Shortly thereafter, your drinks arrive. Almach looks dissapointed, while Riley sips at a fruity smelling drink. Shenvallei, your water doesn’t particularly look clean. Alusair, your brandy is satisfactory, if a bit watered down.
Almach Carr-ai: “Savages… they do not understand what Sandwine is… you do not pour sand into wine…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “So whats up with the guard outside the door? Fights break out here often?”
Shenvallei D’ansille shakes his head.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Im gaining the accent of a planewalker.”
Alusair cocks her head, “Didn’t notice.”
Riley De Beul: “Every hour, at least, and that’s on a slow day.”
GM: Spot check!
Alusair: Skill [Spot] [1d20+5 = 7]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Spot] [1d20+4 = 12]
Alusair continues drinking.
GM: Shenvallei, you see something swimming in your mug.
The creature by the fire begins playing a disjointed song, with no discernable rhythm or melody.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I pour the mug on the floor next to the table.

GM: You do so.
A barbed little creature flops about on the floor, trying to stab you in the boot.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Kill it Luna.”
GM: [1d20 = 10]
GM: Luna pounces.
She yelps, when she gets spined, but she accomplishes her mission.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What is the charge to use the portal Riley? I am already weary of this place.”

Riley De Beul: “I’ve never used it myself. I’ve heard people talk about it, never seen it… I guess one of the more-regular patrons might know.”
brb
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Ah. Sound advice.”

Shenvallei D’ansille stands up and walks to the next nearest occupied booth. “Im looking for a portal to Sigil and I heard it is here. Can you please tell me where it is?”
Alusair blink. Blink. Groan.
Alex Test: back

The booth which you are Interrogating has one man, who is slumped over on the table.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I wait 10 seconds for him to answer, then move to the next booth with the same question.
GM: You do so.
GM: A man looks up at you.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I smile politely.
“A partle to Sigil eh? Aye, aye, I got one o’those lined up. hunnert gold a traveller, up front, no questions asked.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Let me check my funds, one moment.”
Shenvallei D’ansille walks back to our booth.
Alex Test: brb
Shenvallei D’ansille: “One hundred gold each is the price from a man at a table.”
Alusair: “Aye? Steep, that is.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Shall I try to barter with him?”
Alusair: “Barter? With a man who we don’t even know has what he offers?”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Yes. I mean, assuming he does in fact have access to the portal.”
Alusair: “Aye, aye. And once the portal drops us all off in the soddin’ Styx, we’ll be able ta come back an’ tell him ‘Sorry, no deal.’ Right?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Well we can arrange for his payment once we arrive safely.”
Alusair: “Can try.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Almach, I know you wish to come with us, do you agree to us offering him 50 gold upon arriving safely and another 50 gold or the equivalent within a month’s time?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I know you wish to stay here Riley.”

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Almach Carr-ai: “Ech… 50 gold per? I havent spent 50 gold on anything in years.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Well I suppose I could keep asking around.”
Shenvallei D’ansille walks back to the old man at the table.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We havent the gold sadly. Unless you are in need of some service or task we could provide for you we will have to decline.”
GM: “Task, eh? Yeh… I got summat for ye… I’ll cut my price in half if ye do it, too. And a kid kin go free.”
He grins at you, showing three gold teeth.

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Ah good, we have a child with us. Do tell what it is we can be of service?”
“Look, I got me a debtor, and bein’ that I am not forgiving of my debtors, I need some muscle to go collect what is owed me, aye? You know the skin of it, chadwick, so get ye te the Tenement down and tell the damn User named Riley that ‘e owes me that book, an’ I ain’ takin no fer an anser. Oh, an bring back any loot ye find there too, eh? There’s a chap.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I write that down word for word and then bring it back to Alusair to have her translate.

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Uh, sure. We will come back here when we have your task completed. Thank you.”
Alusair: “Ya barmy sod, why din’cha find out what book ‘e wants?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Book? oh he wants a book very well.”
Shenvallei D’ansille heads back to the old mans table.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What is the name of the book?”

He looks up at you. “Look, smarmy git, I’m doin’ you a favor, an’ payin’ ya handsome. I aint got no answers fer yer questions, an’ if you ain’ do it, I’m get summat who did, an’ you pay three, sav?”
Shenvallei D’ansille returns to our table.
Shenvallei D’ansille: The books name is “Smarmy Git.”
Alusair: ”...”
Alusair sighs
Alusair: “Right. Heres the dark o’ it.”
Alusair: “He wants us tae go down ta these Tenements, find some berk, tell ‘em they owe ‘im a book, an’ then loot the place.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Great! lets rest up and go. The sooner we do this the sooner we can get out of here.”
Alusair: “One catch.”

Alusair turns to Riley, “Riley? How many Riley’s ya figger is in this town?”
Riley De Beul furrows her brow. “I don’t know… never met anyone but me. Is it a common name? Wait, are you considering that I- would live in a tenement? That -I leave debts unpaid? After all the help I’ve given you?” She crosser her arms and sits back, frowning.
Alusair: Skill [Sense Motive] [1d20+10 = 27]
She seems genuinely upset.

Alusair: “Forgive me, that was… blunt of me. It would, however, not be the first time someone made up such a story about someone as an excuse.”
She seems to understand, but isn’t any less upset with you.
Riley De Beul: “For your information, I live across town from the Tenements, by the jail, that I so courteously got you OUT of.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I think the old man said ‘he’ when referring to Riley, so we must be looking for a male.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Lets just work together and get this set so that we can be on our way. We can indulge in brandy, roses, gold, or whatever else at that time.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Can we prepare at your apartment Riley? I dont feel safe in this place.”
Riley De Beul: ”...”
Riley De Beul she seems to be weighing the previous insult aimed at her, then decides something.
Riley De Beul: “Fine. But it’s small.”
GM: She gets up and heads out the door.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Thats fine.”
Shenvallei D’ansille follows her.
GM: The four of you arrive in a rather shoddy apartment complex.
There are some rats around, and I don’t just mean of the vermin variety.
Alusair: ”. . . could use a few cats.”

You are ushered into a room, barely big enough for the double bed that’s in there. There walls are adorned with manacles and chains. The bed is well made, and there’s a black cat curled up on it.
Shenvallei D’ansille procures a pillow, sits in the corner and reads letting Luna free to play with the other cat.
Alusair slumps down against the wall near the door.
Luna does not like playing with the other cat. The other cat does not like Luna.
Luna ends up hiding under the bed.

Riley De Beul: “It’s not much, but it’s home.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Resetting Wizard Powers
Riley De Beul relaxes on the bed.
Almach Carr-ai stays outside.
You rest and study.
Riley De Beul rests on the bed, petting her cat as it lies on her stomach.

Shenvallei D’ansille: Ok set.
Shenvallei D’ansille stands and yawns.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What is the cost to live here Riley?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Or is it part of your stipend for being a member of the prison guard?”
Riley De Beul: “Six hundred a month, why?”
Riley De Beul: “This is better than living where most of the guards end up…by far.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Hmm. Nice decorations.”
Shenvallei D’ansille winks at Riley.

Alusair toys with the by-now frayed edges of her tunic idly.
Riley De Beul: “They’re handy for apprehending criminals. I’ve single handedly reduced the crime rate in this apartment block by six times. Each one of these chains and manacles has brought at least nine suspects into custody. They are nice, aren’t they?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “They are. I respect your work Riley. Far too many guards in Sigil only serve their own ends.”
Alusair: “Ain’t that the soddin’ truth..”
Alusair: “Just about had it with the bloody Harmonium.. nice ta know some of ‘em ain’t gone barmy, though.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Are you part of the Harmonium Riley? Or do you just work the detention area?”
Riley De Beul: “The Harmonium in Sigil have gone crazy? Certainly not. They just seek to uphold what law there is in that place.”
Riley De Beul: “I am a Harmonium agent, truthfully, Shenvallei. It’s been my work for over a year now.”
Alusair: “Huh.. I probably shouldn’t have mentioned my IDs earlier then. That was careless of me.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “For what it is worth, I appreciate you helping us. I know you could have run the minute we arrived here and reported our escape. You will see that we have been falsely accused, I promise you.”
Alusair: ”. . . mostly falsely, anyway.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Let us go.”
Riley De Beul: “Oh, I’d better. I—oh fuck.”
Riley De Beul her eyes flash with suprise and anger.
Riley De Beul: “You cost me my fucking job! I can’t afford to live here, now!”
Riley De Beul: “I can’t go back to work and say, ‘Whoops, sorry, all of the prisoners under my guard just up and dissapeared!’”
Alusair: “I suppose you could always come with us.”
Alusair: “You’d still be keeping an eye on your prisoners.”
Riley De Beul: ”...I don’t suppose I have any choice, now do I.”
Riley De Beul: “You go take care of your business… I have some packing to do, it seems.”
Shenvallei D’ansille nods. “Well return.”

Shenvallei D’ansille leaves.
Alusair does something involving a knife and a cutting of fabric before standing up, and lays a small square patch of black cloth on the bed. “Think of it as a promise to remember what we owe you. We’ll be back before long.”
GM: You head to the Tenements.
GM: When you arrive, your nose retreats into your face.
GM: You realize that Riley had been living in luxury
Alusair: well, yeah.
Alusair: she had a cat
GM: her room also had a bed.
Kiergath (Alusair): Therefore, Alusair loves her already. :P
GM: ...and room for a bed.

GM: These are barely closets.
GM: Low cielings, some straw, rooms full of rats
Alusair: “Charming place, Curst.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Lets find this User and be done with it.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Is Almach with us?
GM: Yes, he is.
GM: He doesn’t look comfortable in these cramped places.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Im imagining open air alleys with little more than closet sized stable holes as living spaces. Is that about right?

Alusair: . . . sort’ve almost like an open air prison, yah?
GM: Yeah, pretty much,.
Shenvallei D’ansille: How wide are the typical alleys?
GM: 4 feet.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Squalor, beyond what Ive imagined.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What saves these people from disease, starvation, and crime?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “How do they continue to survive?”
Alusair: “Nothing.”
Alusair: “Sheer luck. Survival of the fittest.”
Alusair: “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, help the rest to survive.”

Almach Carr-ai: “Or they slit their throats, and save them the misery.”
Alusair: “Now you see the truth behind the Gate Town of Curst. The closer to Carceri it gets, the worse things become.”
GM: He gestures to a nearby closet piled high with rotting bodies, all naked.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Lets get in and get out, we are likely to be prime targets here.”
Alusair: “You would be surprised.”
Alusair: “Three well armed, well equipped travellers are not the easiest targets.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “That would be one…”
Shenvallei D’ansille looks at Almach
Shenvallei D’ansille: “and a half…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What is the mark’s name?”
Alusair: “Riley.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Lets put those hard-head papers to use.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Got one for me?
Shenvallei D’ansille: “
Alusair hands over a paper.
Shenvallei D’ansille pockets it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Measure one or two?
Alusair: 1.

Shenvallei D’ansille: Ok.
Shenvallei D’ansille approches the nearest transient.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Harmonium business, Im looking for Riley. Reward to accurate information, incarceration in the pit for disinformation.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I repeat this to every transient I come across till someone answers with something useful.
GM: You get some answers
GM: They amount to “Fuck off, hardhead. You aint got no power here.”
GM: One man points you further along. he says it’s “Quite a ways.”
GM: Do you take any action against the uppity ones?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Not unless they they take an aggressive action.
GM: Aside from telling you to, politely, go hire yourself at your own whorehouse, nobody tries anything.

Shenvallei D’ansille: Continue a ways further up then continue inquiring.
GM: You eventually arrive at a door. The resident beyond the door seems to have amassed a great deal of land, so to speak, in the Tenement.
GM: The door marks the end of the long tenement, and appears to be locked.
Alusair: “Huh.. bets?”
Shenvallei D’ansille nods. “Likely.”
Almach Carr-ai: “I am not a betting man, abil.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I move up and rap at the door.
The door flies open. “What the hell do you want, pissant? I’m BUSY!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I repeat the line.
Before you stands a man with wild hair, garbed in green robes. The stench of sulfur assaults your nose from the room beyond.
GM: ”...”
He slams the door in your face.

Alusair: “Huh.”
Shenvallei D’ansille looks at Alusair.
Shenvallei D’ansille stand back.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Your turn.”
Alusair: “Finally.”
Alusair: Door, construction?
GM: Listen checks
Alusair: Skill [Listen] [1d20+5 = 8]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Listen] [1d20+2 = 17]
GM: Wooden, attached to the surrounding slums.
GM: Shenvallei, you hear Almach muttering in a strange language. It sounds like cursing.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Is it a spell?
GM: No.
GM: It’s pretty flimsy looking.
Alusair: Righto
Alusair: [1d20+12 = 15]
Alusair: 15 hit? The door?
GM: YOU HIT!
Alusair: [1d4+6 = 9]
Alusair: k
GM: The door collapses inwards. Suddenly, you both are assaulted by a freezing cold blase.
GM: [7d6 = 26]
GM: Reflex saves, pls

Shenvallei D’ansille: Reflex save [1d20+6 = 20]
Alusair: Reflex save [1d20+13 = 18]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): what is it with Morgan and d20s?
GM: [1d20 = 18]
Alusair: . . .
GM: The cold is…painful, to say the least. Shenvallei, you duck behind Alusair, and she takes the brunt of it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Where did it come from?
GM: Initiatives, please.
GM: The man standing in front of you, at a guess.
GM: He’s crackling with arcane energy.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Initiative [1d20+5 = 14]
GM: [1d20 = 20]
Alusair: Initiative [1d20+2 = 4]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): lol
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): its becomming laughable at this point
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): not you mind you, the program
Kiergath (Alusair): yeah, yeah.
GM: The man casts something, to no discernable effect.
Shenvallei D’ansille

Shenvallei D’ansille: do I get a spellcraft check for that?
GM: If you’d like.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Spellcraft] [1d20+17 = 29]
GM: I’m not going to force you to take it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I just want to know what defensive spell he cast.
You’re able to pin down the spell he just cast: Dream
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): dream? hehe no idea what that does
Alex Test: I don’t think most people do.
Alex Test: Your move.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Scorching Ray] -> Ranged touch attack deals 4d6 fire damage, +1 ray/four levels (max 3).
Shenvallei D’ansille: rolling wild magic…
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d6 = 2]
Shenvallei D’ansille: balanced
Shenvallei D’ansille: casts as a level 6
Shenvallei D’ansille: rolling to hit with both rays
GM: Alright.
Shenvallei D’ansille: [2d20+5 = 34]
Shenvallei D’ansille: both are +5
GM: You strike with both.
GM: [1d20 = 3]
GM: Damage?
Shenvallei D’ansille: first ray
Shenvallei D’ansille: [4d6 = 15]
Shenvallei D’ansille: 2nd
Shenvallei D’ansille: [4d6 = 14]

The robed man screams and collapses in a smoldering heap.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Anything else attacking us?
GM: Not as yet, no.
GM: What do you do?
Alusair: uh
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): sorry had a phone call.
Alusair: Body still there?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ill search the doorway for traps before entering.
Alusair: I’ll get out of Shen’s way by walking through the door.
GM: You search the doorway.
GM: Roll it.
GM: And yes.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Search] [1d20+7 = 25]
Alusair: Nail the body to the floor
GM: You do so.
GM: It’s nailed.

Alusair: “Too easy. Something ain’t right.”
GM: Shenvallei, you see the remains of a trap on the doorway.
GM: It seems to be a cork.
Alusair: Wouldn’t happen to be the one that blasted us when I kicked it down, would it?
Shenvallei D’ansille nods then enters.
GM: Newp.
Almach Carr-ai: “Are you looking a gift horse in the mouth, my friend? Come, let us be done with this unsavory deed.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Let us search the house.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I move forward slowly checking for traps.
Alusair: search the house
GM: Roll 6 searches, Shen
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Search] [1d20+7 = 27]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Search] [1d20+7 = 17]
GM: Alusair, roll one
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Search] [1d20+7 = 27]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Search] [1d20+7 = 18]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Search] [1d20+7 = 21]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Search] [1d20+7 = 16]
Alusair: I protest, he’s stealing all my high rolls
Alusair: Skill [Search] [1d20+2 = 14]
Shenvallei, you de-trap the entire room, including taking a pot of boiling something off of the fire.
Alusair, you find two books on a pedestal behind a curtain.
There is a crude carving on it. “Take only one.”
Alusair: ”.....”
Alusair: look at the books

GM: You do so.
GM: One book is devoid of all markings.
GM: The other book has this title: “Solo’s Guide to Volothamp.”
Alusair: Now.. let me think.. how does it go..
Alusair: Klatu.. verata… nacho..
Alusair: wait..
Alex Test: LoL
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Almach, lets gather everything we can find and put it in the middle of the room.”
Almach Carr-ai: “Siyo.”
Alusair: “Gents? Problem.”
Almach Carr-ai sets to work.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Whats wrong?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Is that the book?”
Alusair: “No.. one of these is the book.”
Alusair: “Unless the whole thing is a decoy.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Hmm.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Detect magic on the books/pedestal.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Detect Magic] -> Detects spells and magic items within 60 ft.
Almach Carr-ai: All three seem to be magic.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ill scan the entire room with that spell.
GM: Nothing else in the room seems to be magic, outside from a few daggers on Almach’s person.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Well it says only take one.”
Shenvallei D’ansille shrugs and grabs the black unmarked book and opens it.

Alusair: ...
Alusair: Back up
GM: You do so.
GM: Nothing seems to have occurred.
GM: No shattering earthquake.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I read the inside passage.
GM: The book is blank.
It’s oddly heavy.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “hmm.”
GM: It feels like you’re carrying a book full of lead, rather than parchment.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I put it back and take the other book.
Alusair: Back up farther.
Shenvallei D’ansille: And flip thru it.
You place the book back on the pedestal, lifting the other book off just in time for the pedestal to crash through the floor, the hole it makes beginning to billow black, sulfurous smoke.
Alusair sighs
Almach Carr-ai is preoccupied with the opposite corner of the room, clearing out a bookshelf, humming odd tunes to himself.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Uh oh. I thought it meant only take one at a time! Im sorry!” I yell down into the hole.
Shenvallei D’ansille backs up.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Perhaps we shoudl go.”
GM: The smoke ceases. A rather well dressed man is standing beyond the hole, looking at you, smiling.

“Oh, I understand the need for the increasing of knowledge. No harm done..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Hallo.” I smile. “Do you? Splendid forgive my intrusion. I am Shenvallei D’ansille, and this is Alusair and Almach.”
Alusair: ”....”
GM: “Oh, is that so?” Another Smile. “Pleased to meet you.” He steps over the hole. “Now, what kind of knowledge were you seeking, such that you sought out my book?”
“Oh, is that so?” Another Smile. “Pleased to meet you.” He steps over the hole. “Now, what kind of knowledge were you seeking, such that you sought out my book?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Truthfully I was just being curious. For I was hired to retreive the book so that we can return to Sigil.”
“Oh, returning to Sigil, are you? Why didn’t you say so! I’d be more than glad to assist you in getting back to Sigil!”
Alusair: ”. . .”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Oh? Excellent. In return perhaps we could aid you in some way.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Uh, what is your name sir?”
“Oh, I think you might be able to. I was trapped by this fool man in that pedestal, and it is you who have freed me. I am in your debt, and would love to help you.”
Alusair: ”. . . “
Shenvallei D’ansille laughs joyfully.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Our lucky day!”
“My name is unpronouncable in any tongue you know, I am afraid. You may call me Luke.”
Kiergath (Alusair): I always thought “Luke’s Wall” was one of the best things Black Sabbath came up with..
Alex Test: I’ve yet to hear it NOT bundled with another Black Sabbath song
Kiergath (Alusair): yeah.. it always gets played with War Pigs.
Kiergath (Alusair): at least thats how I’ve always found it.
Alex Test: Da..same
Kiergath (Alusair): just like Jack the Stripper is always stuck with Fairies Wear Boots.
Alex Test: lol
Kiergath (Alusair): ... anyway.
Alex Test: Unless you find it by Flotsam and Jestsam
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Luke, well met. Allow me to gather the items from here and then we can be off to gather our 4th companion and be on our way.”
Alusair: ”....”
Shenvallei D’ansille sets to gathering up all we could find in the room, including what was on the dead mage.
“Oh, but we cannot wait. My time here grows weak.. without being bound to something, my essence is drawing thin on this plane.” he says this worriedly, pleadingly.
Alusair: Conspiritorially, as an aside to Luke say “He’s a Prime”. Sort’ve in a tone that conveys that that should explain everything.

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Can we help bind you to give you more time?”
“Ah…a prime! Here! How delicious! But quickly, we must make arrangements for your travel. Yes, you may help bind me. Your name! Your name can bind me. Bind me, and I can provide you with the powers to travel to Sigil whenever need is strong!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Well you already know my name.”
Shenvallei D’ansille raises one eyebrow at Luke.
“Yes, yes, but that is not how a binding works. Are you not familiar with magics?” Luke seems slightly more faded than when he once arrived.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Hmm.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Is there some sort of skill I can use to know how to bind him?
GM: Knowledge (Magic)?
Alusair: that would be arcana
GM: Da, da.

Shenvallei D’ansille: I dont have that skill. Would an intelligence check combined with being an arcane caster help any?
GM: Sure
GM: Make an int check
Shenvallei D’ansille: Intelligence check [1d20+5 = 23]
GM: You have heard of binding rituals, usually performed using blood, to bind beings to service.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I think I remember a ritual Luke. I beleive it will bind you here to me. But worry not I will set you free whenever you wish, I dont like things to be trapped.”
Alusair …fidget.
“Oh, I have some materials that will aid in that, I believe… It will take a good deal of my energy to summon them. You will have to act quickly afterwards, or I shall be banished from this place.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ok.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Very well.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I pick thru the loot we collected while he is summoning his items.
He begins chanting, losing more and more form, until he is barely visible, merely a shadow. Before you sits a scroll with arcane symbols on it, a ceremonial knife, vials, candles, and powdered diamond dust.

There’s nothing more than rubble, a few silver pieces (10), and a scroll of Magic Missile.
Shenvallei D’ansille sighs
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Well its better than nothing.”
Shenvallei D’ansille pockets the silver and scroll. “We can split this up when we return to Sigil.”
seems to have dissapeared.
Almach Carr-ai seems to have dissapeared.
“Quickly, Shenvallei, the ritual! Before I slip off of this plane forever!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I head over and perform the ritual to the best of my ability/knowledge.
You do so, sprinkling your blood over the candles and parchment, while surrounded by a ring of diamond dust. You read the ritualistic mantras out loud, not fully understanding what you’re saying, but you feel power building up inside you, binding you to Luke.

The ritual is complete. You feel slightly drained and empty afterwards. Luke is more firm than ever, smiling at you, kindly.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Ah there. Let me catch my breath.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I stand when I get some of my energy back.
You do so, and eventually feel like your normal self, but you still feel empty.
Shenvallei D’ansille: As in hungry?
Alusair: I think he means “hollow”
That’s a much better word for it.
Alusair: Spiritually. Mentally.
GM: You can still feel your heart beating, so not physically.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I shake my head hoping the feeling will pass.

You shake your head, but it does not.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Al, would you like some of the silver?”
Alusair: “Pass..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Well I suppose we should return this book to the old man and thank him anyway. I hope this was Riley’s house after all.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Luke how do you feel?”
“Oh, it was a man named Riley that you slew. And me? I feel…satisfied. You truely were delicious. Do you have any friends that I may consume as well?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What do you mean… consume?”
Alusair turns and walks outside.

“Your soul, you fool. That ritual you just performed bound your soul to me… it has been a long time since I have had a Prime soul… normally those who I harvest from Carceri are severely tainted… but yours, so pure… innocent, even…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “But you will give it back when we get to Sigil right?”
”...your soul? Give you your soul back? When you’ve sold it to the devil? What kind of fool are you?!” Luke cackles.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Initiative [1d20+5 = 7]
You have rolled initiative!
Alusair
Shenvallei D’ansille
What do you do?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Target the edge of the room.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Fireball] -> Fire deals 1d6/level damage
Shenvallei D’ansille: Sudden maximized.
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d6 = 3]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Casts as a level 7.

GM: You cast the spell.
GM: Roll damage.
Shenvallei D’ansille: 42
GM: The fireball erupts, setting the wall of the room ablaze.
GM: Action?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Idea was to catch Luke in it blast but not me.
GM: Oh, you did.
GM: The flames are lapping at his feet.
Shenvallei D’ansille: good
He doesn’t look singed.
He smiles at you, licking his lips.
“Come now, wormling, you bite the hand that feeds you?”
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Displacement] -> Attacks miss subject 50% for 1 round/level
GM: It is cast.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Magic Missile] -> 1d4+1 damage; +1 missile per two levels above 1st (max 5).
Shenvallei D’ansille: [3d4+3 = 9]

Your spell hits Luke square in the chest. He looks dissapointed with you.
“Come now… maybe we’ll see each other again when your attitude has improved, young Shenvallei. Be sure, regardless, we’ll meet again, soon enough. Whether or not you’re alive is solely up to you.”
Luke smiles, and dissapears, waving.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Come back deceiver.”
GM: He does not come back.
Shenvallei D’ansille screams at the top of his lungs.
ducks his head in the door. “Allahumma, what has happened, wizard? You have lit the room afire!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I leave the building beyond enraged.
Almach Carr-ai ducks his head in the door. “Allahumma, what has happened, wizard? You have lit the room afire!”
You do so.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I cut off the hand of the dead Riley.
GM: You do so.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Alter Self] -> Assume form of a similar creature.

Shenvallei D’ansille: To grow wings.
Shenvallei D’ansille: And fly off to the bar.
You fly off to the bar, leaving your companions behind.
Alusair stands there, blinking.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): lol this character is nearing retirement I think.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): but we will see how it plays out.
Kiergath (Alusair): indeed we shall
You arrive at the bar!
Shenvallei D’ansille: I burst in the door looking for the old man.
The man is sitting at the bar now, bragging about how he “peeled” some “Prime” into going to rob some “Devil-besotten sorceror”.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Chill Touch] -> One touch/level deals 1d6 damage and possibly 1 Str damage.

Shenvallei D’ansille: I walk up to the old man.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Your book. And the dead sorcerer. My portal. Now.”
Shenvallei D’ansille throws the book and hand on the bar.
”...you’re back? And alive? Where t’hells did you get the wings at?”
He looks fairly shocked.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I am not going to ask you again. If you value your life uphold your bargain.”
“Look, cutter, I’m a con-man. I have no portal. I jes’ wanted to see if you could do what I asked! I would have given you your share of the loot from the book, I promise! Please, don’t kill me!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d20+1 = 15]
Shenvallei D’ansille: touch attack.
GM: You touch him.
Shenvallei D’ansille: more of a grab
GM: You grab him!
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d6 = 1]

GM: The man shrieks in pain.
Shenvallei D’ansille: save or -1 temp str dmg as well
Bartender: Look, buddy, take it outside! I don’t want no trouble in here!
GM: [1d20 = 7]
GM: He looks like his muscles have iced over
Shenvallei D’ansille: I dont let go until he is dead.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Then I leave the bar and make my way to Riley’s.
GM: You kill the man and are thrown, forcefully, out of the bar by two suits of armor.
GM: You go to Riley’s – Riley De Beul, or Riley the sorceror?
Shenvallei D’ansille: De Beul
You arrive at Riley’s
Shenvallei D’ansille: I knock.
Alusair follows in mute silence.

You knock.
“Look, Jess, I told you, I can’t. I’m moving.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Its Shen. Open the door.”
Riley De Beul opens the door. “Back so soon? I’m all packed.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Is that so?”
Shenvallei D’ansille enters the room and shuts the door.
Alusair grabs the door as it swings shut.
Alusair shoves it, and if necessary, Shen with it, back open to step through.
Shenvallei D’ansille: From the inside or outside?

Alusair: From the outside. Which, I suppose if you want, would be an opposed str.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Oh, hello Al, I didnt notice you were outside.”
Shenvallei D’ansille sits in opposite corner he was sitting in last time and begins reading.
Alusair closes the door quietly and stays near it, leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest.
Riley De Beul: “I take it we’re not leaving?”
Alusair: “We are still in need of a portal.”
Riley De Beul: “Oh… so we don’t have enough money to pay the man at the bar, then?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Im going to conciously start changing my alignment to CN
Alusair: “The man at the bar is no longer anyone’s concern.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: just so you know.
-> Shenvallei D’ansille: Okay. I figured as such, based on your behavior. Thanks for the heads up.
Riley De Beul: “Oh, okay.”
Riley De Beul: “We can’t stay here too long. The landlord has got someone else lined up for the apartment.”
Alusair: “Mm. That was fast.”
Alusair: “We may, at this point, be vacating the vicinity. Its unlikely we’ll find anyone in Curst willing to assist us.”

Riley De Beul: “Oh? That’s unfortunate. I don’t know anyone outside of the Harmonium, really… and well, I just quit that job.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Resetting Wizard Powers
Alusair: “Aye.. my apologies for that. Unfortunately, this all means we may have to hoof it out of here.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I read until I have re-memorized. Then I stand up.
Sure.
GM: You do so.
Riley De Beul: “Do we even have the supplies to hoof it?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We could stay here. Curst is a nice enough city.”
Alusair: “We have supplies to hoof it.”

Riley De Beul: “Unfortunately, I don’t have enough to afford to stay anywhere other than the Tenements… and I can’t stay anyway… if I do, and the Harmonium find out that I let my entire block get emptied out, I’d be sent off to Carceri.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Im sure you could whore yourself out if you needed the money badly enough.”
Shenvallei D’ansille looks Riley up and down.
Riley De Beul: ”...how dare you say something like that!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “You may not bring in top coin but shoudl be enough.”
Riley De Beul: “I’m still a virgin you gods damned pervert!”
Shenvallei D’ansille shrugs.
Alusair: “Right.”
Alusair: “On that cheery note.”
Alusair: “I’m leaving. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m not stayin’ here.”
Alusair opens the door and leaves the room.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Good this apartment is drab, overpriced, and boring. Let us go.”
Shenvallei D’ansille follows.
GM: You exit the apartment, and wind up on the street of Curst.

GM: Where do you go?
Alusair: hmm.
Alusair: Where am I going… the edge of town, most likely
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Are we going somewhere or have you reconsidered my idea to become a prostitute?”
Shenvallei D’ansille follows Alusair.
You get to the edge of town, beyond which you see several iron poles from which cages hang. Wilderness abounds beyond.
Alusair: paths or roads?
A path, yes.
Alusair: Thats the way I’m going
Alusair: Terrain?
You travel for the rest of the day. It’s fairly smooth, with some hills.

GM: You get towards a normal resting time.
Shenvallei D’ansille yawns loudly.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Oh Im sooo tired.”
Alusair shrugs slightly, “Good a place as any to stop..”
You pitch camp at the top of a hill?
Alusair: You think I’m a moron, don’t you?
Alusair: Low ground, preferably sheltered BY hills.
GM: Alright. you do so.
Alusair: Spell [Create Food And Water] -> Feeds three humans (or one horse)/level.
Shenvallei D’ansille eats in silence.
GM: You feast!

GM: Almach produces some alcohol.
Alusair: “This particular part of our little outting is, unfortunately, less than scripted. This path goes somewhere, clearly, but where I have no idea.”
Alusair: “The Outlands are not my area of expertise.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “So we dont know where we are going?”
Shenvallei D’ansille shrugs.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Nothing new.”
Almach Carr-ai: “I was lost in a sandstorm once for a month.”
Alusair: “Then being lost out here for a week or three shouldn’t be a problem.”

Shenvallei D’ansille spends the remainder of the rest time reading.
GM: You rest through the night.
GM: Do watches get set up?
Alusair: <shrug> Stay up half the night, then tap Almach.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I stay awake.
Shenvallei D’ansille: The whole night.

GM: Alright. Shenvallei, you are now fatigued.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I need to sleep here?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Elves normally dont sleep.
GM: Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that.
Shenvallei D’ansille: np
Alusair: 4 hours, deep meditative trance
Alusair: if you stayed “awake” all night, you’d be fatigued
GM: Ah, there you go
GM: Do you do A.) or B.)?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Oh hmm ok Ill A.
GM: Okay.
At the end of your meditative trance you see a faint image of Luke, smiling.

Morning comes, and Almach has gotten some rabbit from somewhere, and has cooked it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Sharing Almach?”
GM: “It’s not just for me, that’s for sure. I couldn’t eat a whole brace.”
Shenvallei D’ansille takes some.
Alusair summons her mount and spends the morning tending to it until people are ready to move on.
GM: People are ready.
GM: Riley doesn’t eat.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Did she eat last night?
GM: No.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “So why do you not eat Riley?”
Riley De Beul: ”...I feel sick.”
Alusair turns from the horse a moment, watching the conversation.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “That is a lie and a poor one.”
GM: Her answer is terse.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I suggest you say the truth before I turn you to cinders.”

Riley De Beul: “Turn me to cinders? You were so nice to me earlier… what happened? Why am I the enemy now? Why do you strike me down with your hateful words?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “That does not answer my question. And I do not care about your concerns for how I used to be. Ill offer you one more chance to speak because I am… nice.”
Alusair turns fully away from the horse, dropping one hand to the pommel of her sword and sliding it half out of its sheath.
Riley De Beul: “I don’t eat because you make me sick, happy! You, a nice man, saying that I should turn to whoring? And you act as if it’s the most normal thing in the world!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Sense Motive] [1d20-2 = 5]
Shenvallei D’ansille: She telling the truth?

GM: Yes.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Fair enough, I beleive you.”
Shenvallei D’ansille turns to Alusair.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Can we proceed now?”
Alusair slides the sword back into its scabbard. “I think its long since time we moved, yes.”
You trek onwards, seeing off in the distance, two trees, standing close together.
Alusair: ”. . . huh.”
Alusair: How far off, and is it on the path?
GM: It’s not on the path
GM: It looks to be about 4 hours walk
GM: Straight off the path
Alusair: “Huh.”
GM: Beyond, in the far distance, you can almost make out a giant spire.

Alusair: Angle off the path towards it.
GM: You do so.
GM: Time goes by.
GM: [1d20 = 3]
GM: The first hour: uneventful.
GM: [3d20 = 29]
GM: The second hour, you feel eyes upon you.
GM: [1d20 = 19]
GM: The third hour, you feel like you’re being followed.
GM: [6d20 = 54]
Shenvallei D’ansille: listen for movement while we walk
The fourth hour, the feeling dissapears, and you arrive at the two trees… they are full grown apple trees, very high up off the ground. They look golden and delicious.
GM: Roll for it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Listen] [1d20+2 = 18]
GM: You hear a rustling in the leaves, but that’s all
Shenvallei D’ansille: Continue.

GM: You arrive at the trees.
GM: Almach breathes out a sigh of relief.
The trees seem to be leaning together, almost arching.
GM: Spot check, Shenvallei
Alusair: “Hmm… looks almost too convenient.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Spot] [1d20+4 = 7]
Kiergath (Alusair): ha! You’ve caught my bug! YOU CAN’T ROLL EITHER!
GM: hahaha
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): thats my first low roll :P
Kiergath (Alusair): nah, man. your sense motive.
Alex Test: True.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): oh yeah
Kiergath (Alusair): 2 of 3 that didn’t even break 10. In a row. I mean, jeez.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): hehe
GM: What do you do?
GM: Some apples are on the ground

Alusair: “Hmm..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I kick one of the apples towards Riley. “Here eat up.”
Riley De Beul mutters, “I’m not hungry.”
Alusair: “It has the look of a portal.. Not that thats all-together useful without a Key.”
“It is a shame that these portals cannot be kicked down like so many doors.”
Almach Carr-ai: “It is a shame that these portals cannot be kicked down like so many doors.”
Alusair: “I suppose I do have a rather blunt approach at times.”
Riley De Beul: “What kind of Key do you need to open a Portal? I’ve only been through one once.”
Alusair: “Could be anything, really..”
Alusair: “Even a rat.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ill pick up an apple and cut it in half with my dagger.
GM: You do so.

GM: The apple smells delicious.
Shenvallei D’ansille shrugs and takes a bite.
GM: You do so.
GM: Spot check
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Spot] [1d20+4 = 20]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): hah
Kiergath (Alusair): ass :P
You see Luke, standing behind the arch, smiling at you.
Shenvallei D’ansille drops the apple.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Start walking towards luke with my dagger still in hand.
GM: You do so.
“Come now, Shenvallei, why the hostility?”

Alusair: he the only one who can hear this
Alusair: or not?
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I have a new offer for you Devil. Return what you stole from me, and I will forget this ever happened.”
GM: He’s not.
“I didn’t steal anything, don’t you see? You made a deal with me.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “An undisclosed contract is null and void in my book.”

“Ah, but this is not the rule with dealing with the devil, is it? You agreed to bind yourself to me. I told you that much. You performed the rite of blood.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “So be it.”
Shenvallei D’ansille studies his face then begins laughing. Then laughing maniacally.
Shenvallei D’ansille turns and walks away.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Im still laughing to myself.
GM: Very well.
GM: You laugh.
Shenvallei D’ansille leans against the apple tree and becomes silent.

GM: The apple tree leans back against you.

Kiergath (Alusair): sorry, conversing with the DM.
Shenvallei D’ansille: np did you all want to take a break for food?
Kiergath (Alusair): Uh.. Already ate, but if you want to, go ahead.. I need to work some things out with alex here.
Kiergath (Alusair): ... why am I speaking for the DM. ALEX?
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): just give me 15 mins I still want to play more.
Alex Test: Hrm? I’m fine without food, but if you need it Shen, go ahead
Alex Test: I already ate.
Kiergath (Alusair): I don’t want to stop, I just need to talk to alex. Christ
Kiergath (Alusair): :P
Alex Test: lol…works.

GM: Hmm…

Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): back
Kiergath (Alusair): wb
Shenvallei D’ansille: thanks

Alusair: almost done here.

Alusair looks from the Fiend to Shen and closes her eyes for a long moment, finally sighing deeply as if coming to a decision. She turns to the Fiend and approaches, “I would speak to you, in private.”
Alex Test: wb
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Dont be foolish Al. Words mean nothing to that thing.”
Alusair: “On the contrary.. Words mean everything.”
“Very well… around the tree, not through…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ill hide and sneak closer to listen on their conversation.
Shenvallei D’ansille: go ahead and roll my checks hide is +6
Shenvallei D’ansille: listen is +2
GM: [1d20+6 = 9]
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Do what you will.”
GM: [1d20+6 = 23]
GM: [1d20+2 = 5]
GM: [1d20+2 = 4]

GM: [1d20 = 16]
Alusair goes the long way around the trees.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ill even cast minor image to make a duplicate of myself looking dejected against the tree.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Fools.”
Alusair stands before the fiend, arms folded. “He’s not worth your trouble. You know this. A Prime, yes, and Clueless as they come. Is such a soul worth anything, even in the Nine?”
“Oh, it’s not the worth. It’s the pleasure in the conquest that makes it what it is.”
-> Shenvallei D’ansille: D’ansille You can hear what’s going on

Shenvallei D’ansille: k
Alusair: “Come. Surely such a petty sorceror as we slew could not have bound you. If you sought conquest, why choose Shen’vallei? Surely there were more.. appealing targets.”
“He was so willing. And it is true…I was not bound by that sorceror… but the one with which you travel stole his lifeforce from me.”
Alusair: “He knew not what his actions meant. That cannot be half so satisfying a conquest as one who, knowing full well what they are doing, damns themselves despite that knowledge.”
“Oh…? What are you proposing, woman?” Luke licks his lips.

Alusair: “To the point at last, is it? Very well. I propose an exchange. The soul of Shen’vallei, restored, in return for the faith of a paladin of Bast. The elf is.. dear to me. It is, in a way, the ultimate act of faith.. to abandon that faith to protect one in my charge. Perhaps you understand that in principle or concept, at least.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: I wait for the response of Luke.
Shenvallei D’ansille stands against the tree waiting for the conversation to finish.
Shenvallei D’ansille: thats my image doing that. heh.
“Very well. Very well indeed! I accept your faith, so that you may fall! Oh most delicious irony… your elf may have his soul back. You do truly have a sense of fairness about you.”
A spike appears from his palm as he holds it out to shake Alusair’s hand.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I step out from my hiding spot.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Lightning Bolt] -> Electricity deals 1d6/level damage.
Shenvallei D’ansille: maximized
Alusair: “You know what I am, and what my word means. That word given, you know I will stand by it.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Or I can kill you and take what you stole myself.”
GM: What’s the damage on that lightning bolt, Shen?

Shenvallei D’ansille: uh
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d6 = 3]
Alusair: 42.
Alusair: like the FB
Alusair: :P
Shenvallei D’ansille: 42
The spell crackles in an arc around Luke, getting redirected straight up into the skies.
Alusair extends her hand, looks down at his, and clasps it, firmly.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Stop!”
Shenvallei, you feel your soul rush back into your body, knocking you backwards.
The hollowness is now gone.
You’re slightly dizzy from the experience.
“You have dealt well.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Initiative [1d20+5 = 12]
Alusair: “Perhaps..”
“I trust we’ll be seeing each other soon.”
Alusair: “Again, perhaps. The Planes have a way of throwing off even the Powers.”

GM: Take your action, Shenvallei.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Magic Missile] -> 1d4+1 damage; +1 missile per two levels above 1st (max 5).
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d6 = 6]
Shenvallei D’ansille: how many magic missiles at 10?
Alusair: 5
Shenvallei D’ansille: [5d4+5 = 16]
GM: The missiles strike Luke.
His gaze turns to you as he stumbles backwards from the handshake, blood dripping from the spike in his hand.
Alusair flinches as the spike is ripped, nodoubt rather messily, from her hand.
He mumbles something in a demonic tongue and splays his hand out at Shenvallei.
GM: Fort save, Shen.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Fortitude save [1d20+5 = 9]

You feel every wound you have ever suffered lancing through your body, as if all the cuts were fresh and new. Each breath you take is labored and shallow. You collapse forward onto your knees, your focus blurring.
Luke cackles, smiling, and fades.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “This… isnt over.”
Alusair, 2 points, plus scarring, from the spike tear.
Alusair turns and walks mutely back around the trees to retrieve an old shirt from her saddle bags.
Alusair: That done.. dismiss the horse. I doubt it likes me much at the moment anyway.
Alusair cuts up the shirt and wraps her hand.
GM: Bandaging accomplished.

Alusair plucks an apple from one of the trees and slumps down against the trunk, beginning to cut it into slices with a dagger, “All of which still leaves us.. with one inactive portal..” She sounds rather subdued.
”...”
Riley De Beul points at the portal.
Riley De Beul: “I got bored when you wandered off, so Almach and I picked our brains, because Shenvallei wasn’t being very responsive.”
Alusair: ”. . . Oh.”
Riley De Beul: “I kicked an apple through and it lit up. Then you came back.”
Almach Carr-ai: “It was a kick to bring down a mighty djinn!”
Alusair laughs quietly to herself, an almost musical, mournful sound. “Well done, you two.” She glances at the portal, then at Riley, holding up a palm full of apple slices. “Apple?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Can I stand?
It takes you a while, but eventually the pain subsides. When it does so, it does so quickly.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Illusionary pain?
GM: Oh, the pain was real, and incapacitating, but there are no lasting marks.

Riley De Beul: “Gladly!”
Riley De Beul selects a slice and bites into it greedily, making yummy noises.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I stand and walk over to the portal.
Shenvallei D’ansille looks down at Alusair.
GM: You do so.
Alusair looks up, takes a bite of the apple.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “My resolve is no less. My gratitude beyond words. And we will have our fate restored.”
Alusair: “I would caution you to lesson that resolve. This was a battle we could not have won. He is beyond any or all of us.”
Almach Carr-ai: “Truly… and it is this tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food. This tree where we have seen the knowledge of both good and evil…”
Almach Carr-ai seems a bit lost at the occurance of everyhing.

Shenvallei D’ansille: “For now…”
Shenvallei D’ansille sits against the other tree.
Alusair: “There will come a time, and a place, for such things.”
Alusair: “For now, though, there’s nothing to be gained by pursuing a vendetta with an archfiend.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Shall we try the portal then?”
Almach Carr-ai: “Unless you wish to gain death… then there is much to be gained.”
Alusair: “The portal indeed..”
Shenvallei D’ansille steps thru.
Alusair stands up and follows after everyone else is through.
You all end up in an alley looking into the Great Bazaar. Riley gasps in awe. “Is all of Sigil like this? Truely?”

Alusair: “Some of its better, love.”
Alusair: “And, sad to say, some of it is far, far worse.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “My last visit here did not fare well.”
Shenvallei D’ansille pulls the cowl over his head.
“Hah! Mine was much the same, I wager. Though my face is likely much forgotten.”
Almach Carr-ai: “Hah! Mine was much the same, I wager. Though my face is likely much forgotten.”
Alusair: “His is not, unfortunately.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Disguise Self] -> Changes your appearance.
Alusair: “Remember, there is still one here pretending to be Almach Carr-ai, and we would do well to seek him out.”
Almach Carr-ai: “I would enjoy to meet with this…myself.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I begin inquiring. My new form is of a young brown skinned human of the desert.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I ask every shopkeep I come across where I can find Almach – Shenvallei’s apprentice.

You receive several guarded looks.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I explain that he owes me money if they ask why I want to speak with him.
Eventually you find someone who points you down an alley, where there is apparently a man who goes by that name.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Slowly head down the alley searching around.
GM: You do so.
GM: There’s a door down on one side.
Shenvallei D’ansille: search/listen
Alusair: follow him

GM: Roll them
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Search] [1d20+7 = 13]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Listen] [1d20+2 = 8]
Shenvallei D’ansille: test roll
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d20 = 12]
Shenvallei D’ansille: ok good
Shenvallei D’ansille: was about to say if I got another 6
GM: Roll again
GM: lol
Shenvallei D’ansille: no way
Alusair: Skill [Listen] [1d20+5 = 9]
Alusair: I feel its time for my nightly statement
Alusair: I fucking quit
Alusair: :P
GM: Alright
Shenvallei D’ansille: Try orange
GM: You both hear nothing
GM: :0
Shenvallei D’ansille: I knock 3 times.
You knock three times on the door, because you want to dance.

The door is opened by a dark haired, dark skinned woman, naked from the waist up.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I seek Almach, apprentice of Shenvallei to hear his wisdom.”
“He’s within, but he may not be disturbed for an hour. You may come in and wait.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Thank you.” I enter.
Alusair: Follow, still somewhat subdued
You do so…within is a lavishly decorated lounge, pillows scattered everywhere, women in various states of undress, and not a one completely clothed, sans Riley and Alusair.
Paintings of naked women adorn the walls, and the cieling is an elaborate mural.
“Please, sit down. May we be at your… service… while you wait for his enlightenment? Do you bring us two more to join our flock?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I sit.
Alusair mutters, quietly, to Riley, “Glad I’m not an Athar.. I’m partial ta my armor.”

Riley De Beul: “Shame, that… but…is this how the Athar are?”
Alusair: “Touch me or the other’un an’ I’ll splitcher bone box before ya can pull yer hand back.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “All of us wish to hear Almach’s words for ourself. As for these two regarding pleasantries, I beleive they will pass. I will take a cup of water and for it you will have my gratitude and a silver coin.”
The woman gives you a sultry, dissapointed look, biting her lower lip, as she snaps her fingers and one of the other serving women delivers you a cool cup of clean water.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Finally.”
GM: “Are you sure we cannot make you more at ease?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I drink thirstily.
Almach Carr-ai: ”...I have heard of princes living like this… has so much changed in Sigil in a month?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Your pleasantries are beyond my current coin today, but thank you.”
GM: “Oh, no coin for a seeker of faith…”

Shenvallei D’ansille looks at Alusair with a confused look, “This is a way for them to gain followers?”
Alusair shrugs, “It is not an unheard of tactic.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Come sit with us then, we would enjoy your company. Please tell us all there is to know of the faith, how the movement began, and who leads it and where so that we may become free.”
Alusair: Very deliberately move to a part of the room vacated by the inevitable push of pulsing, naked groupies rushing to sit with Shen.
GM: “Oh, these are not things to be discussed idly while sipping water. These are things to be whispered intimately, in the shadows.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I will hear Almach’s words first. Then I whisper intimately with each of you.”
Shenvallei D’ansille smiles.

Alusair slumps down onto a pile of cushions near Riley. “I’m truly sorry about what I said to you earlier.. I wasn’t thinking – we’ve been hunted for so long.. its difficult to trust anyone.”
Alusair keeps half an eye on Shen to make sure he’s not getting killed.. but short of large amounts of blood being spilled, is generally unconcerned.
“Oh, only if you can promise each of us, sealed with a kiss.” They all look at you pleadingly.
Riley De Beul: “It is okay… more hurtful things have been said… and I understand about the inability to trust.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I kiss my hand and blow it to all of them. “This will have to do for now.”
Shenvallei D’ansille smiles.
They all look agitated and extremely unhappy.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Message] -> Whispered conversation at distance.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Across the room to Alusair.
Alusair: “It would be truly disturbing if he caused us problems by behaving himself.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Something isnt right with these women.”

‘Kiergath’ disconnected
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): morgan poofed
Alex Test: eh..
GM: noticed
‘Kiergath’ connected
GM: wb?
Alusair: meh?
Alusair: fucken wierd
Alusair: I didn’t get anything past Shen’s “Something’s not right with these women”
Alex Test: That’s it
Alusair shrugs in Shen’s direction, “What makes you think that?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “They seem overly eager to please. And angry at my denial.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “not disappointed angry, agitated and extremely unhappy angry.”
Alusair: “Shen, think for a moment. Most men have no difficulty thinking with the proper ‘brain’ at a time like this. Now, tell me, why wouldn’t they be upset? You’ve rejected them after they’ve done everything they can to please you.”

Alusair shakes her head and lays back on a pile of pillows, staring at the ceiling with a rattle of sword fittings and armor buckles.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Well see.”
The women keep pawing at you, offering to give you various massages and other fleshly treasures.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I politely decline all of them on the grounds that my mind must be made clean with words from Almach first.
“But there is no better way to clean your mind… for sin is no issue… the powers no longer hold sway… come, fall with us into lust…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: How long left on my disguise self?
GM: Half an hour
Shenvallei D’ansille: Hmm.

Shenvallei D’ansille: I scan the room do I see the area where Almach is supposed to be?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Also did the real Almach enter with us?
GM: yes to 2
Shenvallei D’ansille: Are the harem girls all over him?
Almach is supposedly behind a curtained door, where there are two women with some very revealing armor and sharp weapons guarding it.
The TRUE Almach is over by the entrance, engaged in some sort of prayer, and there are no harem girls all over him.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Quick count, how many harem girls?
Shenvallei D’ansille: not counting the 2 armed ones
GM: Probably 30 or so.
Shenvallei D’ansille: The room is that big?
GM: Da.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Yikes.

Shenvallei D’ansille: In cat speak: “Luna go sneak by those 2 guard women and tell me how many people you see inside.”
GM: Problem: there’s a Door.
GM: And it’s closed.
Shenvallei D’ansille: my bad
Shenvallei D’ansille: thought it was curtained only
GM: Ah, no, sorry.
GM: It’s a door with a curtain.
Alusair yawns.
GM: You resist the womens advances?
Shenvallei D’ansille: I stand up and go stand by the true Almach and mimic his prayer.
GM: The girls aren’t fooled, but leave you alone.
GM: It’s an excrutiating hour for you.
GM: Eventually, Almach’s door opens
GM: The lead Harem girl goes in, and you are invited inside.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I cover my face when the spell ends.
GM: You do so.

Shenvallei D’ansille: I wait for Alusair and we enter.
Alusair: follow
GM: You enter.
Within, you see one man, surrounded by 5 women. All are without clothing, and have been, or are currently engaging in, various carnal acts.
The man looks…well… exactly like Shenvallei.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Almach?” I bow.
GM: “Forgive me if I don’t get up. Yes, I am Almach. I am told you did not partake in our customs..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “May I sit?”
GM: “Oh, feel free.”
GM: He gestures to a nearby cushion.
Shenvallei D’ansille sits in a crouch on the cushion.
GM: It makes a squishy sound.
Alusair: Did the other two come with us?
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Dont be startled.” I say in a calm voice.

Shenvallei D’ansille removes his hood/bandana
GM: No, they did not.
GM: Almach is too distracted by prayer
GM: and Riley has fallen asleep
GM: “Yes? Why would I be startled by that? Many can master parlour tricks.”
Shenvallei D’ansille scrutinizes Almach.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Like yourself no doubt.”
GM: He’s very much like you in face, but his body looks like it was sculpted from marble.
Shenvallei D’ansille: As in he is well built?
“Myself? No, I have never had reason to dabble with the Arcane. My faith in Shenvallei has always seen me through.”
GM: That would be an understatement.
GM: But yes.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “How did you find your faith?”
“Shenvallei approached me one day, told me that the powers were false. He said, and I believed.”
Shenvallei D’ansille nods.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What did he look like?”

GM: “He was an ugly, disfigured man… cowled… I dared not look at his face, but he walked with a lurch, and a hunch. It is a pity, but he bears all of our suffering, so that we may be free of the Powers.”
“He was an ugly, disfigured man… cowled… I dared not look at his face, but he walked with a lurch, and a hunch. It is a pity, but he bears all of our suffering, so that we may be free of the Powers.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “And it only took his words to convince you of this truth?”
GM: “It did.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “How can I hear his words? Where is he now?”
“His location is secret… too many unfaithful wish to harm him… he is hunted by the Harmonium.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I am a dabbler in the arcane, may I cast a divination upon you. I believe your words but I wish to verify them.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Detect Magic] -> Detects spells and magic items within 60 ft.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Is he emmitting any kind of ensorcellment?

“Oh, I doubt very much I could stop you.”
GM: No, he is not.
GM: Well, a certain part of him is.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Right I can imagine given his location.
GM: Yes.
GM: “Now, lets hear some more about you. I take pleasure in knowing each member of our faith intimately.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Id like to tell you a story, its about me. After hearing it you can decide if it is true or false. The one thing is that it will be either completely true or completely false. You must decide.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I proceed to tell him the entire truth since the day I arrived in Sigil.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I end it by telling him my name.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Shenvallei D’ansille.”
“Hmm… I had thought as much… your immunities to the women’s charms… your attitude. I hope that I have passed your test, master.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “The real test is if you realize if my story is true or false.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I will leave you with that.”
Shenvallei D’ansille stands up.

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Alusair, say what you will.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I had to speak to him.”
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): I realize Im hogging the chat here and for that I apologize.
Alusair: “Why would I have anything to say?”
Kiergath (Alusair): not really. lol
“I have one question, then, master, if I may.”
Shenvallei D’ansille regards pseudo-Almach.
“What would have you have me do now? The recruitment quota from Aber Toril has been accomplished by three times the original figures you presented to me.”

Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): sorry sec getting blasted by real life
Shenvallei D’ansille: “They should be told the same story I told you. And given the chance to decide if it is true or false.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I take out a quill, pen, and parchment and scribe the story of the truth and give it to him. “Dupilcate this and give it to your followers.”
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): I retract the word “followers”.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “flock.”
Alusair: Leave while Shen’s doing that
Alusair: and go perch on my pile o’ cushions next to Riley.

“If that is to be your order, master. Please, at least stay with me and partake of these women, at least once. Your life has been hard enough. To forego this.”
Riley De Beul lets out a little snore and thrashes about violently in her sleep.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “That is not, and never has been my way.” I turn and leave.
Alusair: Define thrashing violently.
GM: Tossing and turning, striking out at pillows.
You hear, from the doorway of the room. “Your way or not, master, I insist.”
The voice is stone cold.
Alusair: Wake her up.
Riley De Beul lets out a little gasp and takes a swing at Alusair.
GM: Reflex check
Shenvallei D’ansille: Initiative [1d20+5 = 9]
Alusair: Reflex save [1d20+13 = 21]
GM: I just meant for Alusair
GM: not an init situation
GM: :P
Alusair: he didn’t save. He initted
Alusair: :P
GM: Yeh
Shenvallei D’ansille: Im casting a defensive spell on myself.
GM: Alusair, you manage to grab her first before it hits your nose.
Riley De Beul: “Sorry… sorry… I was having a nightmare.”
GM: Spell, shen?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Displacement] -> Attacks miss subject 50% for 1 round/level
Alusair releases her hand, “I noticed.. Y’okay?”

Riley De Beul: “Yeah… I had a nightmare that i was being attacked by thirty pairs of breasts.”
Alusair cocks her head to the side.
“Master, I insist that you must prove your faith in me, or I will be forced to believe that you have lost the Way and take it up in your stead.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I spin on him.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “There is no faith.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “There never was.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Its just a joke. Just a JOKE.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Mage Armor] -> Gives subject +4 armor bonus.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): name the movie those lines are from and Ill be really impressed.
Kiergath (Alusair): stumped.. alex?
Alex Test: Dogma
Kiergath (Alusair): fuck me. ugh.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): Dark City. But it seemed fitting in this instance.
GM: Ben Affleck, if I’m to be remembering correctly
GM: says something along the same lines
GM: :P
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): Ill add it to my netflix Q
“Ah, but there’s the catch… these people, they’ll believe anything, just to belong.”
“I bring hope to every whore, every slut who got turned out on the street, that feels that the powers betray them.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “You bring their souls to the wall of the failthless.”
GM: “There IS no wall of the faithless, you fool!”
“There is nothing beyond the here and now!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Allow me to prove you wrong.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Scorching Ray] -> Ranged touch attack deals 4d6 fire damage, +1 ray/four levels (max 3).
Kiergath (Alusair): mother of god, this is going to hurt..
“Send message back from beyond, if you can.”
GM: Right
GM: Roll it
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d6 = 5]
Shenvallei D’ansille: level 9 so thats 3 rays
Shenvallei D’ansille: cool
Shenvallei D’ansille: [3d20+5 = 21]
Shenvallei D’ansille: dan
Shenvallei D’ansille: damn
Kiergath (Alusair): good try, though
Shenvallei D’ansille: that could have hurt
Shenvallei D’ansille: hehe
GM: Initiative, please, all parties involved
Shenvallei D’ansille: Initiative [1d20+5 = 6]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): :(
Alusair: uh
Alex Test: Ouch
Alusair: what about those of us who ARENT involved
Alusair: but could become so?
Alusair: ..right
Alex Test: ...if you’re in the room, roll it.
Alusair: Initiative [1d20+2 = 12]
Alusair: ..
Alusair: I’m not!
GM: [1d20 = 11]
Alusair: I left the little room!
GM: So did Shen.
GM: And the fake Almach
Alusair: he’s in the doorway.
Alusair: I protest.
Alusair: I’ve been framed
Alusair: The wench was already dead.
Alusair: Someone else stole his tricorder.
Shenvallei D’ansille: hehe

GM: [1d20 = 5]
GM: [1d20 = 20]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): which startrek is that from?
GM: [1d20 = 16]
Alusair: what?
GM: [1d20 = 14]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): you said tri-corder
GM: loL…
Alusair: TOS.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): Alex remember they have 50% chance to miss me with any attack if its applicable
GM: Oh, yes. I remember.
Alusair: also TMP, probably.
Alusair: I think they dropped the term in next gen +
Alusair: :P
Alex Test: Regardless, your odds are not very good.
Alex Test: 50% of 30 is still 15
Alusair: I’d like to point out
Alusair: they can’t ALL get to him
Alusair: :P
GM: With bows they can!
GM: :P
GM: DARTS
GM: anyhow…
Alusair: throw pillows.
Alusair: :P
Alusair: OF DOOM
GM: The DM is not that much of a dick
GM: ...death by subdual damage.
GM: The world’s first lethal pillow fight.
Shenvallei D’ansille: forced rape lol
Alusair: +3 Returning Vorpal Throw Pillow of Fire
Alusair: :P
Alusair: can we get on with the mass pwnage?
GM: Sure thing.
Shenvallei, Almach summons up some sort of demonic spell and hurls it at you. The lightning crackles mightily as it soars through the air at you.
GM: [1d10 = 9]
Shenvallei D’ansille: did one of my scorching rays hit?
GM: [2d10 = 11]

GM: I cant even see the rolls you made any more.
GM: I have no idea
GM: :P
Shenvallei D’ansille: 2,3,11
Shenvallei D’ansille: +5
GM: Those were the to hits?
GM: One of them hit.
Shenvallei D’ansille: ya
Shenvallei D’ansille: hehe ok heres damage real quick
Shenvallei D’ansille: [4d6 = 14]
GM: He seems singed.
Shenvallei, Almach summons up some sort of demonic spell and hurls it at you. The lightning crackles mightily as it soars through the air at you.
GM: Reflex check!
Shenvallei D’ansille: Reflex save [1d20+6 = 8]
Shenvallei D’ansille: demonic?
GM: Yes, demonic.
Alusair: meaning, “pain”
GM: [6d6 = 18]
Shenvallei D’ansille too busy contemplating demonic, Shen gets blasted full force by the lighting bolt.
It hurts like a sonofabitch.
GM: [1d20 = 6]
Riley makes it to her feet, but she’s knocked down by a harem girl wielding a two handed club.
GM: [2d20 = 23]
Alusair: oi. That ain’t right
GM: [1d10 = 10]
Almach slashes at one of the armored harem girls with two daggers, but misses horribly.
Alusair
Alusair: k…
Alusair: 15 foot long cone, targetting it to hit as many harem girls as I can, how many could I get?

GM: Probably 7
Alusair: yeah? Neat.
Alusair: Color spray.
Alusair: Will saves.
GM: [7d20 = 54]
Alusair: Unconscious, blind and stunned for : [2d4 = 5]
Alusair: then blind and stunned for : [1d4 = 1]
Alusair: and then stunned for 1 more round.
Alusair: Finito
GM: Alright.
GM: THE REMAINING HAREM GIRLS ATTACK!
GM: [23d20 = 200]
Shenvallei D’ansille: are you serious?
Alusair: Yes
Alusair: Yes he is
Alusair: <whimper>
GM: Yes.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): nice knowing you lol!
Kiergath (Alusair): Hey, I got 7 of them!
GM: Riley takes several cuts
GM: [1d12 = 6]
GM: Almach suffers a few.
Alusair: Did I at least get some of the ones on Riley?
GM: [1d12 = 1]
GM: Oh, you got the clubber.
GM: Those swinging at Shenvallei and Alusair…miss
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Deep Slumber] -> Puts 10 HD of creatures to sleep.
Shenvallei D’ansille: On a group of 10 of the girls.

Shenvallei D’ansille: how many are within melee range of me?
GM: [11d20 = 126]
GM: melee range, there are 3 atm, with more closing.
GM: Six girls drop into slumber.
Shenvallei D’ansille: If I make my conc check
Shenvallei D’ansille: for defensive casting
GM: Alright
GM: do so
Shenvallei D’ansille: or I could let all 3 swing at me
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ill let them swing
Shenvallei D’ansille: AC 19 + displacement
GM: [3d20 = 17]
GM: They all miss.
GM: Lucky you
GM: Unlucky you: A harem guard moves into the fray, with you in her sights.
GM: [1d20 = 20]
GM: [1d20 = 13]
GM: ...did that have to be a crit?
GM: LoL
GM: [1d8 = 7]
Shenvallei D’ansille: still has to pass the 50% even if its a crit right?
Alusair: yup
GM: [2d10 = 9]
Shenvallei D’ansille: please!!!
Shenvallei D’ansille: lol
GM: She lands a crushing bow with her scimitar.
Shenvallei D’ansille: hells
GM: It hurts.
GM: Bad.
GM: Not so good.
GM: It’s bleeding everywhere.
GM: [1d20 = 1]
GM: The other one misses Almach and stabs herself in the foot.
GM: Almach #fake casts a spell!
GM: No discernable effect!
GM: [1d20 = 3]

Riley gets back on her feet, rapier out, and takes a swing. She stabs a pillow!
GM: [1d20 = 10]
GM: [1d20 = 8]
GM: Almach cannot make any headway with the guard he is fighting!
Alusair
Alusair: . . .
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): run were outmatched
Alusair: How many harem girls between me and the guard on Shen?
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): its like scholomance gone wild
Alusair: Meaning, if I can just plow through one of the toothpicks that’s swinging at me, I want to do so, attacks of opp or not
Alusair: :P
GM: Probably 8.
GM: but they’re staggered.
Alusair: le sigh
GM: So you can probably rush through
Alusair: Charge through
GM: [8d20 = 93]
GM: [1d20 = 9]
GM: [1d8 = 4]
You get cocky towards the end, having been missed so many times, you forget to look at eye level, and you end up with a club that glances off your forehead. Hit provides a throbbing pain.
Alusair: ow
Alusair: can I take a swing, or not?
GM: SWING AWAY
Alusair: Armor of the guard?
Alusair: ahh, sod it
Alusair: incoming attack is 3 lower than it is.
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 33]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [CRITICAL THREAT]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [CONFIRM] [1d20+13 = 22]
GM: Nice!
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): yay
GM: It hits!
GM: GO PCS!
Alusair: does it crit?

Alusair: Allo?
GM: yes
GM: it crits
Alusair: ...kay
Alusair: [3d10+30 = 56]
Shenvallei D’ansille: death blow
Alusair: 56? :P
Alusair: ack
Alusair: nix 17
GM: ...lol
Alusair: 39.
GM: [1d20 = 8]
You hew through the guard’s breast, sending her it catatonic shock.
GM: [23d20 = 243]
GM: [1d20 = 19]
GM: [1d20 = 20]
GM: [2d8 = 11]
Alusair: this was, incase you didn’t notice, a carefully orchestrated attempt to relieve pressure on Shen
Alusair: :P
GM: It worked! It also increased pressure on Riley. She screams in pain as she gets pummelled by two critical hits from two clubs, sending her cartwheeling across the room.
GM: [1d20 = 3]
GM: Almach seems to be doing okay, though
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: What is the demon Almach doing?

GM: He had previously cast a spell.
Shenvallei D’ansille: What did he cast?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Spellcraft] [1d20+17 = 25]
GM: You have no idea.
GM: lol
Shenvallei D’ansille: ok
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): im pretty much out of combat spells unfortunately
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Magic Missile] -> 1d4+1 damage; +1 missile per two levels above 1st (max 5).
Shenvallei D’ansille: last one
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d6 = 5]
Shenvallei D’ansille: level 9
Shenvallei D’ansille: so 5 missiles
GM: Sure.
Shenvallei D’ansille: [5d4+5 = 16]
GM: He gets knocked back a ways.
GM: [1d20 = 16]
GM: [1d8 = 7]
GM: Almach takes a rough cut.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): I hate d4s
GM: Alusair!
Alusair: what?
GM: [1d20 = 14]
GM: [1d20 = 17]

Almach utters a dark incantation, releasing a black ray of crackling energy that draws the light from the room around it. It strikes you square in the chest.
GM: I invite you to roll 1d4.
Alusair: blow me, and your enervation too
Shenvallei D’ansille: low
Alusair: [1d4 = 4]
Shenvallei D’ansille: :(
...ouch.
Shenvallei D’ansille: ray of enfeeblement?
Shenvallei D’ansille: or enerv?
Enervation.
Alusair: sure isn’t ray.
Alusair: it wouldn’t have gotten through
GM: [1d20 = 17]
GM: [1d20 = 8]
GM: [1d20 = 14]
GM: Riley manages to spear two of the harem guards!
GM: [1d20 = 6]
GM: [1d20 = 3]
GM: Almach #real is useless in combat!
Alusair
Alusair: lets see…
Alusair: Four levels..
Alex Test: That’s -4 to your rolls, I believe.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): Im worried about her hp
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): how many guards between us and the door?
Alusair: nope, doesn’t affect HP
GM: Maybe 4…well, between you two and Almach.
Alusair: they nerfed level drain
Alusair: LOL.
GM: Riley’s a bit more fucked.
Alusair: Two seperate targets.
GM: She’s surrounded, and in a corner.
Alusair: Each roll is -4
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [1d20+8 = 11]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 28]
Alusair: 7, 24
GM: One hits.
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Damage) [1d10+10 = 11]
GM: Another woman drops!
Alusair: five foot step into the gap, towards Riley if possible
GM: You can manage it.
GM: [23d20 = 295]
GM: [1d20 = 2]
GM: [1d8 = 7]
GM: Almach takes a hard hit.

GM: [3d8 = 14]
GM: Riley takes it worse…
GM: She’s barely able to keep her sword up.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Chill Touch] -> One touch/level deals 1d6 damage and possibly 1 Str damage.
Shenvallei D’ansille: On Luna and tell her to attack. Then Ill move 30 feet towards the door tumbling to avoid aoo.
GM: Roll your tumble, and who is Luna attacking?
Shenvallei D’ansille: nearest harem girl
Shenvallei D’ansille: how many tumble checks?
GM: 3!
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Tumble] [1d20+5 = 21]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Tumble] [1d20+5 = 14]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Tumble] [1d20+5 = 18]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): cats get 3 attacks per round at my bab minus her size class of tiny
GM: Alright.
GM: [3d20 = 18]

GM: The harem girl is afflicted with Clawboob!
GM: [1d20 = 18]
GM: [1d8 = 1]
Alusair: Huh.. I guess she’s kind’ve frigid, isn’t she?
GM: Another hit on Almach.
GM: Cold hearted, certainly
GM: [1d6 = 4]
GM: [1d20 = 18]
GM: [4d4 = 7]
Shenvallei, you see Almach # fake for a second, grinning at you. He then cackles and casts a spell dripping with black magic. Four bolts of darkness leap out and strike the cat that has latched onto the Harem girl.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Luna has 15 hp let me know if she survives.
Luna collapses onto the ground.
You feel your link with her almost severed.
GM: [1d20 = 5]
Shenvallei D’ansille: dead or unconcious?
GM: [1d20 = 3]
GM: Probably B.

GM: Riley is helpless to extract herself.
GM: Almach takes a hard hit as he retreats.
Alusair
Alusair: Right
Alusair: This is getting monotonous
Alusair: Charge straight through to riley
GM: You do so.
Alusair: can I take an action?
GM: [3d20 = 13]
GM: Sure.
Alusair: lovely.
Alusair: cure moderate wounds. [2d8+2 = 16]
GM: She looks better.
GM: [23d20 = 201]
Alusair: I should bloody hope s—-
Alusair: there goes all she just got back
Alusair: :P
GM: [2d8 = 14]
GM: Actually
GM: Those hit you instead of her.
GM: :)
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Any in melee range of me?
GM: One.
Shenvallei D’ansille: read that scroll of magic missiles I found.
GM: You do so.
GM: Target: the one in range of you?

Shenvallei D’ansille: yes
Shenvallei D’ansille: does it cast according to my level or the wizard that created it?
Alusair: creator
GM: Da.
GM: 3 missiles
Shenvallei D’ansille: [3d4+3 = 9]
GM: She drops.
Almach steps into the room and grabs Luna by the tail and stalks back into the back room.
GM: [1d20 = 17]
GM: [1d20 = 4]
GM: [1d8 = 2]
GM: Riley manages to wound one.
GM: Alusair?
Alusair: ya?
Alusair
Alusair: o, luk
Alusair: is my turn
Alusair: approx number still standing?
GM: 10 or so
Alusair: that so.
Alusair: -4 to each of these
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [1d20+8 = 9]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [AUTOMATIC MISS]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 15]
Alusair: sweet
Alusair: NEXT
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): your back
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): nm
GM: [11d20 = 101]
Kiergath (Alusair): fuck this shit, brand new die color!

Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): woot
Alusair: I’m’a SCARE the numbers into submission
The assault seems to die down. The Harem girls back off to form a barrier around Almach’s room.
Alusair: ”...”
Alusair: rly?!
GM: Yes, rly.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Im not stopping let me know when its my turn.
Alusair: ditto
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Draw my bow, move behind Alusair.
Shenvallei D’ansille: done drawing is a standard action right?
GM: Yeh
GM: Almach slams the door shut.
GM: [2d20 = 10]
GM: Riley cannot fight her way out of a paper bag.
GM: Almach moves to assist

Alusair
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [1d20+8 = 12]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 21]
Alusair: so much for scaring them into submission
GM: lol
GM: They are…well
GM: not scared
GM: :P
Alusair: I meant my dice, damn you
GM: One of them gets hit, though
GM: :)
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Damage) [1d10+10 = 12]
Alusair: ....
Alusair: I quit
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): awesome color tho
GM: SHE DIES
Alusair: Sort’ve like hraf’s hair
Alusair: :P
GM: LoL
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): lol
GM: [9d20 = 89]
GM: No hits that round…
Alusair: did you know, Nick
Alusair: that Hraf no longer has her mohawk?
GM: They’re not really in the fight anymore.
Alusair: how many left?
GM: 8 guards, 1 armored
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): yeah I think you mentioned it.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Surrender now! Face down on the floor.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: And I fire an arrow at one to drive the point home.
Alusair: what are we, SWAT?
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): lol somehting like that
Harem Guard: Who are you to tell us what to do, false prophet? You who lie and claim Shenvallei’s name!
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shorbow (Attack 1) [1d20+7 = 9]
GM: ...
GM: point taken.
GM: They laugh at you.
GM: :P
GM: Shenvallei, you feel like part of your soul is getting hollowed out.
GM: [3d20 = 42]
GM: [1d20 = 1]
GM: [1d8 = 5]
GM: Riley makes a better point, slashing at one of them.
Alusair
Alusair: cure moderate wounds – SHEN [2d8+2 = 15]
GM: SHEN!
GM: YOU ARE HEALED!
GM: [8d20 = 99]
GM: [1d20 = 10]
GM: [1d8 = 4]
GM: Alusari! You are dinged!
Shenvallei D’ansille
Alusair: this sucks
Alusair: I roll fine on heals
Alusair: but I can’t swing for shit
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shorbow (Attack 1) [1d20+7 = 19]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shorbow (Damage) [1d6 = 1]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): at least you have +dmg when you hit :P
GM: You wing one in the foot!
GM: [1d20 = 11]
Shenvallei, more tearing at your hearstrings, as if someone were cutting you open.

GM: [1d20 = 9]
GM: [1d20 = 10]
Alusair
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 21]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [1d20+8 = 25]
Alusair: -4.
Alusair: 21 and 17
GM: Hit and hit.
Alusair: two targets
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Damage) [1d10+10 = 15]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Damage) [1d10+10 = 19]
GM: Two more dead guards.
GM: [5d20 = 64]
GM: [1d20 = 7]
GM: [1d8 = 1]
GM: Riley gets hurt.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shorbow (Attack 1) [1d20+7 = 8]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shorbow (Attack 1) [AUTOMATIC MISS]
GM: Ouch.
GM: [1d20 = 8]
Shenvallei, you lose 1200 experience points.
Shenvallei D’ansille: 1000 isnt it?
GM: Well, that too.

GM: I was figuring WM as being a Wizard class.
Alusair: Not so much
Alusair: WM doesn’t affect wizard abilities
Alusair: except for spellcasting
Shenvallei D’ansille: right.
GM: Kay.
GM: 1k XP
Shenvallei D’ansille: k.
Shenvallei D’ansille: That knock me down a lev?
GM: I believe so.
Shenvallei D’ansille: k
Actually, belay that.
You have enough surplus to soak it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: thats good at least
GM: [1d20 = 17]
GM: [1d20 = 6]
GM: [1d8 = 3]
GM: [1d8 = 2]
GM: Another one died
Alusair
Alusair: ...
Alusair: how many?
GM: 4 + armor
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 24]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [1d20+8 = 24]
Alusair: 20, 20

Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Damage) [1d10+10 = 16]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Damage) [1d10+10 = 13]
GM: Two more down.
GM: [2d20 = 17]
Alusair: green is the way to go
GM: One stabs herself to death
Alusair: ...
Alusair: LOL
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shortbow (Attack 1) [1d20+7 = 15]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shortbow (Damage) [1d6 = 1]
GM: Ouch.
Alusair: Shen is on a roll
GM: Yeah
GM: [1d20 = 12]
Alusair: He’s soaking up all my bad rolls
Alusair: Its clearly intentional
GM: [1d20 = 16]
GM: [1d20 = 12]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): better me roll bad than you heh
GM: [1d8 = 7]
GM: Riley strikes down the last breastguard
GM: The armored one remains
Alusair
Alusair: ”...”
Alusair: she infront of the door?
GM: Yes
GM: Directly
Alusair: cool beans.
Alusair: :P
GM: She looks ready to give her life for the cause.
Alusair: Yeah?
Alusair: Thats good.
Alusair: Thats good..
Alusair: She moving to close in?
Alusair: Or standing at the door?

GM: She’s guarding the door.
Alusair: kay
Alusair: Spell [Bull’s Strength] -> Subject gains +4 to Str for 1 min./level.
Alusair: next?
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shortbow (Attack 1) [1d20+7 = 12]
Shenvallei D’ansille: That hit?
GM: No hit.
GM: [1d20 = 4]
GM: [1d20 = 12]
Alusair
Alusair: Subtract two from this.
Alusair: Charge. Body check. Try to plow her into, or if possible through, the door.
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 20]
GM: A hit…
GM: [1d20 = 12]
GM: Str check?
Alusair: Strength check [1d20+6 = 7]
Alusair: +2.
Alusair: sigh
Alusair: Shen, you need to attack more
Alusair: you’re not soaking enough bad rolls
GM: You body check her into the door
GM: But she checks you back
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shortbow (Attack 1) +7 [1d20+3 = 4]
Shenvallei D’ansille: Composite Shortbow (Attack 1) +7 [AUTOMATIC MISS]
GM: Droopy bow
GM: [1d20 = 19]
GM: [1d8 = 2]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): lol
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): droopy?
GM: Alusair! A swing and a hit!
GM: [1d20 = 1]
GM: [1d20 = 15]
GM: Almach drops a dagger
Alusair
GM: [1d8 = 4]
Alusair: K!
Alusair: Subtract …4 from each of these.
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 28]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [1d20+8 = 22]
GM: Both hits
Alusair: kay…
Alusair: sec..
Shenvallei D’ansille: Why do you sub 4?
Alusair: level drain
Shenvallei D’ansille: oh ya
Alusair: and power attack

Shenvallei D’ansille: how long does that last?
Alusair: [1d10+17 = 27]
Alusair: [1d10+17 = 21]
GM: X hours, determined by the caster’s level
Alusair: 48
The armored guard drops, cut to ribbons.
Alusair: kay.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: coup de grace the nearest unconsious harem guard with my dagger.
GM: You do about hacking at throats…
Alusair: yup
GM: Riley and Almach look to you for cues
GM: Although Riley won’t partake in the slaughter of the helpless.
Alusair: let the dagger have some fun.
Alusair: :P
GM: IT JOYOUSLY DRINKS UP BLOOD.
Alusair: better theirs than mine
Alusair: “We need to go in there and deal with him, unfortunately..”
GM: True.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ill clear all the bodies away from the door.
GM: You do so.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Stand off to the side.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Ghost Sound] -> Figment sounds.
Shenvallei D’ansille: To make the sound of Harem girls laughing and taunting.

Shenvallei D’ansille: and finally
Shenvallei D’ansille: hide
GM: Laughing and taunting?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Hide] [1d20+6 = 9]
GM: ...Skillful hide.
Alusair: I think he’s attempting to make the sound of victorious harem girls
Shenvallei D’ansille: yes and for good measuree
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Minor Image] -> As silent image, plus some sound.
Shenvallei D’ansille: of my dead body on the floor
Alusair: what we don’t know of coures
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): idea is to lure him out.
Alusair: is that he has a guard watching through a peephole
GM: Ahh…
Alusair: :P
GM: You indeed, lure…
GM: The door opens
GM: Luna walks out…
Well, it looks like Luna…but it’s …inside out.
Alusair: ”...”
Guts are dragging behind it, and it lets out a gutteral growl.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): undead zombie cat, yum
Alusair: “Can we just kill it?”
Shenvallei D’ansille nods.
Alusair: “Again?”
Alusair: :P
LoL
GM: Go ahead
GM: it doesnt make an attack

GM: It tries to cuddle up to Shen.
Alusair: ”....”
Alusair: “What the sod?”
Alusair: “Kick it or something, its bleeding on your boots.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I crush its neck.
Shenvallei D’ansille: with my boot.
GM: You do so.
You hear laughter from within the room.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I sit and read.
GM: You sit and read.
GM: Right.
Alusair: Being as I am under no illusions that they’ll wait hours for Shen to re-memorize
Shenvallei D’ansille: Hes a mage too.
Shenvallei D’ansille: And likely out of spells.
Alusair: He hasn’t thrown as many as you have
Shenvallei D’ansille: Well Im not going in there unless you want me to mage hand him to death.
Alusair: door open or closed?
GM: Open
Alusair: righto
Alusair: Wander in
You do so.
You are treated to an exact copy of Shenvallei…but the body is mangled and twisted.

“So, you survived my first wave of believers, did you?”
Alusair: “Fraid so, mate.. nice trick with the cat, though.”
“Oh… it’s a shame that you had to kill it… I would have returned it to him when I raised his body from the dead.”
GM: [1d4 = 3]
GM: [1d4 = 4]
GM: [1d4 = 4]
GM: [6d4 = 13]
GM: INITIATIVE!
Alusair: “Aye, aye.. you know how it is, though. Adventurers, aye? We just go around ruinin’ things..”
Alusair: Initiative [1d20+2 = 12]
Alex Test: Shen?
GM: [1d20 = 14]
Shenvallei D’ansille: I sit out
Alusair: he’s not got anything but mage hand
GM: [1d20 = 8]
GM: [1d20 = 8]
Alusair: so unless he wants to engage in offensive masturbation, he’s out of it
GM: [1d20 = 19]
Shenvallei D’ansille: and alter self but I just read it and…. lol morgan
Alusair: :P
LoL
Very well.
Alusair: its late. I get cruder the more tired I get.
Alusair: :P
Shenvallei D’ansille: Thats one to add to the quotes!
Alusair: not particularly
Alusair: I don’t want to admit to it
GM: Me neither.
Alusair: fine
GM: ALMACH LEAPS AT SHENVALLEI!
Alusair: wait, what?
GM: [2d20 = 19]
GM: ...Almach, the true
GM: And Shenvallei, the Shenvallei
GM: :p
GM: er
GM: The false
GM: :)
GM: [1d20 = 3]
GM: [2d4 = 5]
GM: He scores a hit!
Alusair
Alusair: k…
Alusair: -5

Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 18]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [1d20+8 = 18]
Alusair: fuck
Alusair: lol
Alusair: 13/13
Alusair: lol
GM: No hits.
GM: [1d20 = 15]
GM: [1d6 = 4]
GM: Riley lands a hit!
A black bolt of crackling energy lances into Riley and she screams.
GM: [1d20 = 17]
GM: [1d20 = 9]
GM: [2d4 = 6]
GM: Almach hits!
Alusair
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 2) [1d20+8 = 17]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [1d20+13 = 33]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [CRITICAL THREAT]
Alusair: Bastard Sword +1 (Attack 1) [CONFIRM] [1d20+13 = 20]
Alusair: -5 again..
Alusair: 15 to confirm..
GM: A hit!
Alusair: crit or hit?
GM: Crit.
Alusair: ...kay
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): continue afk 2 mins

GM: Damage?
Alusair: [2d10+38 = 50]
Alusair: 50
Alusair: 49, rather.
Alusair: weapon + doesn’t get multiplied.
Shenvallei collapses onto the ground, gasping for air.
“Ha… so you have slain me…. but the Athar Revolution will strip your powers of all their worth…”
Alusair: ”. . . huh.”
Alusair: cave in his skull.
You do so.
You hear a slow clap from behind you.
“Well done… well done indeed… you are quite busy sending me souls, aren’t you…”

Alusair wipes off her sword, sheathing it as she turns, “They weren’t using them, clearly.”
“True… and a few didn’t have them at all…”
GM: It is, indeed, Luke.
Alusair: “Do you often make visits like this?”
GM: “Oh, only when I’m interested, and when a particular fiesty life force ceases feeding me.”
Alusair: “Sorry if you liked this one, but we’ve rather a score to settle with these people.”
GM: “Oh, a score? Do tell…”

Alusair: “Would you believe, perhaps, that the good people of the Cage seem convinced that Shen’vallei is the Athar factol, and leader of a massive Athar revolution?”
“Him? Really? You are truly a strange bard, to delivery such comedy.”
Alusair: “I wish it were. The Harmonium imprisoned him in Curst, or we’d never have run into you.”
“Ahh, that I doubt…”
Alusair: “Under the circumstances we did.”
“Oh, of course.”
Kiergath (Alusair): ugh.. reeeally need to stop.
Kiergath (Alusair): 5:15, people.
GM: Alright.
Good time to call it.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): ya this is a good spot. Just waiting for you to wrap up the convo.
Alusair: dont’ have the brain power
GM: Luke is gone!
GM: Alright.
GM: Night all.
‘Kiergath’ disconnected
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): night ill ttyl
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): great ame alex
GM: Ty, ty
‘Shenvallei’ disconnected

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END SESSION
The party attempts to find a portal back to Sigil, and takes the now unemployed Riley de Beul on their search. They make their way through the tenements of Curst, looking for a User named Riley. They find him, and Shenvallei slays him with one mighty blast. They then procede to awaken the Devil, and Shenvallei unwittingly sells his soul. They leave Curst, in seek of anywhere else. Coming to an archway of trees in the middle of the Outlands, they encounter the Devil again. In a tense deal, Alusair sacraficed her faith in Bast, and her corruption, to save Shenvallei’s Soul. They return to Sigil, where Shenvallei proves to have trouble understanding the subtleties of a harem, and enters into mortal combat with the fake Almach, who in fact is the impersonating Shenvallei, a crippled old sorceror, who made a deal with the devil. They fight off a horde of Harem girls, and Shenvallei sacrifices Luna in the fight. Alusair, single handedly, dispatches the false Shenvallei.

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