Ganaroth has connected.
skypotato has connected.
Riot has connected.
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Rai Patience Cantor:
Yo.
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Riot:
How's
your head feeling?
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Riot:
Are
we gaming then?
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Ganaroth:
I
don't want to jinx myself into getting another one now, though,
lol.
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Ganaroth:
Yeah,
I'd like to.
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Vul:
ha I
might have managed to void my tv's warrentee what is already worn
out and made it stop auto-dimming on screens
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Ganaroth:
Well,
that sucks.
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vonel has connected.
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Riot:
Also,
been working on a piece of Lucky with the new team colors
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Riot:
Nowhere
near done because I will pull my hair out and change it
iteratively for at least another week
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Ganaroth:
(me,
successfully no longer playing Hades.) How is everyone?
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Ganaroth:
...Aside
from Akaiku's potentially late TV.
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Riot:
Exhausted
from work but good. You?
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Vul:
this
change is good, not bad
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Vul:
voiding
warentee on out of warrentee tv to make it stop doing an anoying
thing
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Ganaroth:
A
little weird. Tired, but in my case from waking up too early
because of headache. And I'm having trouble making decisions
quickly, which might be related to the tiredness, but regardless
ends up with me frozen in spot periodically trying to figure out
what my next move it. Especially when it doesn't matter at all.
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Ganaroth:
Ah.
Ok then. G'luck!
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Ganaroth:
(Cue
me standing in between the soda fridge and the normal fridge,
debating on whether to grab a nectarine or a soda, knowing full
well that I will be having both, so the order I retrieve them in
is irrelevant.)
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Riot:
The
ol' soda or nectarine conundrum
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Ganaroth:
So,
are people ready to play some?
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Vul:
sure
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Last time on D&D, the group, let's face it, chatted with Patience about
your rad new team and its dapper threads. That's what happened. I
believe that you decided on acquisitions/retrieval as an area of
expertise, the name "Wolf's Eye Acquisitions," and the colors red, gray,
and black. Yeah, I know. Very heroic. But at least now people will know
how to hire you.
(I am making fun of myself for the content, not you.)
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"I'll
prepare everything. As for the rest, remember that the summit
officially begins in 3 days. If there's anything pressing you'd
like to do in the meantime, however, you probably should. Once it
all begins, we'll likely be tremendously busy."
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Ra'ven likely will show up with her
wierd yawntouched aquantence who was looking for the ghost
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Rai Patience Cantor:
(sorry
for that delay. Had to look something up.)
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Lucky:
"At
this point I just want some sleep. I am very over being attacked
by weird basement necromancers and their giant blood pools."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Yes,
that would make sense, wouldn't it. Well, I'll not keep you." Her
pen almost manages to touch paper again before a loud, cheery
voice can be heard from the foyer.
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Razorclaw Stalker:
(This
token is a stand-in, because I'm way too lazy to have made one, or
even find a good picture. Suffice to say, the individual here
appears to be a half-orc, and notably on the short side, standing
at about 5'4" with a wirey build. He's dressed in a crazy
patchwork of what seems like homemade leather armor, patched and
resewn again and again. One tusk is rather bigger than the other,
and almost always visible through his grin.) "Wooo, look here. You
weren't wrong about being here legit. There's a whole bunch of
things here that I don't remember. I mean, still could use some
paint, maybe a few nails, a solid block of gold to pay for it,
etc. But really, great. And this way means nobody is gonna come
and thump you out of the place! So lucky!"
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Ra'ven nods, "Yep, plus got a bunch of
people here now as wel."
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Lucky:
"What
is happening?"
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Eileen:
"Got
me."
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Ra'ven:
"Oh,
hey," she nods to the orc, "That is Lucky." She turns to Lucky,
"He's here to see his friend."
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Fallen:
"Yah,
I hope so. I mean, the hell did one person like me need all this
space for by themselves, am I right? Well, not just for me, but
Wan doesn't really take up space, so it doesn't count. Right Wan?"
He jumps a bit into the air, slapping his hand forward in a
high-five at nothing visible at all. "Oh, hey, look, a lady with
swords! Pleased to meet ya! I'm Fallen, if it's worth anything.
Ain't, financially, so don't get your hopes up, right Ra?"
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Ra'ven nods, "I mean, you probably
could get a job with how fast you jump..."
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Lucky:
"Uh,
nice to meet you?"
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Ra'ven looks around a bit and spys
Vul, "Oh, that's my brothe Vul..." she frowns a bit looking at
him, "..Rough basement?"
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Fallen:
"She
ran into me on the rooftops a ways from here, and we got to
talking, and hey, crazy coincidence, I actually used to live here.
Note that I use the word "live," instead 'a saying I owned it or
rented or nothing, which is why I got kicked up last time. Buncha
goobers decided they were gonna dig up the basement or something,
so they gave me the boot. Then, I don't know, probably died.
Didn't stay to watch that part." He thrusts his hand forwards
Lucky in greetings. "Eh, the jump'n. Years of experience, and the
unholy mutating effects of an eldritch portal to a world
unimagined by sane though. No big deal."
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Clarity:
"It
wasn't the best."
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Fallen:
"Well,
I coulda told you that. Nobody ever asks me though. So, hey, uh...
if you ever got a spare room or somethin, dunno what you're doing
with the place. But if you ever do, maybe make one with a whole
bunch figurines and toys an' stuff? You know, just to be Wan's
room. He likes that stuff. Saw him bounce a ball around for four
days straight once."
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Fallen:
"Well.
Uh huh. Makes sense. Damn shame, but there it is." He looks to the
rest of you. "Well, I just had Ra'ven here bring me here to say hi
to Wan. Maybe you'll let me in, occasionally, to talk with him? Or
I could live in a crawl space, I could do that too."
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Riot:
(( brb ))
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Fallen:
"Either
way, you did your part. Now, there's probably SOMEBODY that needs
to get thumped right now." He looks around at the others, his grin
slipping awkwardly before rallying. "Uh... yeah, the more I think
about this, the worse an Idea it sounds like it was. Uh, hi, I'm
the kook who lived here before you, now I guess I'll stop
bothering you." He scratches his scalp intently, muttering
something under his breath about -britches- of all things.
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Vul hmms, "I mean, we sorta decided to
start a company here, not entirely sure we aren't hiring?"
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Vul:
(is
patence around?)
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Fallen:
"Well,
I'm not good at everythin,' and people can find me to be... a lot,
I guess? And I've got my own hangups and backstory, right? Depend
on what you do, it might not work out. But, well, I have decided
that I will be taking applications. So, shoot."
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Fallen:
(Patience
is coming around now.)
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Vul:
"I
mean, Ra'ven says you jump good, which is a pretty high bar to
clear... And we are sorta making a treasure hunting thing..."
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Lucky:
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Fallen:
"Well,
I'm a highly sought after and presitigious vagrant, after all. I
only have so much time, so the best causes get my attention first,
right? Ooooh, treasure hunting? So, is the a metaphor or a
euphemism of any kind? You all going to find the real treasure?"
He pauses, then says in a loud stage whisper: "It's friendship."
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Fallen:
"I'm
a good jumper, a good thumper, and my elbows are triple jointed.
My favorite food is lemonfish. I'm 27 years old. I may or may not
have an evil twin..." He trails off. "Yeah, I'm doing it again.
Sorry. Ha, everything ain't as easy as it looks, right? Look, uh,
since my good buddy Ra mentioned it, I don't suppose you've got
some work? Just a little part-time position, maybe. Pay for food
while I look for criminals to thump. Oh, I could be a maid, right?
I can reach high places easy. It's true."
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Vul:
"Hmm,
he likes fish..."
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Fallen:
"Why
not? Fish is good, and other kinds of meat are expensive here. Do
I look like I live in a mansion in the goldfire quarter?" He looks
around. "Not anymore."
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Lucky:
"Not
all criminals deserve to be 'thumped'. A lot of them, especially
on the outskirts of this city, are just people struggling to make
it through another day."
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Fallen looks genuinely stricken.
"Wha... aw, no. No, no no. Please, no, that wasn't what I was
tryin' to say! It's the people who're making things that way that
are the criminals. Look, Ra told me about the Raven's Roost folks
already. I'm with you guys! World ain't black an' white, there's
room for discernment and perspicacity and nuance an' all that in
my thumpin' doctrine."
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Clarity:
"Sorry,
I think she's just tired. We had a rough day. Basement full of
ghoulies, you know?"
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Lucky rolls her eyes.
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Fallen:
"Lemme
tell you, shitty guard lieutenant who shakes people down got a lot
more to fear from me than just... someone... shaking ya down.
Normal person does that, it's a crime, right? Guard does it, it's
TWO crimes, so that's got priority, right?"
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Clarity:
"So,
I'm sorry. Who is Wan again? Is that the spirit that inhabits part
of the house?"
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Fallen:
"Oh
yeah, Wan's the ghosty. Friendly, loads of fun, knows how to bake.
He cheats at cards, though, so don't let him trick you into
playing. Sorry Wan, I would've been, watchacallit, an accessory,
if I hadn't warned 'em."
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Fallen:
"We
hung out here together during some days that weren't great. And a
few that were ok."
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Rai Patience Cantor finely breaks her
silence. "This is absurd. Ra'ven, You have llterally only had your
bags in a room for a single day, and you are already bringing
home... people." Her face contorts with faint scorn. "I don't know
what you were thinking. I'm not hiring someone whose capabilities
are unknown, and being a "good jumper" doesn't immediately make
you stand out, considering that Vul can FLY. If you want to
arrange an interview later, I might be able find something, but
I'm certainly not discussing it now of all times, and certainly
not without some kind of proof that you'd be able to perform to
our standards."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
(finally)
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Lucky:
"Can't
hurt to let him visit his friend for a bit at least, can it?"
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"...you're
probably right. I'm going to get Tyellenthi and Abner. They should
be able to keep an eye on him while he visits. He doesn't get the
run of the place."
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Lucky:
"That
sounds fair to me."
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Lucky:
"Plus
it could be good for us to make friends with Wan, and I imagine he
could help with that."
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Lucky:
"If
we're gonna be living in a house somewhat controlled by a ghost,
it's probably best if it's our friend."
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Ra'ven:
"Plus,
it's not like most of us aren't wierd drifters..."
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Fallen:
"Oh,
yeah. I've got a bunch of good words. Ate a book once, even.
That's a joke. But don't worry, I'll translate. Happy to help you
get to know each other."
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Fallen:
"True,
you're bizarre. Pretty neat, though."
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Fallen:
"But
uh, if you folk retrieve things for jobs, and things are busy
right now... maybe I could go grab something for you? I mean,
there's got to be someone or something you'd like in this city.
You could choose something tough enough that if I can manage it, I
can be one of your part-timers."
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Fallen:
"See,
first day on the job and already willing to dodge the constabulary
for you! That's dedication."
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Rai Patience Cantor seems to outright
ignore Fallen's presence. "As I said, we have a little time. Spend
it doing what you fancy, or preparing. i have to much to do to
handle... this."
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Rai Patience Cantor turns, shaking her
head, off to find Ty and Abner.
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Ra'ven:
"I
did report the information we have at least... And nobody else
jumped me."
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Fallen:
"Oooh.
She's peaches, she is. I'd like to take her out for a romantic
night of fireworks and fine-dining, maybe a little wine an' some
music, if ya know what I mean, heh." He winks at Ra'ven. "Oh yeah.
I'm talking some damn meaningful, naive courtship right there." He
sighs. "She wouldn't go for it, though. Not even close to her
type."
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Clarity 's face screws up a little as
she looks at Fallen. "I uh, don't think she'd be interested, no."
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Fallen:
"Hyup.
Is what I figured. Might say I got a seventh sense for that sort
of thing."
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Tyellenthi and Abner show up, both looking a little confused before
introductions are made. He moves to follow them, waving at the rest of
you. "Remember! I'll be around nearby somewhere if you can think of a
good test. Uh.... probably should leave a note for me under that one
split cypress in the garden. I'll just check it every now and then," he
says, as though he didn't just tell you he was going to be trespassing
at will for the foreseeable future.
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Ra'ven looks for Perra as everyone
gets the introductions
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Fallen:
(OK
guys. Here it is. Do you plan on doing anything before it all
starts, or would you rather skip more or less to when the summit
starts? I am fully willing to do either.)
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=^v^=:
(( I have nothing particulary
important to say or do till the 'event' ))
Riot:
(( same ))
vonel:
(( I'm good ))
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Perra is off getting cleaned up and
resting after blood pool
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Fallen:
(as
well you should. That was gross.)
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The day of the summit's official beginning greats you with warm rain
from the great thermal that the city derives much of its wealth from.
Despite being nearly warm enough the bathe in, most of the visitors to
the city, and even many of the locals have huddled indoors and under
eaves and awnings. For once, getting around in the city was more of a
matter of comfort than real difficulty, with the considerable lessening
of the crowds, and the commensurate reduction in thievery. The city
guards seem to be riding it out well enough inside their gatehouses, but
once you've arrived at the Brass Quarter, you can see that the private
guard retinues of the other attendees are probably the most miserable
people you've seen all day, made to wait outside with their masters'
carriages and other items, fully exposed and soaked completely through.
But that sullen weather somehow feels more like a fist clenched, ready
to be thrown, and the tension is palpable. There are literally thousands
of groups and their retinues from across the league and farther, and
their numbers manage to eclipse those on the streets, rather than the
other way around as on other days. Most of them seem to keep to
themselves, but within a minute of arriving you've already seen a
half-dozen near-miss altercations, and nobody seems to be doing much
about it other than pretending that they don't see it.
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Ra'ven keeps teleporting slightly,
making all the rain hiss angrly as it evaporates, then getting wet
again, only slightly annoyed-looking.
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Luckily
none of us will have to wait out there. Professor Okorion
continues to be grateful to us, and has provided us with a little
more leeway in terms of who can enter. I'm a guest, but
technically the rest of you are staff, helping to keep order with
the Ethereological Society's guards. They understand, and you'll
be able to move freely, though."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
(brb,
sry)
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Riot:
(( no worries ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
(k,
back, apologies.)
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Successfully created or modified the
Endure
Elements (ritual) macro!
=^v^=:
(( given the weather and the like,
vull casts this on himself, Perra, and the first 3 to say, "Hey that
sounds good" ))
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Vul:
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Endure
Elements (ritual)
: 20 GP
(exploration)
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The fox learned his lesson...
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Effect:
5 people Vul designates can ignore the
negative effects of tempratures between -50 and 140 degrees
for the day.
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"The
first part of the event will have a presentation of the combined
findings of the various experts, held in public. Now, the most
powerful of those here will aready have been briefed before we
arrive, but most will not. They'll learn the broad strokes during
this first presentation, and will listen to a number of both
experts and politicians weigh in, but will not be allowed to ask
questions. After this, there will be a short recess to unveil the
various informative panels and such, as people will need to
educate themselves about whatever aspect of this situation will
affect them most severely. We need to attend the opener, but the
panels are where we really want to be. They'll probably be divided
up every which way, by topic and by location, and by potential
responses... There will be a lot of crossover, and it will likely
be quite chaotic. Try to find panels in which middle ranked and up
nobility are congregating which have to do with relevant topics.
I'd suggest anything military related, and anything that seems
like an unusual method of solving the problem. Those types always
need just one more component."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Don't
commit to anything right away. I've printed cards; hand them to
whomever seems interested. We'll touch base every now and then to
compare leads. All reasonably simple, yes?
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Rai Patience Cantor:
(oh
man. Uh, I know this is early AND we didn't start until a little
late, but I'm suddenly falling asleep over here. Can I just
promise to have lots of stuff prepared for next time? I know that
was just me typing furiiously for a couple of hours, but hopefully
it wasn't a complete waste of time.)
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Vul:
x.x
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Rai Patience Cantor:
I'm
sorry.
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Vul:
I
blame society
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Riot:
(( no that's entirely fine ))
Riot:
(( I am tired too and I also still
have to make dinner ))
vonel:
(( No problems here ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
I
blame society too, honestly.
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Riot:
(( it was not a waste at all! ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
Gotcha.
Well, let's split up, then.
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Rai Patience Cantor:
See
you later?
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Vul:
oh
well
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Vul:
anyone
else want the spell?
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Vul uses it to conviently hold Perra's
hand so she doesn't get lost
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Riot:
(( probably Lucky, I think Clarity
will power through ))
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Eileen doesn't seem to mind the rain
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Vul is also not about to go to a
convention in a hot, high-humidity area without ac
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Riot is disconnected.
vonel is disconnected.