You have disconnected.
Ganaroth? has connected.
skypotato has connected.
vonel has connected.
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=^v^=:
was
just doing that argue on the internet thing tho
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Ganaroth?:
I'm
just sitting in a house with a cat.
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=^v^=:
someone
was trying to do the whole, "I like it so it has to be good" thing
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Ganaroth?:
Uh,
ok. I don't really know the particulars, so I can't evaluate this
person's argument. I'll just assume it's an excellent example of
the trope.
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Riot has connected.
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Riot:
how's
everyone doing
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Ganaroth?:
Just
contemplating the celestial mystery that is cat and house.
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Ganaroth?:
And
you? How are you?
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Riot:
Doing
alright, got stuck at the grocery store longer than intended lol
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Ganaroth?:
Honestly
that sounds really unpleasant to me. I hate both shopping and
public contact, so every minute would count triple.
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Riot:
Yeah
I'm not a fan either
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Ganaroth?:
So,
enyweighs, if you folk want, we can start up. Or we could just sit
around and talk about whatever. ...That last is unlikely to go as
well as it did in the fabled days of actual dice.
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Ganaroth?:
I
mean, if you wanted to try it, ok, but someone has to come up with
a topic.
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Riot:
lol
I'm good if we start
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Ganaroth?:
Kay!
Akaiku, Vonel, you good to start also?
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Last time on D&D, you hatched a plan. Before the Argent cycle can begin,
before the rioting starts, you are going to stage your very public
"fake" rescue of Professor Okorion, planning to present yourselves as a
team fighting the cult, while in reality you're just positioning
yourselves into even deeper cover. Or... wait, was it the other way
around? Or maybe both? Things have gotten complicated, is all I'm
saying, and you've found yourselves racing the clock as the cult
prepares the site of your incipient scuffle.
=^v^=:
(( ya sorry ))
=^v^=:
(( it's totally both ))
Vayak himself seemed perfectly happy to go along with your plan, easily
convinced that this would erase his embarrasment in the eyes of his
superiors, unaware that he's simply allowed himself to be fooled twice
the same way. At dinner the day before, he happily mentioned that they
had "obtained" a small skyship to play the part of the kidnapper's
vehicle, and of his plan to simply sail out of visual range toward some
plausible destination, then use the Warp and scuttle the ship.
Riot:
(( nice ))
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Asger Vayak:
"Better
than changing the port markings. You can't track a ship that's
nothing but bits and pieces raining all the way down, but you CAN
waste a shit-load of time trying."
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Ra'ven:
"That
and it makes it so you can even be presumed dead for now if you
want."
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Asger Vayak:
"Not
against it. I'll just get some pygmalus, then find a discreet
sculptor. I'd have to do it anyway, so if they've given up
entirely, that's nothing but a help." (Pygmalus is a kind of
strange ointment, ingredients unknown, that comes from the central
sea of Cor Falca. Rubbing it into your face allows one to mold
their features like clay, until the ointment dries, locking it in
place again. It's often used by the elderly or conventionally
unattractive to change their appearance to something more
pleasing, although its effects do have their limits, but also by
criminals and spies.)
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Asger Vayak:
"So,
I figure you have to get the drop on us, right? We'll be
'stealing' the airship, taking a few hostages, making sure
everybody notices, that sort of thing, so it'll probably be
believeable that we were surprised, as busy as we'll be. Heh.
Anyway, I'll be there, but do NOT kill me or knock me out, ok?" He
looks around, clearly checking to see if any of his people are
listening. "The others, that's up to you. I'm not taking anybody
on this assignment whom we can't afford to lose. Phelgon agrees
with me. We need to give the locals some kind of win, even if it
means a few of us get weighed on the bronze scales for it. Or, you
know..." He falls silent, clearly uncomfortable with the OTHER
option, but aware that even not mentioning it is, at this point,
calling attention.
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Ra'ven:
"I
mean it's pretty hard for you to get away if we did, right..."
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Asger Vayak:
"Well,
yeah. That's why I'm reminding you to not do that. Feel free to
hurt me, though. A few cuts and stabs aren't going to be a
problem; I heal pretty fast, heh."
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Asger Vayak:
"I'll
just start running to the ship if I get tired, so all you have to
do is not chase me. The others will have to look out for
themselves. Anyway, you'll love the spot. It's on this outcrop in
Bindletown, at it's probably the most piece of shit dock in the
city. EXACTLY where you'd expect nefarious criminal activity to
take place, and not likely to be crawling with dignitaries and
their guards. The whole place is a deathtrap, structurally I mean,
so watch yourselves, but otherwise it doesn't get better."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Clearly
not too much of a deathtrap, since you're willing to risk it, but
your meaning is taken. I'll watch my feet, and no open flames."
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Ra'ven looks down a bit at the 'no
open flames'
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Riot:
(( I was waiting for someone to do
that lol ))
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Rai Patience Cantor gives you a
deadpan look, and with the eye facing away from Vayak and Phelgon
at the dinner table, delivers a very deliberate wink.
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"I'm
certain that you can contain yourself, at least until we need a
major distraction of some kind."
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Lucky:
"I'd
also rather not burn down the locals' source of livelihood, if
possible."
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Ra'ven has, in the past, shown that
she sets stuff on fire via violence, sorta an anti-perra
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Lucky:
"I
know it's a risk we'll have to take. Just saying."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Ah,
of course. Though a dock fit only for scum is likely to be worked
by the same. I guarantee you that the workers have a cut of
whatever is being brought in there."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Still,
even scum deserve some consideration. So... don't burn down the
neighborhood."
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Ra'ven:
"That's
fine, i dsilke large fires anyways."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Oh,
really? Hmm. I wasn't aware. Is there a reason for that?"
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vonel:
(( I got to start getting things set
up for that meeting of mine, so I'll be afk for around 30 minutes or so.
))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
(Ok,
30 min break, folks. Get a drink, or somethin'.)
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Ra'ven:
"I
mean, it's not a big deal, just well, I like fire I can control?"
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Riot:
(( okay time to heat up some cheap
ravioli lol ))
vonel:
(( Took a little longer then expected
but back now. ))
Riot:
(( woohoo! ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
(Yooo)
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=^v^=:
(( Im here ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"I
too prefer things that I can control. A bit ironic, considering
our devotion to Great Garmera, who is above all else.
Uncontrollable. A perfect force, not of nature, because nature
bends to HER, but more akin to a concept. The lving example of
personal sovereignty, greater than the world itself. Why, do you
think?" She takes a heavy breath. "I've considered it in myself...
is it because I aspire to be like her, or to BE her, or to be
somehow even greater? Is this feeling of longing when I look at
her a strength or a weakness?" She swirls the wine about in her
glass, a little of it spilling over the top. She HAS had a couple
of extra glasses compared to her normal at this dinner, but it's
still a departure from her normal fastidiousness. Even the edges
of her words have softened, her clipped tone becoming breezy.
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Asger Vayak:
"Ah..."
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Asger Vayak:
(goddammit,
looking for a thing.)
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=^v^=:
(( things and their lack of
ontological inertia! ))
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Pasha Phelgon smiles, and puts his
hand on her left arm. She lets it stay. "Oh, I don't think there's
anything strange about a person with great ambitions looking to
the greatest example she can find. An example, and also an aid.
After all, we can all use a stronger, more experienced influence
on us, every now and again."
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Ra'ven:
"It's
a difference between a tool and a force. I control flames as a
tool. The lack of control is a problem. Like a room full of blades
at every angle vs a sword. The flip side is how you can dislike a
wolf but be devote to Garmera."
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Clarity looks to Pasha's hand on
Patience's arm, startled and then furious, before wiping the look
from her face and forcing something neutral.
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Lucky:
"The
only thing I control is a sword. Well, two. But that's enough for
me, I think."
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Ra'ven laughs, "You spoke of
controlling a bar for a while as well."
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Pasha Phelgon:
"Just
one wolf in particular, or all of them? Pah. It doesn't matter.
Garmera is a wolf in the same way that a dragon is a lizard. They
use her countenance, as she has blessed them, but THEY are not
HER."
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Lucky:
"I
mean, yeah. But that was more of a controlled anarchy."
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Yltheria:
"I
control the forces of life and death, in a plurality of the time."
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Yltheria:
"Sometimes
I just control skeletons, though, because they can carry things
for you, and don't smell."
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Asger Vayak:
"You
used to run a bar? You know, I thought that I was getting that
kind of flair off you. You know how it is; if a bartender isn't a
surly type, then they've almost certainly got some joy in their
work. They're in the business of being friendly with style, and
you definitely give off that energy. Just like Ra'ven gives off
"contemplation" and Eileen gives off "mystery." Been a while since
I was in a group where everyone had a story. At least, a story I
gave a shit about."
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Lucky:
"Yeah,
it meant a lot of bar fights. It was kinda fun, for a while.
Didn't like the whole 'spending a long time in one place' bit,
though."
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Asger Vayak:
"Hmm.
Yeah, that's one of the downsides of my life now. It's like we're
moving in opposite directions, yeah? Even after I sail off into
the clouds tomorrow, I still gotta come back here. I like the
work, just not the workplace, you know what I'm saying? But
somebody needs to keep these morons from eating their own
fingers." He says "morons" with a touch of affection.
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Lucky smiles, "Yeah, pretty much. I'm
sure I'll go back at some point, but for right now the place is in
the hands of my employees and my best friend. I hope it hasn't
burned down already."
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Ra'ven:
"See,
again uncontrolled fire is bad."
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Pasha Phelgon:
"Ha!
I was going to ask if you had been there while she was away, but I
suppose you've made your position clear."
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Ra'ven:
"Plus
I'm sorta picky about alchohol."
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Rai Patience Cantor smiles brightly at
him. "It was perfectly fine last I heard... last I saw. Honestly,
Pasha, it's this lovely little place. Rough and tumble, but by
design. It's like a little haven for people who like to sing and
sometimes fight over their drinks, but who expect those drinks to
have quality. I can't say that I would be a frequent patron, but
she has carved her clientele out of the general population like a
scalpel. She's a much more savvy businessperson than you'd think,
from the way she waves those blades around and breaks through
doors."
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Pasha Phelgon:
"Well,
if my Patience is to be believed, you'd have no cause to complain
about the drinks there."
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Lucky looks at the Rai, slight
confusion on her face, before smiling and responding with a quiet,
"Thanks."
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Ra'ven:
"Honey
and frut." she nods
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Rai Patience Cantor gives a tiny nod.
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Clarity flinches at the way Pasha
refers to the Rai as "my Patience" but says nothing.
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Riot:
(( brb gotta take dog out ))
=^v^=:
(( dogs! ))
Riot:
(( back ))
Riot:
(( yeah she's a little 75 lb gremlin
lol ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Oh...
all this talk of drinking and bars has just made me realize that
I'm... well, Not quite three sheets to the wind, but perhaps two?"
She gives another bright, glassy smile, standing up. "I'll need to
stop by my room for a tonic, but when I'm a little less busy,
perhaps I can come around and continue the conversation? I have
some... some ideas based on Lucky's... oh, dizzy." She plops back
into her seat and blinks her eyes, as though trying to clear them.
"Um... if I can receive some assistance. Walking and I appear to
be mortal enemies at the moment." She looks at the other members
of the group expectantly.
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Clarity steps over to Patience and
helps her up.
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Clarity:
"Maybe
we should get you a glass of water on the way."
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Ra'ven considers that there probably
isn't any dignified mannor she could have escorted the Rai
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=^v^=:
(( how tall was Patience anyways? ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Ah,
of course. Clarity, always so helpful. She's the type that can't
see a wounded bird without trying to fashion it new wings of brass
and crystal." She giggles a bit. "Oh, you know It's a compliment.
You've always been that way." She takes Clarity's arm, and hoists
herself up, with her assistance. "Yes... we should probably get
some water. I'm somehow still thirsty."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
((Patience
is 5'8"))
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Clarity stares at the Rai for a moment
before turning to walk her out. "Yeah, I guess that's true. But
always moreso with you. Anyway. Let's get you where you need to
go, shall we?"
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=^v^=:
(( then not so bad xP ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Right.
My apologies for the unseemly display. At least I hope that my
poor behavior has given you something to laugh about." Leaning on
Clarity's arm, she exits the room. As soon as the door is closed
and nobody seems to be within earshot, she whispers to Clarity.
"You undersood that was an act back there, right? I've been slowly
filling up several flasks with this extra wine I've been
"drinking," whenever nobody is looking, and it was getting
exhausting. I'd hoped to be able to become convincingly
three-sheets, but the odious cretin won't. Stop. Looking. At. Me."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"The
more time I spend here, the more I want to hire myself to turn it
to rubble."
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Clarity:
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Of
course. He bragged about having received correspondence from
someone EXTREMELY important to their new allies. Frankly, he was
as pleased as though he'd won a sack of rubies." She sighs
heavily. "I need to be in his room tonight so that I can find and
copy that letter, but he takes all the measures you'd think that a
man of his wealth would to safeguard his personal chambers.
Getting in without an invitation would be dicey." She purses her
lips. "Not that his hands are going to do much more than brush
mine. I have a poison... normally for my weapon, but it can be
administered in other ways. He'll sleep all night, and remember
little more than a vague sense of satisfaction."
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Rai Patience Cantor:
"Disgusting
bag of unwashed meat. I wish I could ruin you faster, making me go
through this cliche."
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Clarity:
"I
would tell you to be careful but we both know you're only careful
until you decide not to be. Just remember, if anything happens to
you, I will burn this place to the ground with everyone in it."
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Clarity cackles at Patience's outburst.
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Rai Patience Cantor looks at Clarity,
expression searching. "You really would, wouldn't you? I have
always wondered exactly what your fascination with me was-- and I
still wonder. But I also suspect that you'll tell me in your own
time."
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Clarity looks away, answering quiet,
"One day I hope you'll know."
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Riot:
(( *quietly ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
((Aaaaaaaaand.
Next time I hope to get to the actual docks, but as for tonight,
it is now 10 and I am a bit tired, and also I need to give this
fucking cat its nighttime snack and then run away, because if I'm
still visible when he is done eating, he'll never leave me alone.)
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Riot:
(( works for me ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
((Cool.
So, hopefully I'll see you next week. I'll still be here, but hey,
the power and internet didn't flicker the whole day! I'm sure
nothing can go wrong.))
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=^v^=:
(( those cats ))
=^v^=:
(( o ))
=^v^=:
(( also ))
=^v^=:
(( maybe it's sunday next week, maybe
it's still thurs, unsure where von is on that ))
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Riot:
Either
way is fine with me
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Rai Patience Cantor:
Either
way is fine with me too.
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Eileen:
It's
still Thursday
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Rai Patience Cantor:
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Rai Patience Cantor:
Cool.
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Rai Patience Cantor:
Thursday,
then.
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=^v^=:
(( cool, hopefully at some point
perra and vul can do the thing ))
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Rai Patience Cantor:
Night!
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Riot:
I am
excited to see that
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Ganaroth? is disconnected.
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Ra'ven:
there
is a certain level of irony in the heist to me
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Ra'ven:
the
reasoning FOR that heist is because "Hmm, these plans seem wierd
and poorly thought out"
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Ra'ven:
"WE
SHOULD HEIST THE PLANS!"
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Ra'ven:
basically
the "This dipomatic conference was wierd we should break into the
oval office and steall top secret documents from the president"
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Riot:
That
is going to be chaos
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Ra'ven:
Vul
wanting his context
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Ra'ven:
Also
Vul likes things that are tricky and cool
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Riot:
And
isn't Perra some form of nobility (iirc)?
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Ra'ven:
to
make up for him not being a sneaky fox
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Ra'ven:
I
think so but like, not in a super official way since that place
dislikes sorcerers
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Riot:
Still
not gonna be good for her family if y'all get caught I imagine lol
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Ra'ven:
one
of the things that was sorta joke for Ra'ven is that the whole
group she ended up with were princessess
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Ra'ven:
sorta
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Ra'ven:
She
DID stop short of calling Elieen one I think?
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Ra'ven:
then
again, a thing Vul and Ra'ven share is strange beliefs on titles
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Ra'ven:
they
both treat them as a role that a person picks
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Ra'ven:
and
that being a X is just a matter of playing the role well
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Ra'ven:
they
basically think titles are fake it till you make it, since for the
most part they were fairly isolated and only had stories
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Ra'ven:
I
mean it's not exactly a spoiler but they aren't actually blood
related at all
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Ra'ven:
they
were raised together though and have many similar mannorisms
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Ra'ven:
also
they turn into fuzzy somewhat lupine critters, just extremely
different ones
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Ra'ven:
ironically
neither really tends to a 'normal' thing either
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Ra'ven:
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Ra'ven:
He
turns into basically a show fox, too nice to be a real fox that
does real fox things
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Ra'ven:
the
thing ra'ven turns into is somewhate between a to-big jackal and a
wolf, but with entirely wrong tail, more sinister claws and teeth
and horns, plus wrong coloring
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Ra'ven:
ya,
her tail is sorta like a long fuzzy-ish cat tail with the end
being extremely sharp bristles
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Ra'ven:
but
not like, spikey, just the tip is pretty sharp, she sometimes
gives spare/sheded bristles away
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Ra'ven:
she
can pick locks with them xP
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Ra'ven:
she
can't really attack with them directly since she doesn't really
have 'puncture anything particularly resistant' tail strength
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Ra'ven:
it's
sorta funny since like
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Ra'ven:
she
has the same horns and tail in both her forms
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Ra'ven:
also
mosly the same ears
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Ra'ven:
I
mean I don't know if anyone has good levels of 'knowledge like,
werewolves or shit like that'
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Ra'ven:
but
like Yith said, there be something strange with that girl
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Riot:
My
two definitely don't have much knowledge on that front
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Ra'ven:
though
I think Clarrity knows stuff about devils
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Ra'ven:
unsure
how apparent it is to here but this has been used a few times
possibly in her view
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Ra'ven:
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Really a bit more sinister then normal for a Tiefling
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Effect:
She counts as a devil if it's beneficial
to her. She also gains training in intimidate and can
speak/read supernial
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Riot:
I
mean tbf Clarity's only experience with devils is the Iron
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Ra'ven:
Both
the devils we have thusfar encounters in the raid, the succubus
and the hero treated her a bit differently
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Ra'ven:
I
mean she is a tiefling who were assocated with them, but there is
a difference even there
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Ra'ven:
for
her part she calls herself a tiefling and says she can turn into a
wolf, of a sort
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Ra'ven:
I
mean really it's more of the sort of wolf someone deathly afraid
of wolves would have nightmares of
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Ra'ven:
which
you wouldn't think that common given that there is a skywolf
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Riot:
Nightmare
wolf, love it
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Ra'ven:
I
mean sure it's ripping off a different character I had, but the
why and how are way different
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Ra'ven:
Same
with vul sorta, same charater even
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Ra'ven:
Zwei
could turn into a cute fluffy black fox
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Ra'ven:
except
she wasn't actually a fox, it was a cute fluffy fox with a bushy
tail etc
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Riot:
I
mean I played Clarity in a 5e Spelljammer campaign
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Ra'ven:
one
of the ultimate traps that I kept making fun of against Zwei is a
big button that says "Fox activated button" that wouldn't trigger
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Ra'ven:
she
would be extremely sad
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Ra'ven:
Zwei
was actually someone's trauma taken physical form after they got
over her
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Ra'ven:
She
faded in sunlight so she tended to carry an umbrella
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Ra'ven:
She
also fed off people's breath
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Ra'ven:
she
was sorta the anthromorphic personification of what her 'mother'
used to torture herself with over past failures and regrets
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Ra'ven:
her
relationship with her mom after they were seperate was akward as
shit so she sorta fled to a different plane
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Ra'ven:
also
there was a bit of irony in that a girl she ended up getting a
crush on happened to also be a star
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Riot:
What
a wild campaign with insanely interesting characters
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Ra'ven:
On
the bright (lol) side she turned out to actually exist, something
that Zwei was super big on saying was the case because it wasn't a
dream, she'd know if it was a dream.
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Ra'ven:
Since
she doesn't dream, she can enter other's dreams though.
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Ra'ven:
She
really wanted to will herself into being 'real'
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Ra'ven:
since
weither or not Zwei was actually 'real' is sorta philsophical
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Ra'ven:
she
was consious yes, but she basically was someone's imaginary friend
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Ra'ven:
She
was always concerned that if she was completely alone that she
might not exist
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Ra'ven:
owell
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Ra'ven:
that
campaign turend into star trek sorta
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Ra'ven:
seekign
out new life and new civilizations and stealing kisses from cute
extradimentional girls
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Ra'ven:
"Clearly
it's fine to violate general order 1 again, it's important..."
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Ra'ven:
Also
Nesoli, the girl she had a crush on, hit people with a charred
stick
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Ra'ven:
good
old bonk button
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Ra'ven:
it
was a staff of striking or something, so encounter push 1 and
prone or something
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Ra'ven:
but
ya, Zwei had the first 'fox' button
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Ra'ven:
that
was just a macro that was all, "Effect: Does fox things"
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Ra'ven:
In
a different game The Fox had a "Feelz" button
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Ra'ven:
it
was an obviously clockwork fox, with gears and a clock
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Ra'ven:
the
'Feelz" button was that it felt like a soft fuzzy fox despite this
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Ra'ven:
Zalanfe
was somewhat amazing at transmution
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Ra'ven:
she
made the fox's phyical feeling entirely different from the rest of
it
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Ra'ven:
She
was terrible at illusions, since she was a creature created to
curate truth
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Ra'ven:
so,
as she put it, "It's not an illusion, it really does feel like
that."
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Ra'ven:
also
would probably drone on about the vaguritys of magical theory
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Ra'ven:
whilst
petting the clockwork fox like a cat
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Ra'ven:
the
clockwork fox used to be a spider broach
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Ra'ven:
and
I think before that some sort of staff
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Ra'ven:
it
was a really powerful artifact that reflected what you thought of
it's nature as a way to prevent you from comprehending it's true
nature
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Ra'ven:
that
tendancy combined with Zalanfe's desires and knoledge of the
nature of both the artifact and reality, mixed with a bunch of
insane circumstances made it develop a consiousness and also
turned into a foxperson
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Ra'ven:
which
was unhappy till it found out it could still have a clock
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Ra'ven:
owell
it's late
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Ra'ven:
vacations
woo
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Ra'ven:
the
"I have played dnd for decades turns out I can talk about it at
length" thing
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