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Adam:
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now we just need, like, a map.
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Christopher:
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zac's switching internets or whatever
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ELWOB VI:
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I could e-mail myself the old map
useing the internet.
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Christopher:
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aaaaand having rtouble connecting...
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Robin Goodfellow has connected.
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Christopher:
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suck it, technical difficulties
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ELWOB VI:
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I lack the textures to remake that
dining room
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Robin Goodfellow:
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We'll re use our imagination
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ELWOB VI:
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matter of curiosity, can Zac see this?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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IT'S GREAT
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ELWOB VI:
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Anyhow... Goodfellow had just walked
in.
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noble3:
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Let him in.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Thank you. What is your name butler?"
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Sextus:
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Sextus.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Thank you Sextus"
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Christopher:
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man, this place has really gone
downhill.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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gah there's a HOLE in the ground!
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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that's a table.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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(rolls eyes)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*rubs eyes*
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ELWOB VI:
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guys, we had a great, totally serious
game going on...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Oh. Ahaha, of course it is..."
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ELWOB VI:
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It was really all going pretty
awsome...
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Adam:
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I thought I was being serious.
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Adam:
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save the fibre crack.
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ELWOB VI:
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anyhow, Inspector goodfellow enters,
again
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I was not speaking in character
because of lack of quotation marks but I didn't make that clear,
sorry back in character
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Hello."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Um..."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"How are... things?"
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Ask her.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Constance?"
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ELWOB VI:
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her headwound looks much better...
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Constance Stendatem:
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Well, we seem to have a slight daemon
problem, but that's nothing compared to our personal history
infestation...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"But you weren't hurt or in trouble
with those Ordos jerks right?"
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I mean. Ordos, right?"
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Officer Septum:
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I am right here.
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ELWOB VI:
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FYI, this is the guy who was there at
arc street
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Sorry, I tried to take it back. You
were great."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I meant the other... ones..."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Um, I'm just going to be quiet now."
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Constance Stendatem:
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Wise.
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Officer Septum:
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No, please. Go ahead and speak
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Officer Septum:
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You must have come for a reason.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I did. I'd like to speak to Constance
and Iggy...natious
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Constance Stendatem:
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I assume you mean alone.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I was inferring that yes."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Sextus, show our guest here the
stables. (gesturing to the officer)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*mumbles* "stables?"
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Officer Septum:
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I suppose I will be back...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"It was good to see you again Officer!"
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"All right..."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I... uh, suppose I owe you an
explaination..."
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You whisper to Christopher:
Christopher
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Aye.
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ELWOB VI:
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that room was carpeted, btw
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Well..."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Wow this is a nice carpet
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ELWOB VI:
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ok, seroius faces
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*not meta*
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Adam:
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like 10 minutes max.
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Constance Stendatem:
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(gahhhhhhh)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(AND YET SO FAR)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(woah capslock)
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ELWOB VI:
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longest breakfast ever...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*I go over and examine the food*
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Christopher:
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seriously ._.
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Christopher:
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zac just got all crashy
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Robin Goodfellow is disconnected.
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Christopher:
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restarting, be here monentartiylsa
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Robin Goodfellow has connected.
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Christopher:
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...cannot use my bloody keyboard...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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ah and now I can't see
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Robin Goodfellow:
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should have known better than to try
and impersonate
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ELWOB VI:
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don't cry because it's over, smile
because it happend
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Robin Goodfellow:
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but now I can't see the map again
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Robin Goodfellow:
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though I did learn that I apparently
don't have some textures or something.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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but smeh
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Christopher:
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should host from your laptop more often
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ELWOB VI:
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hey, this is the first time the
desktop went nuts
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ELWOB VI:
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the desktop has a nice big screen
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Christopher:
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but it's always had slight issues of
that sort.
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Christopher:
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this, though... beautifully smooth.
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ELWOB VI:
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ot's 4 years newer
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Christopher:
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that shouldn't have any bearing on the
internet...
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ELWOB VI:
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I'm waitin on adam...
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ELWOB VI:
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how long ago did adam say 10 min?
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ELWOB VI:
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He better not be kissing girls or
somthing...
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ELWOB VI:
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Ok, if this gets any more FUBAR, would
you guys be able to finish this next weekend?
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ELWOB VI:
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don't get too fancy with the house;
this is all being deleted
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Christopher:
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i'm killing time
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Christopher:
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and testing my memory, evidently
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ELWOB VI:
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the bottom is wrong
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ELWOB VI:
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that t room wasn't there
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Christopher:
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yeah, bottom left is going all FUBAR...
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ELWOB VI:
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there was a bathroom in there too
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Desert Guard:
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remember this campaign?
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Christopher:
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that qualifies as a campaign?
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ELWOB VI:
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It was like two sessions, wasn't it?
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Christopher:
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yeah. ONE adventure.
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ELWOB VI:
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We call the first LEWB a campaign,
so...
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Christopher:
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yes, but this was SUPPOSED to be a
full campaign, but ended as just an origin story.
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ELWOB VI:
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but it was a nice origin story.
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ELWOB VI:
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I really liked it. It didn't
over-stretch itself
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Christopher:
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that was 25 minutes, brah.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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what do you want?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I... need your help."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I have no reason to expect it given
my admittedly appaling treatment of your and irrational behavior,
but believe it or not there was a point to it all."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Get to the point.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I know who stole the missles
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Are you familiar with the cult of the
wishmaster?"
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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No.
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Constance Stendatem:
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No.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I'm not suprised, it is a powerful
but secretive organization."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Well, not that powerful."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"But still, the artillery shells and
the attack on the train were orchestrated by them. I don't know
who to trust, but you two have proven yourselves useful."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Without help, I know I will not make
it out of this in one piece, but regardless I am GOING to stop
them."
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Constance Stendatem:
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Oh, also, I may have forgotten to
mention: that was a plot to kill you, Ignatius.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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That's a heck of a thing to gloss
over, Constance.
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Constance Stendatem:
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I sorta forgot. Sorry.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Who is plotting to kill him?"
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Constance Stendatem:
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Ordos didn't know.
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Constance Stendatem:
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But, it seems, you do.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Alright, detective. Did you try going
to the police with this problem? I'm hardly authorized to take
down a terrorist cult, and I don't feel like getting arrested
again.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I... have reasons to avoid the police"
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I think the wishmaster has
infiltrated them."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"He threatened me when I was in jail."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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You know who he is?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"WHAT he is is a daemon."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Can he change shape or something?
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Constance Stendatem:
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You both had unknown magic on you when
Ordos brought us in.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I heard him in my jail cell
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Robin Goodfellow:
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he spoke to me
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Robin Goodfellow:
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threatened me
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"What do you mean Constance?"
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(All that was spoken)
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Constance Stendatem:
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Just that. When we were arrested,
Ordos detected magic on you that they couldn't identify. I was
clean, for whatever reason. They assumed, reasonably enough, it
was daemonic in origin.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Did you see anything Ignatious?
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Nothing. Perhaps you should tell him
about the worms, Constance.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Yes. There was a huge, writhing mass
of worms on the exterior wall of the bedroom just yesterday. They
infiltrated the house, and made for a box containing some of
Ignatius' personal effects, and after they left a love letter from
many years ago by my dead husband was found on my pillow.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I... see..."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Who was your old husband?"
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Constance Stendatem:
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A daemon hunting soldier by the name
of Kinal.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Well, I've been doing research since
my interactions in the jail cell. And the mass of worms you
mention sound very familiar".
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ELWOB VI:
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You have heard of this Kinal. He was a
brave soldier from what you heard. Never worked with him, but you
knew people who did.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"The worms sound like the physical
manifestation of two of the wishmasters... lackeys. Whisper and
Echo."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Did they say anything?"
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"What happened?"
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Constance Stendatem:
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Not that I heard. That's all I know.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"hmm....
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Can I see the effects that they made
for?"
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"May I, rather?"
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Yes.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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(hands them over)
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ELWOB VI:
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It is a black box, containing three
things: a photograph, a book, and a toy soldier.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I roll to Search them for anything
suspicious?
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* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 10 => 1 + 10 = 11
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"What is the name of the book?"
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ELWOB VI:
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there is no title
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(I can't seem to READ it)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I open it.
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ELWOB VI:
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it's dusty, but in new condition.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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what do the pages say?
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* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 2 => 9 + 2 = 11
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Christopher:
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are you shitting me?
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Adam:
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Worst detective ever.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Ignatious where did you get this
book?"
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Christopher:
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psst, take 20's.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I will from no on
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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It was my father's.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Was your father a daemon worshipper?"
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* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 2 => 10 + 2 = 12
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(SO GOOD)
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Not to my knowledge.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Well, he was in possession of a very
interesting book."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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I'm pretty sure he wrote it.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*stares* What???
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Your father.... Do you know what this
is??"
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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A book.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"A book. Yes, it is. It is the
Compendium!"
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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The Compendium?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Compendium of what?
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ELWOB VI:
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Chirs, you know what the compendium is
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"This is the daemonic BIBLE. It is the
most common book of daemon lore, used almost EXCLUSIVELY by Daemon
worshippers!"
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Constance Stendatem:
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W H A T.
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Constance Stendatem:
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WHY would...
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Constance Stendatem:
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THAT Compendium.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Is this just one copy?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Yes, but you say he WROTE it?"
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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I'm pretty sure, yes.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Did you never bother to...
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ELWOB VI:
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You could have sworn you saw him
writing in it when you were a child... but it was years ago,
maybe...
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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I just figured it was his journal or
something written in some made up language.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Shiiiiiiiit.
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Adam is disconnected.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"It is possible he was adding to the
text. It is not necessarily a damning text, used for the proper
purpose... I have one after all. Your father is not neccessarily a
daemon worshipper."
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Adam has connected.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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"It is possible he was adding to the
text. It is not necessarily a damning text, used for the proper
purpose... I have one after all. Your father is not neccessarily a
daemon worshipper."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Well, what does this mean to us right
now?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"If Whisper and Echo were going for
these effects..."
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Constance Stendatem:
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Ohhhh, we're in trouble.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"It is likely there is something in
this book they didn't want known, they don't typically act so
aggressively."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I suggest we search this book for
any... unusual text."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"We can cross reference with my copy
for differences."
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ELWOB VI:
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The differences are clear as day,
right in the "WISHMASTER" section. There are two letters folded
inbetween the pages there.
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ELWOB VI:
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The first is address to Ignatious, the
second to his father.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Sometimes I'm too good a detective
for the clues I find."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Here, it is addressed to you."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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(can I read it?)
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ELWOB VI:
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yes. It is in imperial
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"We have to hide this book."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Right now."
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Constance Stendatem:
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Why?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Septum.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"The ordos officer will be back any
moment."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Give it back.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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I'll keep it on my person.
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* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 2 => 10 + 2 = 12
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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I have some really nifty pockets.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Waiting for brian to respond to
something)
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Well, I have a question for Septum.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I'd not keep this book on you..."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"It is... not something you want to be
caught with without good reason
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Constance Stendatem:
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Bedroom. Can hide it in my dreser.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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We could always destroy it.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I suppose that is better than nothing.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"We can't risk destroying further clues
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"If your father wrote extensively in
it..."
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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If they found the book in this house
once, hiding it here again is not smart.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I can store it in my..."
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Constance Stendatem:
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We only need tohide it from Septum for
now.
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Constance Stendatem:
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And I'm thinking he can't search
through my undergarments without arousing plenty of suspicion.
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Constance Stendatem:
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So, to the dresser?
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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The worms won't come back?
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Constance Stendatem:
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I'd say they already got what they
came for.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Probably not in the next hour."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Whe have to get ride of Septim"
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Then immediately study this book."
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Constance Stendatem:
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We got any good alcohol?
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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I'll take him out for a night on the
town. I'm no help with the book anyway.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Oh, on the contrary!
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"I'd venture to say your father wanted
you to find this book. Given the letter. It is possible he left
clues only you could spot."
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Constance Stendatem:
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Then why is there a letter addressed
to him, too?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I don't know...
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Constance Stendatem:
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I thnk it was the daemons that brought
the letters.
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Officer Septum:
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*shouts* Everything alright in there?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Yes, everything is fine! We'll be
right out!"
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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I have some old brandy I was saving
for a special occasion...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I suggest we head back to my office
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I have materials there that should
help with analysis.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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What did the letter say?
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Nothing helpful.
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* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +2 => 13 + 2 = 15
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Constance Stendatem:
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Maybe the two letters are linked by a
code?
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Just something about his work with the
book not being for ill. I suppose you can read it when you go over
the rest of the book.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Well, who will distract Septim?
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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I can incapacitate him.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Will you give us the letter?"
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Or is it irrelevant
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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It doesn't matter. Here.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Thank you. When you are done, stop by
my office."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Actually..."
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Robin Goodfellow:
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"Goodness, I guess it is our safest
option. Yes, let us meet back at my office?"
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Constance Stendatem:
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Very well.
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Do you have a card?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*hands him card*
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Ignatious Stendatem:
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Right. I'll join you ASAP
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ELWOB VI:
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ok, how is this for a stopping point?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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good for me
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