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ELWOB VI has connected.
You have disconnected.
ELWOB VI has connected.
Christopher has connected.
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DM:
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I will be DMing via this
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ELWOB VI:
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but this is the server
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Christopher:
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that makes sense, actually
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DM:
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Also, make note that you are in charge
of keeping track of your regen from now on
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Christopher:
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and now, we just sit here and wait for
adam...
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DM:
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crap, forgot to tell you we delayed to
1"20
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Robin Goodfellow has connected.
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DM:
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Assumeing you still can't see the map,
I would advise screen sharing with someone. There may be a real
dungeon this time
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I can so long as it is drawn after I
load the map
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I know right
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Adam has connected.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I've heard that using 1.2 is better
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I considered giving that a shot, but
didn't really have time.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(maptool version 1.2)
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DM:
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we can try that at some point
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DM:
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but for now, we have a D&D session to
continue
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*in character*
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DM:
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So, I'm not gonna do an intro
paragraph, because we are litterally picking up right where we
left off
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DM:
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anyone gonna do anything?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*Awkwardly coughs*
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DM:
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no, seriously, ten minutes just passed
out of game
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Constance Stendatem:
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Well, we could try losing him by going
into town.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Do you trust the book here with him?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I do have the brandy.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(gets brandy)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I like this plan.
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Constance Stendatem:
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I mean take the book into town and
shake him there.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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We don't want him to think anything is
up.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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the best hiding spot is in plain sight.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Would you normally drink with him?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, we haven't known each other
long. No reason not to.
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DM:
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Zac, could you use quotes when in
character? I think it would help.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(how about out of character I do this)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Because I'm mostly in character, and
quotes are mildly inconveniant)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(I'll do this out of character then)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I say we head into town and shake him
there
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Robin Goodfellow:
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As much as your plan would also work,
I want to check some sources in town anyway, and we should
probably find a non-comprimized place to stash the book.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Alright. (puts brandy away)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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We'll do things your way.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Shall we be going?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Yes, I'd suggest you have a chat with
him to let him know we are leaving.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Or rather..
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Robin Goodfellow:
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maybe we should just leave him here
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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If you don't think that's suspicious,
okay.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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No, that is a bit suspicious.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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You know the man, it is really your
call.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Alright. I'll tip him off as we fetch
the horses.
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DM:
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you guys have spent about the same
amount of time with him
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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If he wants to follow, I can distract
him when we're in town.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(yes, but he's more likely to
trust/listen to someone who is a work friend or at least more
respectable than a privite investigator)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Ok, Let's move.
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Officer Septum:
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Took a while...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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yes, that man certainly can talk your
ear off.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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GUilty as charged.
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Officer Septum:
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May I ask what about?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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What? I'm a chatterbox.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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well, not a real chatterbox
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Robin Goodfellow:
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those things will chat your ear off
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Fine... *sigh*)
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* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 9 + 7 = 16
* DM rolls: 1d20+6 => 14 + 6 = 20
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Officer Septum:
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That so? Will you be joining us for
breakfast then?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Why... Iiiiiii'd love to.
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* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 15 + 7 = 22
* DM rolls: 1d20+6 => 5 + 6 = 11
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Robin Goodfellow:
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If you will have me
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I'd really HATE to intrude
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Officer Septum:
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Well, I'm not the master of the house,
and I don't mean to be rude.
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Officer Septum:
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Just seems you two are so chummy
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I suppose he could join us...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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we had almost finished eating before
you arrived...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I could have a small bite?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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We can finish whatever Sextus has for
us.
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Sextus:
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I suppose I could work another
miricle...
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DM:
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he walks back to the kitchen
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Thanks Sex!
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Sextus.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(rolls eyes)
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Constance Stendatem:
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Some people you just can't nickname.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*clears throat awkwardly*
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Sextus:
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Breakfast two is served!
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(what is it)
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DM:
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you can't see it, your still in the
stable
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Is he calling out the door?)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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So, what is for breakfast here
Ignatious?
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Constance Stendatem:
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It was yak bacon a minute ago.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Oh, yak? Yuk.
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Constance Stendatem:
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It's not as bad as you might think.
But still.
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Officer Septum:
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Perhaps we should go inside and see?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Will you join us officer?
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Officer Septum:
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If I will be had, I would love to
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DM:
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Sextus has prepared what at first
appears to be a delicous soup, but upon further inspection, the
inspector sees it's just boxed cerial in juce with random
ingrediants thrown in. Not bad though...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Well, as charming as this has been,
I'm headed into town.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I have to catch a train.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*looks at Constance and Ignatius*
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Officer Septum:
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May you have better luck with trains
they the Mister and Misses.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I certainly hope so!
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Sextus:
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*looks around, confused*
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(leaves and heads to the trainstation)
I hope we see each other again soon you two!
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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We'll see.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(also can I see if I can sneak the
book out?)
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DM:
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who has it right now?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I don't remember who has it)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(I think it is chris)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(I think I hid it somewhere)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(in your underwear)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(In the bedroom drawer right)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(ah yes)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Do show our guest out, Constance.
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DM:
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after some rummageing, you manage to
find the thing where it was put, but not before a few akward
moments.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(I hope you appreciate the restraint I
just exercised)
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DM:
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I assume you leave now?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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*whisper to Constance* in case you
didn't catch on I'll meet up with you at the train station.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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As soon as you can shake the fourth
wheel
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Constance Stendatem:
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*whisper* Got it.
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DM:
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I assume you guys finish breakfast
without any more scheemes?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(yes)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I believe Constance and I are going to
spend the day in town. You're welcome to stay here, if you like,
officer.
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Officer Septum:
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I suppose that makes the most sense. I
am here to watch for daemons, after all
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Constance Stendatem:
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While we're there, we should see about
restocking our pantry.
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Sextus:
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I can make the trip myself. You enjoy
your day.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Thank you, Sextus.
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DM:
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so you each head off?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(yep)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(yep)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(THANK GOD)
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DM:
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Ok, let's skip ahead and assume you
guys meat up
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Alright, now, let's review what we
know.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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But first are you two sure you weren't
followed
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Constance Stendatem:
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I don't think we were.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(I'll roll a search check? Is that
what I'd use?)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(to see if anyone is spying or
following or whatever)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(I just want to make sure the fourth
wheel didn't follow them)
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DM:
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You have no way of going back in time
and checking that
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(well, I can check now. that they are
here. that no one is in a trenchcoat around the corner)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(and armor)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(But whatever)
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* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 2 => 11 + 2 = 13
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Robin Goodfellow:
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let's review what we know
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DM:
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are you guys doing something else
while playing?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(i think we're just that slow today)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(no, I thought he was going to start
the list)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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We know we have a daemon bible.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Written in by my father.
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Constance Stendatem:
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We know that the worm daemons were
interested in it, and also left a love letter from my deceased
husband.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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allegedly deceased.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Granted, allegedly deceased. And a
daemon called the Wishmaster was somehow involved.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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The same wishmaster is the one behind
the bombings.
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Constance Stendatem:
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One of which targetted you.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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and for some reason there is daemon
magic on me. or was, at least.
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Constance Stendatem:
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And on Goodfellow, as well. But not
me, for some reason.
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DM:
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actually, I'm drawing goodfellow's
office now
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DM:
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Zac, get on so you can see it
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(spiffy)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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So what do we do now?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Haha I see it
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Haha I see it)
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DM:
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No, keep playing, sorry for
distracting you
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Sorry I had to help a friend with
something)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Any ideas on what to do? I'm hardly
qualified or authorized to take on a terrorist organization.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Well, to be honest I don't trust
anykind of an organization right now.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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As I said, I was approached in jail,
so...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Did we find a clue in the book)
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DM:
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you found the two letters... what else
you looking for?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Let's read the letters again?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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That might help.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(so what do they say)
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DM:
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which one do you read first?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(the one we all read)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(we'll get to Adam's)
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DM:
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so the one addressed to Ignatious'
father?
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DM:
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Dear Mister Stendatem,
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DM:
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I do belive that your issues, as those
of many others are curable by our faith. You do deserve more, and
I would love for you to come to this address and talk with one of
our brothers in person about this matter. Our blessings to you and
your family.
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DM:
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Sincerly, David Iroath
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Well, I suggest we head to this address
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Sounds like as good a lead as any.
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DM:
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the address is in a village about a
day's ride to the north.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Ignatius, did you know this David
Iroath?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Never heard of him.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I trust you.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Why would I lie?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I've alwasy been skeptical of the...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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well, religion we follow.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Ever since i left the Acadamy, but...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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well never mind.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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The point is, this thing seems to go
deep.
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Constance Stendatem:
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You were...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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We both were covered in daemonic
energy, but in my experience that doesn't mean a damn thing
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Wait, I thought you two were
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Constance Stendatem:
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As of our release from jail, I'm a
full Ordos officer.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Regardless, my point is that our
society has a tendency to hate daemons to the point of hurting
itself.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I don't like Ordos
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Robin Goodfellow:
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but I don't like daemons just as much.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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You father may be whoever he may be,
but that won't color my opinion of you.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Ignatius.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(This is all happening in transit
right?)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(yes)
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DM:
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do you stop at your home first for
supplies?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I suggest we buy new supplies.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(do I not have everything?)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I have a bug out bag
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DM:
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You don't have food for a prolonged
trip
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Robin Goodfellow:
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We should buy food though.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, let's go to town.
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DM:
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ok, so you buy stuff?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(refills on whatever is necessary)
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DM:
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then you are enroute now
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DM:
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or is that all you say before you
arrive?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(yeah, pretty much.)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(I just say that as we go)
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DM:
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Ok. It is late evening by the time you
arrive in town. Do you still go to the address?
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I suggest we scope out the building
tonight, then rest and enter tomorrow morning.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Agreed.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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okay
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DM:
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the building is a bit off the street,
with no windows
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Who enters and exits?)
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DM:
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you see two gentlemen walk in after a
few minutes
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(do they look like ordinary people)
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DM:
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they where suits and bowties
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(They just walk in)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(No secret handshake or passwords)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Let's rest and come early tomorrow
morning.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Before sunrise.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I don't want to get caught by the
police again
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Constance Stendatem:
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Agreed.
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Constance Stendatem:
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But we cantell them off now, at least.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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there's no chance that this building
is just a church or fitness center now, right?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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That letter is pretty old.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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It is possible.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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However, in my experience it is best
to be cautious.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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I could poke my head in now
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DM:
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side note, there are no churches in
the empire
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DM:
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that would be daemon worship
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(it was more of an expression anyway.)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I get a hotel room and return in the
morning.)
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DM:
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a knock on the hotel room door awakens
you.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Who is it?
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Telegram Lad:
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Telegram, for Mrs. Constance!
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Constance Stendatem:
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(hushed) What the hell? Nobody should
know we're here!
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Telegram Lad:
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Telegram, for Mrs. Constance!
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I did put the hotel under my name...
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Constance Stendatem:
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I'll take it.
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Constance Stendatem:
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(I channel storm first)
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* Christopher rolls: 1d6 => 6
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DM:
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you do realize that makes noise, right?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(crap. i get my pistol, then, and hold
it behind my back)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(there's an idea for a new feat)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(way to stay on top of things)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(for hiding a pistol behind your back?)
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Telegram Lad:
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Here you are. *hands telegram*
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Constance Stendatem:
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Thanks.
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Constance Stendatem:
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(spot check)
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* Christopher rolls: 1d20+3 => 18 + 3 = 21
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DM:
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He is a young boy, around 16. Nothing
seems out of order, but he totally looked at your boobs.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(nothing out of order, indeed.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(well, let's go back inside and see
what it says)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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(Be right back)
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DM:
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CONSTANCE, I AM ALIVE AND WELL.
CURRENTLY AT THE FRONT IN THE SOUTHWEST. ASSISTING TROOPS IN
CAPTURE OF FORT HIGHPEAK. -SPECIALIST SARGENT KINAL
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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What's it say?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Things. (I hand it over)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Hm... so what does this mean?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(is polyandry illegal here?)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(oh snap.)
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Robin Goodfellow:
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WHo is this Kinal
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Constance Stendatem:
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It means trouble. That man is a
suspected daemon worshipper, and he's knowledge of things he
shouldn't have any way of knowing. I don't know who *this* Kinal
is, but he is not the man I married.
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Well, he certainly wanted you to know
he was well...
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Robin Goodfellow:
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It's none of my business. What time is
it?
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DM:
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that's well befor sunrise at this
lattitude
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Robin Goodfellow:
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Are you rested enough?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I am.
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Constance Stendatem:
|
As am I.
|
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Robin Goodfellow:
|
I'd suggest heading out then.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Let's see what is going on in this
building.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I'd suggest letting me get into the
building first. If I've been inside for thirty seconds, come in
behind me.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I'll leave the door open.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
But first, let's see if there is a
back door.
|
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
right.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Why didn't we think of that last night?
|
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Robin Goodfellow:
|
Let's go over basic hand signals.
|
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Just go in.
|
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Robin Goodfellow:
|
Well, somebody is reckless.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
*move silently up to the door.
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 18 + 9 = 27
|
DM:
|
ok, you are at the door
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
first I listen at the door
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 10 + 7 = 17
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(IS THERE A POLICEMAN BEHIND ME)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(lol)
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
open lock
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 9 => 9 + 9 = 18
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
roll again
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 9 => 5 + 9 = 14
|
DM:
|
sometimes... you just gotta take 20
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I refuse
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 18 + 9 = 27
|
DM:
|
there appears to only be one room,
filled with tables, and a bar on the far end
|
|
DM:
|
there are chairs scattered around
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(it
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(..'s a freakin tavern)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(called it)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(or possibly some sort of club)
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
*I turn back to the others and make a
glug glug motion
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
He's drunk?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I walk in after him)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(rolling eyes)
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Was your father an alcoholic?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
No.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
then there must be more to this
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Everyone check for traps
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
excuse me
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(is the bar open for business?)
|
* Christopher rolls: 1d20+3 => 14 + 3 = 17
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 10 => 19 + 10 = 29
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
that was a search check
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(no trapfinding. kinda pointless)
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
*I look behind the bar for a secret
button
|
|
DM:
|
you do find a closet though
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
that usually works
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(are there bookshelves?)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(busts?)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(is there anything IN the closet?)\
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Let me search the closet.
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 10 => 3 + 10 = 13
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(I'll take 20)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(a piano, perhaps?)
|
|
DM:
|
why did you need that high a roll to
find a piano?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
to check the closet
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(to check the closet)
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Check if there is a trap door behind
the bar?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(is the bar empty?)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
We've found yet another dead end, it
would seem.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I'm not so sure
|
|
DM:
|
there are shelves below, but they just
contain glasses
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I mean patrons and employess)
|
|
DM:
|
you guys can see this map, right?
|
|
Christopher:
|
inspector's office?
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Is there a sign on the outside?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(what's it say?)
|
|
DM:
|
the other says "closed"
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(no hours listed?)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(for shame!)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Perhaps we should return when the
place is a little more busy.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Yeah.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(is there any other rooms
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Is there a stage>
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(or stairs?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(anything?)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I'll say)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Well, what do we do in the meantime?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Let's get drunk.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Sarcasm.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I vote we stop trespassing.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Agreed.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I pull out the other letter.
|
|
DM:
|
you are now holding a letter
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I know that letter was addressed to you
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I read it.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Is it pertinant though>
|
|
DM:
|
To my dear Ignatious,
|
|
DM:
|
If you have found this, it means you
now know my terrible secret. I know you may think I am a terrible
father now, but I didn't do this because I hate you, I did this
because I love you. You were too young to see how we lived on the
wrong side of this unfair society. You never saw how hard I
worked, just to return so tired and try to be a father to my son.
You didn't deserve that. I Wanted you to be happy, to live a
better life than I ever could. Make the most of it.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Doesn't get more vague than that.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I hold it up to the light.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
()
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Can I appraise/search it
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
perhaps one of you can make sense of
it.
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +10 => 17 + 10 = 27
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Code? Cipher?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
It may be
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
or it may be a letter from his father
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
... and why do we keep getting letters
from ostensibly dead people?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Hold on to it, it may come later
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Alright.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I just figured it was your families
thing
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
, Constance.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I don't suppose it would be wise to
visit your other husband?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Wise? No. Necessary to make headway in
our investigation? Quite probably.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Where did he say he was?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Where is Fort Highpeak?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Let's visit the bar during its on
hours at least
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
In the southwest, somewhere.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
that lock was far too good for such a
shitty establishment
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
pardon my Vanguard.
|
|
DM:
|
you realize this civilization has no
contact with them, right?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(Shit, who do we know?)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(nobody)
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(I was just using the first one that
came to mind)
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Pardon my poopy Language.
|
|
DM:
|
as far as you know, you are the last
civilization on Earth
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Excuse my language
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(there that is what I say)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Well, let's go buy a map or something.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(I thought we met them and the ageless
guys)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
... who would he even be holding Fort
Highpeak from us?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
More importantly who is he?
|
|
DM:
|
Daemons. That's all the army fights
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(what was kinal's assignment when he
went missing?)
|
|
DM:
|
you don't remember; it was years ago
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(i think i'd probably remember the
mission that made me a widow)
|
|
DM:
|
I think you would be more interested
in the fact your husband just died then the breifing he got
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(the death is the what, the briefing
is the why. but whatever.)
|
|
DM:
|
Meta, it's not that important, and
unrelated to Ft. highpeak
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(that's all i needed to know)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(so... evening?)
|
|
DM:
|
you return to the bar
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(SHIT I FORGOT TO RE-LOCK IT)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(they might just assume they forgot...
though we are not that lucky)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
*sigh* I'll hang back, then.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(nevermind. I never said that.)
|
|
DM:
|
move your tokens when you enter
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(the sign does say open right?
|
|
DM:
|
the room is full of people this time,
some drinking and some socializing. A singer is preforming in the
corner
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
You know what to do, inspector?
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +2 => 11 + 2 = 13
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Gather information about the bar
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I assist.)
|
|
DM:
|
it's a bar, alot of them frequent it.
No patrons find anything off about it
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
How long has it been here?
|
|
DM:
|
longer than any patron remembers
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
even the owner?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
or bartender?
|
|
DM:
|
he is a different story
|
|
Owner:
|
Well, twelve years. Why?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Just curious, it seems like a cozy
place!
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I wish I'd found it earlier!
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Heh, not like anyone had time to have
any fun while they were still worried about the arch-daemon. My
folks thought I was nuts buying the place!
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Oh? What do you mean?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
That Dermongon guy. He was pretty close to
this area. Had everyone scared shitless.
|
|
DM:
|
he is probably referring to Demogorgon,
last of the great daemon lords
|
|
DM:
|
killed about 10 years ago
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Wait, do you mean Demongorgon?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
He was HERE?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
No, no. But he was close enough.
|
|
|
Owner:
|
People panic, you know?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
But what was here when you bought it?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Nothing daemonic I hope?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Sense Motive on his response.
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 2 => 7 + 2 = 9
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(god I'm so bad at reading people)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(well, shit)
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Oh yeah, Malphus' nephew used to crash
here. But he couldn't pay his rent. I knew the guy, and was like,
"hey, I'll take the place off your hands!"
|
|
Singer:
|
Dude, that's fucked up. Don't joke
about daemons like that
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I'm not joking.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
But he lived here? There's only one
room! Where'd he sleep the closet?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Calm down. Did you really think I was
seroius?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Sorry, I just get nervous about that
kind of stuff.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Hey can I have a drink?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Sure. 5 currens.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
do you take copper?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Why not
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
thanks man. Hey, sorry about all that.
Didn't mean to hurt your publicity and all that.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
*pays 5 cp*
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Don't worry about it
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Takes some guts though. Don't know if
I would have done it.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Was there any weird shit when you
moved in or anything?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(Sleight of hnad to feign drinking*
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 20 + 9 = 29
|
|
Owner:
|
Yeah, it's out back. Let me show ya.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Hey, can my friends come with? Yo!
Iggy! You gotta see this!
|
|
|
Owner:
|
It's best they don't...
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
hm?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Nevermind!
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
*I give the hand signal to follow
quietly)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(this is SO a trap)
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(if he remembers)
|
|
DM:
|
he leads you around the structure.
|
|
DM:
|
make hide and move silently
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 6 + 1 = 7
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(PAHAHAHA)
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 6 + 1 = 7
* Christopher rolls: 1d20+2 => 3 + 2 = 5
* Christopher rolls: 1d20+2 => 17 + 2 = 19
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
*clunk* *clunk* *clunk*
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(well, i'm not making any noise, at
least
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(I'm talking to the bartender to keep
him distracted)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
)
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Hey, we are trying to have a personal
convorsation here.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Hey Iggy, wait out front okay?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
This guys cool
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Okay. I thought you called me.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
He's my *hic* friend
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
(Bluff to feign intoxication?)
|
|
DM:
|
The owner waits untill they are gone
before speaking
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I ready my cane)
|
|
|
Owner:
|
What's your problem?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Who me?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Yeah. You keep asking daemon
questions. Are you trying to arouse suspicion?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
No man, You're the one who brought it
up
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I was just curious is all
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Sorry if it's a problem you shoulda
jus said something
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Are you inspector Goodfellow?
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 7 => 5 + 7 = 12
|
|
Owner:
|
Nevermind
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(apparently you are a notoriously bad
liar)
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Look, just don't go nose-pokeing
around here, ok?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Are you trying to hide something
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
because, you know, this is a bit
suspicious.
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Why do you even care?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I subscribe to a certain philosophy
recently
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
It's easy to not care, but if we don't
care, then no one else does about us either
|
* Robin Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 7 => 11 + 7 = 18
|
|
Owner:
|
Ok, sorry.
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Just, knock it off. You know how
touchy people are about daemons, and if an ordos watchmen was in
there we would both be shot, you know?
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Yeah, but if there's something
daemonic in there, you'd be in even deeper trouble.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Is that what's up?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Nothing's up.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
then why would you bring up daemons to
a drunk guy at a bar
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
for 5 currens.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I doubt it.
|
|
|
Owner:
|
I mentioned that Dermongon was around,
that's common knowelge.
|
|
|
Owner:
|
I was telling you the news.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
And who is Inspector Goodfellow?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
He's a private eye, specializes in
daemons. I saw a photo of him once, he looked like you.
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Thought I was a suspect
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Well you were certainly acting very
suspicious just now.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
You know my buddy in there?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
No
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
He's an Ordos officer.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Or maybe that's his wife. To be honest
I kind of forget, but if you have anything hidden in there, he's
probably going to find it.
|
|
|
Owner:
|
shit...
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
They have a second sense for that kind
of thing.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
Look, I like you, and this might be my
fault a bit for bringing it down on you.
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
I'll help you out if you need me to
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Say that when they drag us off.
|
|
|
Owner:
|
No, really. If you can put in a good
word...
|
|
Robin Goodfellow:
|
what's wrong?
|
|
|
Owner:
|
You brought up daemons, and they
probably overheard. That's enough evidence for the Ordos
|
|
|
Owner:
|
why did you even bring that up if you
knew watchmen were here?
|
You have disconnected.
Chris has connected.
Adam has connected.
Robin Goodfellow has connected.
ELWOB VI has connected.
Christopher has connected.
Inspector Goodfellow has connected.
Christopher is disconnected.
Adam is disconnected.
Adam has connected.
Robin Goodfellow is disconnected.
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Take him in Iggy!
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Pardon me. IgNATIUS.
|
* DM rolls: 1d20 => 13
* Chris rolls: 1d20+2 => 3 + 2 = 5
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
1d20 + 4
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +4 => 4 + 4 = 8
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
WHATY
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 2 + 3 = 5
|
Adam:
|
wait. did I miss something?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(you have got to be shitting me)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
this may be a chase
|
|
DM:
|
the man takes a double move
|
|
DM:
|
you are flatfooted; no AoO
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
WE are?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I initiated!
|
|
Adam:
|
that's a long double move.
|
|
DM:
|
actually, he could fit a run
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'll run as far as I can in one move
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
toward him
|
|
DM:
|
ok, screen share with someone now
|
|
Chris:
|
can he actually run, or just double
move?
|
|
DM:
|
a double move would get him further in
this case
|
|
DM:
|
no, that would take him through a wall
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
What's happening?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(If we work together we can catch him
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
don't cluster up and make sure he
can't go anywhere without attack of opportunity
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Also we want to take him alive for
questioning)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
CUT HIM OFF CONSTANCE
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
TO THE LEFT!
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
the inspector didn't move.
|
|
DM:
|
does that allow turning?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I don't think)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I conceed.)
|
|
|
Owner:
|
Shit!
|
|
DM:
|
double move or charge?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Please stop running.
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DM:
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he takes a withdraw action to this
gate, only to find it's locked
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Constance Stendatem:
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We just need to ask you a few
questions.
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Constance Stendatem:
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(channel storm)
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* Chris rolls: 1d6 => 2
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Constance Stendatem:
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But if you fight, so will we.
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Owner:
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Shucks, I'm not gonna win that.
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Owner:
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You got me.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(YEAH TAKE THAT)
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Owner:
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Look, the guy I bought this place from
was, well, a little shady.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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How shady
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Owner:
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there were runes and stuff in some of
the boxes, and he wouldn't tell me what he used the place for.
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Owner:
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I didn't give it a second thought.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Do you have any of them still?
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Owner:
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The runes, no.
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Owner:
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He took them with him when he moved
out.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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anything?
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Owner:
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?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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do you have anything that was his?
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Owner:
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No. I'm not a theif
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'm not saying that
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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did he leave anything
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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maybe a forwarding address?
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Owner:
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No. He was very careful.
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Owner:
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The place doesn't have a mailing
address.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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so no pentagrams on the floor then I'm
guessing.
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Constance Stendatem:
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As usual, we're years too late.
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Chris:
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given that it's because of letters
arriving late, i feel like i should make a postal service joke here
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(this civilization invented telegrams
for a reason)
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Owner:
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I swear, that's all I know.
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +2 => 13 + 2 = 15
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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sense motive
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Are you with holding any information?
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Owner:
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No
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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for fear of who you are speaking to
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +2 => 16 + 2 = 18
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Argh
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(We are never going to make headway on
this)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Umm...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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any ideas you two?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Wait, who was the letter from again?
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Constance Stendatem:
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We should look for him.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Brilliant Constance!
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Constance Stendatem:
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David Iroath!
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Do you know... David Iroath
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Owner:
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Yeah. That's the guy I bought it from.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You could have given us the name
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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what else have you lied about.
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 9 => 5 + 9 = 14
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Intimidate
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Owner:
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Nothing, I swear
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You know what will happen if we find
out you are lying.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Ordos will seem like a summer vacation.
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 7 + 9 = 16
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Owner:
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I told you everything I know. Do what
you want with me.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Maybe we should check town hall or
something, see if we can't find any paperwork or census stuff.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You know something I've noticed
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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when people have told you all they
know, and you keep threatening them
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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They don't say "What you want with
me."?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Usually that's how people respond to
torture while they are resisting.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Just an observation
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 11 + 9 = 20
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Owner:
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What else do you want to know?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Everything! About! This Building1
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 15 + 9 = 24
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Owner:
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It's just some cruddy bar! What do you
want to know?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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What happened here!
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Owner:
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I didn't ask...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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He is useless.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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A useless excuse of a daemon
worshipper.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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turn him into Ordos.
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 4 + 9 = 13
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DM:
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He silently accepts his fate
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Not to take the wind out of your
sails, but did he say anything about being a daemon worshiper?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*whisper* I waas taking a shot in the
dark, I have nothing.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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this was a dead end.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Damn it!
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*punch wall*
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Constance Stendatem:
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You can go. But pray you haven't
forgotten to tell us anything.
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DM:
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I will need to end session here.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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LIES THERE WAS NO DUNGEON
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I was so sure!
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
argh!
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