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Chris:
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put me in as a dm for some reason
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DM:
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your token is out of date; the most
recent version deleted itself
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Chris:
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did i level up to 4?
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Chris:
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if not, this should still be accurate,
just probably with more hp
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DM:
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naw, you are still three I think
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Chris:
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actually, i think i fully healed
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Inspector Goodfellow has connected.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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haHA
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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lol no
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I did find someone who may be able to
help
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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so maybe next time?
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Chris:
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hope springs eternal
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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myess
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DM:
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who knows the awsome knowledge?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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someone up here who is a CS major and
uses this program successfully
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Adam has connected.
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DM:
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but... I'm a CS major, and I use it
successfully...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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yeah but you aren't HERE
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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and yes, we got it to work
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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as a chat client
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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just a sec I have to move my car.
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DM:
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so you two are fully aware of the tech
change?
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Adam:
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So the whole alternating current plot
point is out the window?
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Chris:
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don't think i was ever told the
minutiae of it, but we're civil war era so probably 1-round base
reload for guns
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DM:
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The Macharians are now 1890s in
science, 1860s in weapons technology
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DM:
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It's been decided that guns aren't
that important to a society that never fights tradional wars
against other mortals
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DM:
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they need creative solutions to their
enviorment
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Adam:
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What about hand cannons?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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yeah do they have revolvers?
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DM:
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Revolvers do exsist, but none of you
have acsess to them. They are still pretty new
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DM:
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All of your firearms work like before,
but require a full-round action to reload
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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and singleshot?
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DM:
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Again, any re-specing you want to do
is totally ok
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Ok, time to main a stick I found on
the ground.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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nah, when we get to a revolver I'll
take it.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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with penalties I'm sure but I'm to
lazy to respec atm
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DM:
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No, if you get your hands on a
revolver you can use it just like a normal pistol
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DM:
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Anyhow, who is ready to continue?
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DM:
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Adam, was that an i or an L?
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DM:
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We continue where we left off
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DM:
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Where you had just let the owner
leave, remember?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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chris can I screenshare?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Ok in character now unless I use
parenthesis
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I may
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(i may)
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DM:
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Google +: they threw so many features
on it, you can now use it for anything except social networking
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DM:
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Yeah, untill it changed my Youtube
comments to using my real name...
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DM:
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but anyhow, can we start this?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Well... I'm stumped
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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WHich is legitimately surprising since
I'm usually quite good at this.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I'm Zachary Olivos since I can't find
you)
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Chris:
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i am almost in full 'fuck this' mode
with regards to google+
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DM:
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What is Adam trying to do with it?
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Chris:
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or rather use voicechat
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DM:
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you could just use skype
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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yup
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Chris:
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thats what im sayin
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Adam:
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you cant screenshare in a group call
with skype.
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DM:
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true, but you can see the map, Adam
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I can't
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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but I'm going off of chris'
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Adam:
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yeah, you just gotta join our google+
call.
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Chris:
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google+would probably be better but
this works perfectly fine
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Adam:
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alright. works for me.
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Inspector Goodfellow is disconnected.
Inspector Goodfellow is disconnected.
Inspector Goodfellow has connected.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Any ideas on what to do
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Where does our last clue lead?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Down the street.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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though I'd suggest we search the bar
more thoroughly
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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excuse me
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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tavern
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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sounds right up your alley.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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As much as I wish that were one of my
character flaws, I don't drink on the job
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*I enter the tavern*
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*gather information /roll 1d20
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 => 20
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DM:
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alright, what exactly are you asking
about?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Uh... whatever progresses the plot?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'm letting Pelor take the wheel of my
dialogue options
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DM:
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Come on guys. I put the effort in to
make a plot that isn't a straight line, and all you do is this?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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ok fine...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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uh...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I honestly don't know how to move
forward is all)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(do you know how long it's been since
we had a session? can hardly remember jack)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(any suggestions)
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DM:
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Ok, in review of what you know:
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DM:
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A bomb has been placed on the train
Ignatious was riding on. Constance said that she had been told it
was a murder plot, and possibly cult related.
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DM:
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The ordos manoustra detected daemonic
wards on Ignatious and Keyvn, but not on constance.
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DM:
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A copy of the compendium was found in
a box owned by ignatious, containing two letters.
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DM:
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One was adressed to his father,
suggesting he come to this address.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Ok, I'm going to ask about that demon
lord that owned the building
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I remember that
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DM:
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You mean the daemon that the owner
bought it from?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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yeah
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I thouht you were serious
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'll ask if anyhing unusual has
happened around town
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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cult activity etc
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DM:
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Someone has heard rumors about a
suspicious gathering occuring tomorrow night, but they don't seem
to know any other details
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Is there anything connecting that to
this case?
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DM:
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That's your job, inspector
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I share my information with the group)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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what do you all think?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Beats trekking all the way off to Fort
Highpeak.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Are you sure Constance?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I know that your ex-husband was
important to you
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Constance Stendatem:
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Highpeak's a long journey, and
whatever happened to him may involve facing daemons ourselves,
which I'm in no hurry to do.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I *would* like to have a word with him
eventually.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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And fighting daemons seems like a nice
way to blow off some steam.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Besides, Highpeak will (probably)
still be there a few days from now. We may only ge tone chance at
this lead.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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You're right about that.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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We'll have to do something to kill
time until then, though.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I can ask about staying at the tavern
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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the owner may just be scared enough of
us to let us stay
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DM:
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you had already checked into a hotel
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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wait
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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no that is an awful idea
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I want to stay the night in the tavern
though
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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\Yeah, we already checked into the
hotel.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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in my experience, occasionally
daemonic activity becomes stronger at night
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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you all can go back to the inn.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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If you so wish that is.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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divide and conquer, I suppose.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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i will stay and... see what happens
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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this house has played a role in
unnatural arts before
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'm reluctant to dismiss it entirely.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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have a good night you two
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Oh. I think we will.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes, see, I didn't need to...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*sigh
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Constance Stendatem:
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Ahem.
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DM:
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alright then, you part ways?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I think so
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(yup.)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(aye)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(yup)
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DM:
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ok, you two lovebirds go find a
building to make the hotel, at least two blocks away
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DM:
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put your tokens there
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I'd like to make it a character
choice that every time I forget to put my out of character stuff
in parenthesis Goodfellow just announces things to himself)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(YES)
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DM:
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So how do you go about staying at the
tavern?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I get jovial with the bar regulars
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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or try to
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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screw sitting in the corner sketchily
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Constance Stendatem:
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(brb)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(though I use sleight of hanbd to
water down my alcohol)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(And yes, I announced that by accident)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Fortunately I'm still outside)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I enter and do that)
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DM:
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The bar's events seem to go on
unaltered, but the owner is no longer here. The singer glances at
you often through the night
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DM:
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Do you stay untill closing?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes, but I eye the singer as well
subtly
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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also using sense motive
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 2 => 5 + 2 = 7
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DM:
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are you still attempting to mingle?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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yes
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I announced all of this)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Well, let's cheat and say I mumbled)
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DM:
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make a bluff check at a -4 to be subtle
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Constance Stendatem:
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(back)
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 1 + 7 = 8
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Patron:
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Hey, are you Inspecter Goodfellow?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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No, You aren't the first person to ask
me that. Who is he?
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 7 => 3 + 7 = 10
* DM rolls: 1d20-1 => 17 - 1 = 16
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Patron:
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Stop trying to lie to me, you are that
guy!
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Ma'am, I don't know what you are
talking about
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DM:
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She gives you a disbeliving look.
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Patron:
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What, are you "under cover"?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Excuse me fellows.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*I leave the bar with the lady*
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I announced that as well)
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DM:
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make a charisma check to leave with a
girl after two sentances
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(NOT THAT WAY)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(lol)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I go outside with her)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Ma'am, how do you know me?
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Patron:
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Your face was in the newspaper the
other day. You are quite famous, you know.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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For what?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I didn't do anything yesterday
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Sigh,
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I knew I should have trained in
disguise more.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I actually SAY sigh I guess...)
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Patron:
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Sorry, should I just pretend I didn't
recognise you?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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well it is a bit late for THAT.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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It is alright. Don't worry about it, I
was done here anyway
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Patron:
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Ok.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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well
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Can I ask you a question?
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Patron:
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Sure.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Have you heard anything about a
meeting tomorrow?
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Patron:
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Meeting of what?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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That's just it.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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No one seems to know.
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Patron:
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Sorry inspector
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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it is alright
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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be safe now, do you hear?
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Patron:
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Ok,
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(as soon as she leaves I try to
disguise myself)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I curse, and head back to the hotel)
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DM:
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Meanwhile, in the hotel nothing
happens, but if you guys want to RP, feel free.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I stop at the door to our room, and
listen to see if I'm sexiled)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(We make passionate love all over the
hotel room.)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Oh you asshole)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Well, I guess I'm going to sleep in
the common room.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(And I just announced that)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(whoops_
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(All. Over. The hotel room.)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Not my TOOTHBRUSH!)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(Especially your toothbrush.)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(NOOOOO)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(anyway.)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I try to disguise myself
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 => 5
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DM:
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You only roll once someone tries to
see though it
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I also wear my cloak over my face
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(And announced)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Best quirk I unintentionally made)
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DM:
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So much for a straght faced game...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(sorry, i just mumbled it)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(even shakespeare has comedic relief.)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(is it still night?)
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DM:
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It's still about 11:00pm, unless we
are skipping untill after the sex
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DM:
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In which case, it's 11:03
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(OOOOOOOH)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(buurrn)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I go around the tavern again around
midnight)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Actually)
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DM:
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Just curious, are you not here, Chris,
or are you just avoiding this?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(at midnight exactly)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(latter)
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DM:
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You return to the tavern, to find that
the singer is now serving the drinks
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DM:
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make your disguise check
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20+2 => 9 + 2 = 11
* DM rolls: 1d20+1 => 16 + 1 = 17
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I also have my cloak over my face
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DM:
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The room is the same as it was before,
with a few less patrons. The night is winding down here, and you
can feel the energy fading
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Does disguise change my voice too?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Or would that be something different)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Each time or just the first?)
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DM:
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Each time. Voice disguise is not easy
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Ok)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Could I get an ale?
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 16 + 7 = 23
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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bluff
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Boo Yah
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Signer:
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Sure. 15 cents.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Announced. FUCK)
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DM:
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Also, the macharians use a dollor
system. 1gp=1 dollar
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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here you go, sir.
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 4 + 7 = 11
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Signer:
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Thank you. Enjoy your night.
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 8 + 7 = 15
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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"any good tales tonight?"
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Signer:
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I'm not a story teller.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Excuse me, did anything interesting
happen?
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 15 + 7 = 22
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DM:
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He looks at you with a deep mistrust,
and shakes his head slowly.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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What's your problem, boy?
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 7 + 7 = 14
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Signer:
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Nothing, officer.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You think you are clever don't you?
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 15 + 7 = 22
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Signer:
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Look, I don't know what happened to
Clark, and I don't want to know. But I didn't do anything wrong.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Oh, is that why you were mad at me?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Clark is fine. He's
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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somewhere?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Point is I didn't do anything to him.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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He's very easily frightened though
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I guess I have an intimidating
presence or something
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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sorry.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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When he gets back could you give him
this money from me?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(leave a silver)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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along with my deepest apologies.
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Signer:
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Ok.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You had an excellent voice earlier
tonight
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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well
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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and now
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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but you know what I mean
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Signer:
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Ok.
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +2 => 1 + 2 = 3
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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sense motive
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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is a difficult trait to develop
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I have a keen sense of people
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DM:
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He's moody, but he isn't lieing
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Signer:
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What do you want?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I want to know what happened here, and
if there is anything unusual about this tavern.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You work here, and if you need my help
for anything
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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well, I'm good at fixing things
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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and I feel bad about Clark
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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so let me do you a favor?
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Signer:
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I'd rather stay out of trouble,
officer.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Well, goodbye then Signer.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Is that his name, or was it a typo.
If the latter, sorry.)
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DM:
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No, that's just all you know him as.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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oh ok
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes I'm leaving now!
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Goodbye
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DM:
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Any other late-night shnanigins?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(evidently we're boring)
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DM:
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I gave you two a chance to RP, and you
turned it down
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Constance Stendatem:
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(we'll probably do so once our plots
porgress a little)
|
|
DM:
|
I just want to know if anyone does
anything before morning
|
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Nope
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(negative)
|
|
DM:
|
it's next morning. What do you guys do?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I'm going to get some breakfast. want
anything?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Some not-yak bacon would be nice.
|
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
*Mmf*bagell
|
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DM:
|
Not much besides yak grows in the north
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(of all the things to remember)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I'll see what I can find.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(does this hotel have a kitchen or
will I need to go to a market?)
|
|
DM:
|
No, you will need to go to the market.
It's not that great a hotel
|
|
DM:
|
this is a small village, after all
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(cool)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
( I do that.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
)
|
|
DM:
|
Do you two wait around?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
nope
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(let's stalk him on his way to market.
why not?)
|
|
DM:
|
because stalking is weird?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(bah)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
yeah I'll let someone else have an
adventure I was out late getting nowhere on the case
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I think I might be bad luck
|
|
DM:
|
actually, you guys get the fun bit
this time (sorry Adam)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(l)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(k)
|
|
DM:
|
You are waiting around in your hotel
room when you here a knock on the door.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
wait
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
*check under the door with a mirror
|
|
DM:
|
Did you get a mirror when you bought
equipment?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(mutters) Let me guess, another
mysterious telegram.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
yup
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
small steel mirror
|
|
DM:
|
You see the lower half of an armored
man.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(whispers) What do you see?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
*whisper* The lower half of an armored
man. suit up quietly and pretend to be afraid of opening the door.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(grab my rifle)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(slip into my chainshirt)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(etc.)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(I grab my pistol and rapier. I put
the rapier on my belt.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(and hide the pistol behind my back
wehn I open the door)
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Good morning.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Oh!
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Oh. I thought you were someone else.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
And I you. What is this I hear about
an arrest at a nightclub?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
There was no arrest.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
A small miscommunication maybe.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Hmm?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
and that wasn't a nightclub
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I...
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
may have...
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
intimidated a suspicious character.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
And then said character may have run.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
And then said character gave us
relevant information.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
...kind of
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
About what, may I ask?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
a case I'm working on.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
PI's have a code about this sort of
thing.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
rest assured, it is in keeping with
the Ordos tenets
|
|
DM:
|
Ignatious returns at this time
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
That I can attest to.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Well, do you have a code about not
scaring your butler witless?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I don't have a butler
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I WISH I had a butler.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Well, I can assure you he was quick to
assume the worst over these two days.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Good man though.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Oops.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
YOUR butler
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
he has food right?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
or money to buy food?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
wait what am I saying
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Yes. We went shopping together and
everything. He was afraid the worms would get him.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
well, give him my best.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
I have a hard time picturing that.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Oh, hello, officer.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Good morning.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Is there a problem?
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Just came for a checkup
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
oh, very well.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I do apologize for vanishing like that.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
we kind of got swept up in the moment.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
You certainly found us quickly!
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
You couldn't have gone far, could you?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
We could have hopped a train to the
other side of our territory by now.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Ahh, but then I wouldn't have heard
this little rumor about an arrest here, would I?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Rumors travel quickly
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
When it's your job to spot them, of
course they do.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Yet, as we've said, there was no
arrest.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Good to hear. I suppose there is no
mess to clean up then.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Nope.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(*whistles awkwardly)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
And let's keep it that way.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Seriously this guys like a fourth
wheel)
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Any news about your case, inspector?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Not really
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
It's been very dry to be honest.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'm usually quite good at this. I must
be getting old.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
You don't get to say you are old
untill your my age.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Well, anything else?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Nope. Have a nice day.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Good day.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
How well do you know that officer>
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Not well at all. And frankly, I'm not
sure I trust him. He seems almost like he's hiding something.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Just a moment.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I go to follow him)
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 4 + 9 = 13
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I got breakfast.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(move silently
|
|
DM:
|
how you like dem eggs?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(i have a bad feeling about this)
|
|
DM:
|
Septum is walking down the street
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I follow discreetly
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(announced)
|
|
DM:
|
Ok, I'm not playing allong with that,
you are messing up too much
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(No, but maybe I'm just dramatic)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(It's okay though, just when it makes
sense)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Sometimes ignore, sometimes don't)
|
|
DM:
|
Sorry, nobody stalks someone while
shouting, "I follow Discreetly!"
|
|
DM:
|
You don't get very far before a
villager approaches him
|
|
Butler:
|
Sir, are you Ordos?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I don't yell it but I may whisper it
to myself)
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Yes, why?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Well, this is interesting...
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(whispered)
|
|
|
Butler:
|
A Xenos has wandered into town.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
It just, walked in?
|
|
|
Butler:
|
He sir, and yes. He seems... confused
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Please tell me you didn't approach it
|
|
|
Butler:
|
I didn't, but some kids-
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Let's move!
|
|
|
Butler:
|
I'll lead.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
*I follow*
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Yak bacon again?
|
|
DM:
|
you want to RP the yak bacon?
|
|
DM:
|
I mean, I won't stop you...
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(that was just kind of a
'meanwhile...' thing)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Can I throw my acid flask at the
window of the hotel to get their attention or are we too far away?)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(or a rock)
|
|
DM:
|
You went around the corner, so you
could have attempted it them
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(for what?)
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 => 19
|
DM:
|
the window has AC5, but it's a -4
improv penalty, and 2 increments away
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
+dex
|
|
DM:
|
but you still hit the window
|
|
DM:
|
ok, you two hear a thunk
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Hm?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(I look out the window for the cause)
|
|
DM:
|
You see a figure dash out of your sight
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
*waving hands, finger to lips, waving
down/follow sign*
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Looks like it's adventure time again.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Oh boy.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(If only they'd let my show them hand
signals)
|
|
DM:
|
Sadly, you quickly lose the group (you
have to get outside first), but you will find your way to the
commotion eventually
|
|
DM:
|
back to the inspector
|
|
DM:
|
The Xenos is not exactly what you
expected. He is a stocky man, about 5'6" tall, in tattered
clothing weilding a greataxe. He sports an untamed mess of facial
hair, and seems shocked. He stands by two children and an old
lady, all of whom seem mearly curious at this sight.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Speak, Xenos!
|
|
DM:
|
The stranger mutters in a forign tounge
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Who are you?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Do I recognize the language?)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(OK)
|
|
Stranger:
|
I to... I, too have been saved by the
wishmaster.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
You what?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I ready my flask of acid)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(If only I had a pistol istead of a
giant rifle I could discreetly ready)
|
|
DM:
|
pistols are still in the game, they
are just mostly single-shot
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Yeah, but I don't have one)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I bought just a rifle, not thinking
about size, etc)
|
|
|
Stranger:
|
There, you will be saved
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Contact the local police. Stay away
from this one for your own safety.
|
|
DM:
|
at this point, the other players show
up
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I discreetly watch to see what Septim
will do)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(I ready my pistol and line up a shot,
but do not act)
|
|
DM:
|
who are you aiming at?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(xeno)
|
|
|
Stranger:
|
Fear not, you are saved!
|
|
DM:
|
the Xenos clutches his head, as if he
had a headache
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Oh SHIT)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(whisper) Doesn't look like he wants
to fight.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Oh SHIT
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
*whispered*
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(either he's about to cast, or
something REALLY bad is about to happen)
|
Adam is disconnected.
Adam has connected.
|
DM:
|
Septum mearly stands and watches, one
hand on each of his weapons
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Septum, I've got your back.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(step out with my rifle ready)
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
What the?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Heard the commotion.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Should have known you'd be here first
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 + 4 => 20 + 4 = 24
* DM rolls: 1d20+3 => 20 + 3 = 23
* DM rolls: 1d20+1 => 11 + 1 = 12
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
HAHA
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 2 + 3 = 5
* Chris rolls: 1d20+2 => 15 + 2 = 17
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I shoot at his leg.
|
|
DM:
|
are you screensharing
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
oh I can't see
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'll move to the corner
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
and then shoot at his leg
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
ok double move I guess
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
unless I can throw caltrops
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
but he's way too far
|
|
DM:
|
You don't throw them as much as you
drop them
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Stop him!
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Hey I double moved as close to him as
I could get
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
not just to the corner
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(brb)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(back)
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(double move
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Shoot his leg now?
|
|
DM:
|
ok. We don't have rules for that though
|
|
DM:
|
we have been working on them for years
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
hmmm...
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
3/4 movement on hit, 1/2 on crit?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
= damage
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
- to hit
|
|
DM:
|
-8 to hit a moving leg
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
thats me making them up
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'm moving as close as I can first
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +4 => 2 + 4 = 6
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
FUCK
|
|
DM:
|
you put a hole in the wall behind him
instead
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
dammit
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(done)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
sry
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'll move as close as I can and reload
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
fine I'll move as close as I can and
throw my acid flask, yelling "Take cover!"
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 14 + 7 = 21
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
bluff
|
|
DM:
|
wait, are you pretending to throw it?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Oh I was confused about how far as he
was
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'm trying to scare the guy into
thinking it is more than just a mild acid
|
|
DM:
|
it's 8 increments away as well, too
far for a successful throw
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
no but thats what I meant
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I didn't see how far he was.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'll double move instead
|
|
DM:
|
the Xenos double moves
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
I'll never catch him!
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
What do you want us to do, Septum?
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
I don't know
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(well shit, i can only double move)
|
|
DM:
|
alright, well he gets a full run
action on next turn, so you lost the guy
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Who was that?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Beats me.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Not a bloody clue.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Well, I can't let it go free...
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
And you can't catch it, either.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
*Yelling obscenities in the distance*
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I am so sick of this town
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
All people do is run
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'm as cowardly as the next fellow
but... ARGH
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Speaking of you, how did you get here
so fast?
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Weren't you all just eating?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
About to, anyway.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
I don't much care for yak bacon.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
commotion
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
heard about a Xenos
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
as you know, relevant to my cases
generally
|
* Chris rolls: 1d20+10 => 7 + 10 = 17
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +7 => 8 + 7 = 15
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Well, I have my buisness to attend to.
|
|
|
Officer Septum:
|
Good day.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
Back to yak bacon, I guess. :\
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Screw that
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'll be damned if I'm letting him get
away.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
come on
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
We're catching him how?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
We have horses.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Yes
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
and people notice Xeni
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
HEY
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
YOU AT THE WINDOWS
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
WHERE'D HE GO
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Thank you!
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(sure)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
first, I'm purchasing a hand-axe
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
or something
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
what can I get in this small town
|
|
DM:
|
you can buy any mundane weapon here
|
|
DM:
|
nothing wrong with a brace of pistols
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'm not trained in hand axes though
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
may do that.
|
|
DM:
|
if only you had the money...
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
do they have revolvers?
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(knives. get knives.)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'll trade in bessie
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(that's my rifle)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
for two pistols.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
plus I'm famous, that adds value to it.
|
|
DM:
|
Just be aware that all the time you
spend shopping is time for the trail to grow cold
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
god darn it
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
just knives
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
knives all around
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I have 5 gp
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I can get two
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
and I do
|
|
DM:
|
anything else before you ride off?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'm good.
|
|
|
Constance Stendatem:
|
(AWAY!)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(atiel)
|
|
DM:
|
are you doing anything?
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(sorry)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(no, I'm good.)
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DM:
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As you ride out, it isn't long before
you encounter several figures in the distance
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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what do they look like
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I can't exactly move silently on a
horse
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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so yes, we do
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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and try to catch them quickly
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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or at least I do
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DM:
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As you approach them, they duck into
the hills, doing the best they can to elude you
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I stop, and Alan Quartermaine that shit
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Take my time, and take twenty on my
shot?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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unless I have a limited time to fire
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'm imagining a large plain which it
actually isn't
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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god damn it
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Fine
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +4 => 12 + 4 = 16
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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of course
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Why?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Keep chasing I guess?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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this is the general direction that the
Xenos ran, and we have literally NO other leads other than the fort
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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which is farther away
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DM:
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You have several leads by now, just
sayin, but anyhow...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, break out your carrots and let's
run these guys down.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Just don't take fences at an angle
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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the horse won't jump then
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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personal experience
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DM:
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It takes the better part of the day to
track the figures down, in a small clearing where they seem to be
gathering.
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DM:
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As you approach, they look at you with
fright
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Hello.
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DM:
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One shouts to you, asking what purpose
you come for
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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a trade
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DM:
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They look at each other, and accept you
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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DId one of y- us come in to town?
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DM:
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They seem confused at your question
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DM:
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suddenly, a man steps out from a small
cave and announces, "It's time, come on in"
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Turn to the others)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*whispers* play along
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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This is... actually something
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Constance Stendatem:
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Well, let's go.
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DM:
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Ok, this is our stopping point for
dinner, resume at 6:00 on the laptop?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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yup sounds good
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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l
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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kk
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