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DM:
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This is the third time I mad this map
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Inspector Goodfellow has connected.
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DM:
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Alright, from where we left off
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DM:
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The people are mostly casually
wandering around, nibbling on food. Some look confused, others
bored.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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WHat about the building?
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DM:
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The building is made of brick, about
200 ft to a side, and only seems to have one door
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I feel the door.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(for heat)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(or anything really)
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DM:
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The doorway is open, actually
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DM:
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There are several people, and many
tables inside
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DM:
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The tables are full of all sorts of
food
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Do I recognize anyone in there?
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DM:
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No, but you recognise someone near the
door
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DM:
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He hired you for a case once
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(What is his name)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Or do I not remember)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Ok.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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"Where am I?"
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Old Client:
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Inspecter Goodfellow?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes. How do you know my name?
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 7 + 9 = 16
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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bulff
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* DM rolls: 1d2001 => 818
* DM rolls: 1d20-1 => 17 - 1 = 16
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Old Client:
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Didn't I hire you once?
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Old Client:
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Weren't you a daemon hunter?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes... I was...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Where are we?
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Woman 10:
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You're in the wishmaster's paradise.
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Woman 10:
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It's your reward for serving her.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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What?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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But I.. I didn't
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Old Client:
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Don't give me that crap. You clearly
are just like the rest of us.
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Woman 10:
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If you didn't serve the wishmaster,
how are you here?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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No, I didn't serve her. I openly
rebelled. How can I be in paradise when I don't belong.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Has it ever happened before?
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Follower:
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Goodfellow! Iggy!
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Follower:
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Remember me?
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DM:
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This was the guy that got eaten by the
dolphin squid...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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What, where is Iggy?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I'm right here.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Damn it I told you to hide* I say in
a look)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(bluff check. ha.)
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Follower:
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Did you two die on the way to Fort
Highpeak?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes.
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Follower:
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Shame. I know it must have been
magnificent...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes, that is one way to describe it.
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Follower:
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Did you see it?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I think I may have previously.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Is there any way out?
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Old Client:
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Of here?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes, or the afterlife.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I am pretty positive they need us.
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Old Client:
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I'm sure the wishmaster wants you
right here.
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Old Client:
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Come on, sit down and eat with us.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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No thank you.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I know enough vague myths to know
eating in the afterlife is generally a bad idea.
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Man :
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You two are going to have to get a
little more comfortible here...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Oh, I'm quite comfortable here.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I just like standing.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'm also not hungry.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*sits*
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Old Client:
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How about you, new guy?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(Can I even feel hunger?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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)
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DM:
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it's not a sensation of being
starving, but the stuff on the tables does look yummy still
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I'll pass.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Though it does look tempting.
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Old Client:
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Suit yourselves
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Follower:
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It really is great here. We have our
own lake, beaches...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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But you don't have drive.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I've worked all my life.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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And I don't want to spend death in
retirement.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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How can I serve anyone's will from off
the board.
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Woman 6:
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Well, you serve the wishmaster by
enjoying yourself. If she wanted more from us, she would just ask.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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It doesn't matter what she wants. We
should try to serve her will.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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and we can't from here.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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we can't give back.
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Follower:
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We did our jobs.
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Follower:
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Calm down, really.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You did,
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I didn't.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'm not excited.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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\bluff
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 19 + 3 = 22
* DM rolls: 1d20-1 => 18 - 1 = 17
* DM rolls: 1d20-1 => 4 - 1 = 3
* DM rolls: 1d20-1 => 19 - 1 = 18
* DM rolls: 1d20-1 => 20 - 1 = 19
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 10 + 9 = 19
* DM rolls: 1d20-1 => 3 - 1 = 2
* DM rolls: 1d20-1 => 15 - 1 = 14
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(suck it)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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lol
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Old Client:
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Give the men time. They will settle
down...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Complacency is not something I can
abide.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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There must be a way back.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(secret message to Goodfellow) I don't
think they are going to be of any use to us. We'd best try another
way.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I agree, but let me just try one more
thing to be sure.)
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Woman 9:
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Look, if there were a way out, Kinal
would have found it. He was furious about being here for the whole
first year!
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Man :
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Hey, I wasn't that bad...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Kinal.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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thank you for your time.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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*leave the building.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Kinal? May I have a word?
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Kinal:
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Go ahead, noob.
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Kinal:
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Ahh, you mean outside...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I guess so. Dang lag.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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How long have you been here?
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Kinal:
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About five years, why?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Because not too long ago I found a
letter from you addressed to a woman you may remember by the name
of Constance.
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Kinal:
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Constance? Why were you reading her
mail?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, she showed it to me. A man
sending words from beyond the grave is not something do brush
aside.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Did you have anything to do with the
delivery of that letter?
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Kinal:
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Well, I certainly wrote her a good
deal of letters. How old was it?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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It had no date written on it
specifically. Although, she said it was from long ago. It was
heraled by curiously behaved worms, if that means anything to you.
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Kinal:
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Worms?
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Kinal:
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Like, Whisper and Echo?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Precisely like Whisper and Echo.
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Kinal:
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Yeah, I remember those bastards. Got
me locked up in here in the first place.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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well so far, you're the only one we've
found who has attempted anything like escape. If there's anyone
who might know a way out, it'd be you.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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If you have any knowledge to share, it
would be greatly appreciated.
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Kinal:
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Yeah, I know we're trapped...
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Kinal:
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The Wishmaster uses this place as some
kind of battery, where she draws energy from the souls in here.
Problem is, it doesn't take long of being in a box to lose any
spirit in ya.
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Kinal:
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That's what all this food and sunshine
is for; She tries to keep the people here lively for as long as
possible.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I know what I have to do.
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Kinal:
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Yes, Inspecter?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Do I still have my rifle?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Can I kill souls?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Where are we?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(In relation to the others.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(The other people)
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DM:
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You are near the middle of the island,
and people are scattered all around. Not the best place to start a
mass shooting, not the worst.
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DM:
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I am assuming that's your plan?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Maybe...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Kinal.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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There is no way out, and the people's
souls power the wishmaster.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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what happens when they are used up?
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Kinal:
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They don't really get "used up". The
wishmaster is already running off your soul now, but you don't get
drained. It's just that people can't stand this place forever, no
matter how nice she makes it.
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Kinal:
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Try to find someone on this side of
the island who's been dead for more than ten years
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Hmm.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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What happens to them after they can't
stand it?
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Kinal:
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Depends. Some just go nuts, some jump
in the water and just float there, others just lie down and don't
bother getting back up. When it happens, we just dump them on the
south island so we don't have to see all the gloom. No point
shortening our enjoyment.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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But they are still alive?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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The wishmaster is still feeding on
them,
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Kinal:
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Yes, but they aren't really worth much
to her anymore. They are just vegtibles.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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But they still power her.
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Kinal:
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I don't think so. Otherwise why would
she need to keep getting new followers?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Are there any people close to the edge?
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Kinal:
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I'm sure there are somewhere...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Thank you Kinal.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Ignatius walk with me.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(If I've learned anything from the
truman show...)
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DM:
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Ok, but you have to say the line...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I think we should find a boat.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You do.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I have to do something here.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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What's that?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I can't say it.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You don't belong here. try to get off
the island. I'll help you with the construction.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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And if you get back, see if you can
get me.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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How would I do that?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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The world is bigger than we know.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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And if I've learned anything, it is
that nothing is impossible.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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The Wishmaster can bring people back
from the dead, which means it can be done.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'll help as much as I can from this
side.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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If we can find a way out for me, could
you not join me?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Not until I've done all I can.
Besides, she does own me
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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It is unlikely that I will be able to
escape.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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You, she has no real claim to.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Your soul must have been caught up in
the wake of mine on its way to the afterlife if I had to guess.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I can help from here, and I will as
long as possible.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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that said, it will take a while for
you to save me anyway I assume.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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so I may as well do what I know I can.
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DM:
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a small crowd starts to gather
around...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes?
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Young Man 21:
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Nothin. Just watchin'
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Do any of you want to leave the island?
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Woman:
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Yeah, come back for us when you find
the way out.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Well, I wouldn't trust the same way to
work twice.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, let's get to work.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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If you want to, you'd best follow and
help my friend.
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Young Man 21:
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It's not that hard to just swim to the
wall, you know.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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It is in this armor.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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And who knows what lies beyond the
wall.
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Young Man 21:
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Then just walk on the bottom of the
sea. You can't drown anymore.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Yes?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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oh yeah.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(soo can I like take 20 on a swim
check in this scenario?)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I'll swim around the wall looking for
a door or something.
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DM:
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you see nothing but a solid grey
surface
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I'll attack the wall.)
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DM:
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Your weapon floats right through it,
but you don't
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, that's no good.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(are there any sea critters?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Any giant ones?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I can't tell you what I plan, but I
want to try something.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I kill a bunch of fish)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I strap them all over his body.
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Young Man 21:
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Yeah! Kill those fish!
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I don't think this will work...
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Woman 37:
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Uhh....
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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SSh!
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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at least we are trying something.
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Young Man 23:
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I've seen enough henti to know where
this is going...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I guess you can't pass through the
wall, but we have to keep trying.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(PS Can I level from killing fish?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Damn, I want to take a level in
wizard)
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DM:
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you would need a place to study anyhow
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Can I level at all in the afterlife?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Photographic memory and my books?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Nah never mind)
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DM:
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Back to the fish-suit...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Shut up.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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If this works you'll all feel stupid.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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Fishgy, try to go through/
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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( I try.)
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Woman 37:
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Nice one! Props for that.
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DM:
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the fish go through, but you don't
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Figured as much.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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We'll need a bigger fish
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Woman 37:
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I don't always try to walk through
walls, but when I do, I wear a bunch of dead fish.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I think the same thing will happen
with a bigger fish.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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you know what, your off the rescue
team!
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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part of the problem is we are talking
about our plans I think
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Young Man 21:
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Use hand signals!
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Woman 37:
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And by the way, it's "you're"
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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you have no way of knowing what I said
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I think you ARE an imposter.
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Woman 37:
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Maybe I am.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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\sense motive?
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* DM rolls: 1d20+? => 19
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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1d20+2
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +2 => 10 + 2 = 12
* Adam rolls: 1d20+7 => 14 + 7 = 21
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DM:
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No, she seems to just be going meta
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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well Great.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Maybe there's another way...
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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There must be.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I'm going to walk around the island.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I go to the center and tell Iggy that
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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What's this feature?
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DM:
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got a couple swans in it
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I'll go to the bottom of it.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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()
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(anything interesting?)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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\spellcraft
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* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 18
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(do I notice any magic around the
place?)
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DM:
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it kind of all seems magical
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DM:
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On this island, the people seem
different
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DM:
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Most don't even look at you.
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DM:
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They just... stare off
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DM:
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Some are laying in the water. Not
drowning, just floating.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(take 20 to search for anything
cluelike)
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DM:
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but make a spot check
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 2 + 3 = 5
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DM:
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ok, you don't see anything
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(inspector?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(not with you)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(I'm at the center)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(right?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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( No that's what I said way back when
we went)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(should I roll?)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(fine)
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* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 3 + 9 = 12
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DM:
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What are you doing in the center?
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(Looking for a way out)
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(For Iggy)
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DM:
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ok, you just find grass and a few
trees and some more people
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(if you want me yell for me)
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DM:
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Adam, make another spot check
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 17 + 3 = 20
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DM:
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You see your father, sitting on the
edge of the peninsula of the south island.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Father?
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Ignatious' Father:
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Who...
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Ignatious' Father:
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Son? Ignatious?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Aye.
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Ignatious' Father:
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You are a man now...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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And you are an old one.
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Ignatious' Father:
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I was not too much younger when I
died...
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Ignatious' Father:
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Why are you here?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I died, apparently.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I'm not sure why I'm here here. I was
following another who has business with this wishmaster character.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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One I'm sure you are familiar with.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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The wishmaster, that is.
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Ignatious' Father:
|
I... I remember why you are here now...
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Ignatious' Father:
|
Did you get the letter I sent you?
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Ignatious' Father:
|
Left for you?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I did. Rather recently in fact. I'm
afraid it made little difference.
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Ignatious' Father:
|
How... how was your life, son?
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Calm. Until one fateful day I tried to
take a vacation, and was nearly blown up.
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
We can catch up later, I'm afraid. I
have a pregnant wife who needs me.
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Ignatious' Father:
|
A wife? You were married?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Yes. And I left her in great danger. A
danger so great, I ended up here.
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Ignatious' Father:
|
You aren't here because of that, my
child, you are here because of me.
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Ignatious' Father:
|
I knew the Wishmaster.
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Ignatious' Father:
|
I wished to be the proud father of a
great family line. People who wouln't just be worthless factory
workers.
|
Adam is disconnected.
Inspector Goodfellow is disconnected.
Inspector Goodfellow has connected.
Adam has connected.
|
DM:
|
what was the last line you guys got?
|
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Adam:
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(I knew the wishmaster.)
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DM:
|
ok, resume from there
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
What do you mean you knew the
wishmaster?
|
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Ignatious' Father:
|
She makes dark pacts with people. She
lies to us.
|
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Ignatious' Father:
|
I made a wish for her to grant...
|
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Ignatious' Father:
|
I wished to be the proud father of a
great family line. People who wouln't just be worthless factory
workers.
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Well, I suppose that means Constace is
safe until she gives birth...
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Ignatious' Father:
|
The baby caries the curse also.
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I know.
|
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Ignatious' Father:
|
I have doomed the whole world, son.
The wishmaster will now forever have souls.
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Well, I suppose we'll just have to
break that curse at the source.
|
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Ignatious' Father:
|
Let go of hope. It's useless.
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
With that attitude, perhaps.
|
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Ignatious' Father:
|
Please, just sit by me. It's been so
long since I have felt this alive.
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(yes?)
|
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DM:
|
Do you do or say anything?
|
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Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I'll sit for a bit and think.)
|
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DM:
|
Ok, now to Goodfellow
|
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Young Man 20:
|
You know, if you want to fight the
wishmaster, just do nothing
|
|
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Young Man 20:
|
She gets power from your determination
|
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Ok sorry back)
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +2 => 12 + 2 = 14
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
sense motive
|
* DM rolls: 1d20+? => 17
|
DM:
|
you sense nothing. He belives what he
says
|
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Well, I'm sorry to say I just have to
disagree
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
sitting here doing nothing, that isn't
me.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
And if I really can't find a way
out,then I'll face the cold truth
|
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
but until I know it is truth, I can't
abide it.
|
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Young Man 20:
|
Ok...
|
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
What do I see in the center of the
island
|
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DM:
|
The building is nearby, but other than
that it's a grassy field
|
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Gosh I wish I had magic)
|
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Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Why did I lose Ordos. Okay, if I were
a secret path, where would I be?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Can I secretly dig at all?)
|
|
DM:
|
No, there is no cover
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(probably not)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
okay,
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I go up to the man who spoke to me
earlier.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
quick question, you say people lose
their will?
|
|
|
Young Man 20:
|
Yeah, why?
|
Inspector Goodfellow is disconnected.
Adam is disconnected.
Inspector Goodfellow has connected.
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
does anyone attempt suicide?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I know we are dead already.
|
|
|
Young Man 20:
|
Yeah, doesn't work. Nothing in this
world really hurts you
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
But, the soul is vulnerable.
|
|
|
Young Man 20:
|
How would you kill that?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
...there are ways.
|
Adam has connected.
|
DM:
|
Suddenly, a load noise shakes
everything. Light pours in, and you see a hole has been ripped in
the sky
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(YES)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(IT WORKED)
|
|
DM:
|
Beyond is what apprears to be a very
distant stone wall
|
|
Man 10:
|
What the?!?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
What has he done?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
No!
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
*I run to my belongings*
|
|
DM:
|
you have them oon you
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(roll bluff?)
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +9 => 14 + 9 = 23
|
DM:
|
no one thinks you are lieing
|
|
DM:
|
They are all distracted by the hole
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
What have you done, Goodfellow?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I found a way out.
|
|
DM:
|
The ground begins to tremble...
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Umm... I'm kind of concerned.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Do you trust me?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Not really.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Well, tough luck, here.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I hand him a flask of acid)
|
|
DM:
|
Another hole erupts in the sky
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Hold on to this. Don't do anything
with it, just keep it secret.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
okay...
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I stow it in me bag o holdin)
|
|
|
Young Man 16:
|
The sea level is dropping!
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I dive into the ocean
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
"Iggy, there's a hole!"
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Should I follow you?
|
|
DM:
|
The current pulls you further out, fast
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Yes.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Let's see where this takes us.
|
|
DM:
|
A huge arrow erupts through one of the
sky, and falls into the water
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I'm following)
|
|
DM:
|
where do you swim to?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I look for where the sea is dropping.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Whirlpool, etc.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(lol)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Dohohohohohohoho)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I swim to the arrow then
|
|
DM:
|
The current is very strong now
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 -1 => 6 - 1 = 5
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
lol
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I walk on the bottom?
|
|
DM:
|
the current still pushes you to the
wall
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I'm following as much as I can on
shore.)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(but I guess now it's time to swim)
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20-4 => 6 - 4 = 2
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I expected nothing less.)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(lol none of us can swim, whcih makes
sense)
|
|
DM:
|
you are both violently thrown to the
side
|
|
DM:
|
You see that the wall is somewhat
transparent now
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
TELL ME YOU STILL HAVE THE FISH SUIT
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(jk)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I punch the wall
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I punch it with my sword?)
|
|
DM:
|
the sword still goes through
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
How far away was the arrow?
|
|
DM:
|
you can now see an enourmous room on
the other side
|
|
DM:
|
the arrrow is 725 ft away
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I guess we should go for the arrow
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
though I'm pretty sure what is
happening
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
is that our bottle just broke
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I have no idea what's going on.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
"I think everyone should throw
themselves against this wall now!"
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
also, I think we should try to get
over to the arrow.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Is the current weaker
|
|
DM:
|
you are smushed onto the wall now, but
you can shove your way along
|
|
DM:
|
the current is only getting stronger
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Is the sea still dropping?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I follow the current
|
|
DM:
|
A huge crash shakes the island, and
sends the entire sea sever feat off the ground.
|
|
DM:
|
the current is now random, but the sea
is still draining
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
THere are two holes in the wall below
sea level Ignatius
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
something is going on out there that I
am sure has little to do with my charade, but I think it's time to
follow the current and be swept out.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Just follow the ocean.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Will do.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Is the arrow toward or away from the
current.
|
|
DM:
|
it's in the way, but the way it's
embedded, it's at least 20ft off the ground.
|
|
DM:
|
The sea is mostly gone now
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Grab on to the arrow and climb?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
the sea is almost gone. we won't reach
it's holes
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
climb the arrow?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Iggy, what do you think?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
It's worth a shot.
|
|
DM:
|
Part of the arrow is already on land
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(my climb check is equally bad, though
balance is good.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I have some rope.
|
|
DM:
|
make an attack roll to grab it as you
go by
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
1d20 +4
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 +4 => 5 + 4 = 9
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
fuck
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+8 => 13 + 8 = 21
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
I toss him and end of rope.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
()
|
|
DM:
|
do you have a grappling hook?
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I do
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
no.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
()
|
|
DM:
|
there is no way you had time to tie it
on just now
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
nope
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I swim to shore.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(if that is okay?)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Throw the rope down!
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I do.)
|
|
DM:
|
A small part of the water is still
draining, and it seems that the ground itself is shifting now.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Well, we're tipping over.
|
|
DM:
|
You didn't get on the arrow; you
needed a grappling hook
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Then give it here!
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I tie my hook onto the rope?)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(can I throw it up now?)
|
|
DM:
|
sure, make climb checks
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(aw geez)
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 -1 => 6 - 1 = 5
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 7 + 2 = 9
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I knew I should have worked out more...
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
try again!
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 6 + 2 = 8
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 -1 => 13 - 1 = 12
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 -1 => 1 - 1 = 0
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 18 + 2 = 20
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 -1 => 17 - 1 = 16
|
DM:
|
ok, you get up the first part
|
|
DM:
|
now make a second climb check
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 9 + 2 = 11
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20-1 => 14 - 1 = 13
|
DM:
|
You make no progress, but don't fall
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 -1 => 13 - 1 = 12
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 14 + 2 = 16
|
DM:
|
Adam, make a spot check
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 17 + 3 = 20
|
DM:
|
You look through a tear in the sky,
and you now see that you are very tiny.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(Told you)
|
|
DM:
|
You are in a stone room, with odd
veins and organs lining the walls and ceiling. There is a doorway
at one end to a second room beyond. In that room there is a huge
organ (even on the outside scale), with several funny canisters
under it.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I tie the rope around my wais where I
am.)
|
|
DM:
|
A strange Women is standing just on
your side of the doorway, looking very scared. She casts a spell,
and takes on the appearence of Kinal.
|
|
DM:
|
Suddenly, Constance runs in through
the doorway...
|
|
Woman disguised as Kinal:
|
You have to get out of here
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
CONSTANCE!!
|
|
Constance:
|
Um. What are you doing here?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
IT'S A TRICK!!
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
What's going on!? Iggy, talk to me!
|
|
Woman disguised as Kinal:
|
Does it matter? This place is going to
blow!
|
|
Constance:
|
And how would you know that it's going
to blow?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Constance is out there!
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Go get her! I'll make it up!
|
|
Woman disguised as Kinal:
|
have been the wishmaster's prisoner.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Allow me to help you first.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(Pull him up, I do.)
|
|
Woman disguised as Kinal:
|
She will detenate this place in
revenge!
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+4 => 8 + 4 = 12
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20-1 => 1 - 1 = 0
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(He's not even medium load...)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(good thing I tied myself on)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Again!
|
|
DM:
|
You see Constance reach out for the
imposter, but he/she pushes her away
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+4 => 5 + 4 = 9
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20-1 => 16 - 1 = 15
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(climb)
|
|
Woman disguised as Kinal:
|
I... can't leave here. I am bound to
this place.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(is there a hole in the wall I can
crawl through?)
|
|
DM:
|
yes, but it's too high to reach
|
|
DM:
|
and the jump from the arrow is too far
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I pull out the grappling hook)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(with a grappling hook and 100 ft
rope?)
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+8 => 2 + 8 = 10
|
DM:
|
you manage to grab on
|
|
Constance:
|
You don't look rooted to me.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I'm inclined to agree.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
with whoever you are.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
(I don't fully believe it is Constance)
|
|
DM:
|
Constance throws somthing at the
creature.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
Piggy back time, Inspector.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Ugh.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
So embarassing.
|
|
DM:
|
She then grabs the creature, and
starts to fly
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
What.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Since when could she do that?
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I tie myself to the rope and start
climbing.)
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(Constance flies?)
|
|
DM:
|
yes. Just starts hovering and moving
|
|
DM:
|
she didn't even seem to cast anything
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(hm.)
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 16 + 2 = 18
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 5 + 2 = 7
|
DM:
|
Constance flies out of the room,
carrying the creature
|
|
DM:
|
you fail to make progress
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 8 + 2 = 10
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 6 + 2 = 8
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(I could use assistance)
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Uh, I could try.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
(Just assist.)
|
* Inspector Goodfellow rolls: 1d20 -1 => 13 - 1 = 12
|
DM:
|
You are near the edge, when a huge
flash of light comes from the organ in the far room, destroying
you, along with the rest of this small, strange world.
|
|
|
Ignatius Stendatem:
|
wtf.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
we almost made it up.
|
|
DM:
|
Sorry, never promised a happy ending.
|
|
DM:
|
You had a fixed number of rounds, and
managed to be exactly one short
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
was that the only way out, because
that is what it seemed like
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I didn't realize I could have assisted,
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Can I just roll?
|
|
Adam:
|
If you had assisted the last roll I
made, we would have made it.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I tried to
|
|
DM:
|
You can, but you still would not have
survived if you had managed to just get out.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
you just said we were one short
|
|
DM:
|
Of getting out of this place, but you
still would have had to escape the explosion.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
that seems impossible
|
|
DM:
|
There was no likely senario for you to
get out of here, no.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
well, great.
|
|
DM:
|
Sorry, but this session was by no
means fair.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
Then why bother with this session at
all
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I was okay with dying the way I did.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
but this was just unnecessary.
|
|
Adam:
|
Yeah. Kinda added insult to injury.
|
|
DM:
|
It was a chance to do some last RPing,
and explain some stuff that never got covered while you were still
alive. I figured there was no harm in killing the already dead.
Sorry if it turned out to be a dick move.
|
|
Adam:
|
You took this opportunity to curse my
unborn child. I'd classify that as a dick move.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
I was okay with dying, or if we had
just completely failed, but we did pretty well only to find out
that this was an impossible scenario anyway.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
that's all
|
|
DM:
|
It wasn't strictly impossible, if that
helps.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
meh, it's your perogative, you are the
DM
|
|
DM:
|
Well, a DM who makes a sucky game is
just a sucky DM
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
it wasn't sucky until the end.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
which was so surprising.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
that's all
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
like I said, if I had just died I
would have been fine because I was like "It's my fault, I made
dumb decisions"
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
This seemed like Adam said, insult to
injury.
|
|
Inspector Goodfellow:
|
of course, I could just be a bit
pissed in the moment.
|
|
DM:
|
I was bound by the setting to not let
you be ressurected. I left the possiblility open for you guys to
get free earlier and become ghoasts wandering the world, but that
already happend in a past game so I didn't want to steer you
twards that. My choices were leave you guys where you were, or do
a tradgic story where you linger on for another session and get a
little more D&D. I admit I didn't think about the fact that I
would be getting everyone's hopes up again just to kill you guys.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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it's fine.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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I'm a lot less angry now, though it
was a bit too skewed.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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anyway, I'm gonna go. I'll see ya
later though.
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DM:
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If it helps, the explosion was not my
idea
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DM:
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The other players did that.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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oh ok. well, whatever.
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Adam is disconnected.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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it is what it is.
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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see ya
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Inspector Goodfellow:
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(seriously though, not as pissed. just
so you know)
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DM:
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Be as pissed as you want to. You have
full right to.
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Inspector Goodfellow is disconnected.