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dumped by roc's in their nest high in the mountains, the party discovers they are not alone.
Jered Nimblefingers: Did you see the size of those things!
Karl Geigne: They brought someone.
Flemin Hooper: Who's that!
Jered Nimblefingers: I can see they brought someone else!
Jered Nimblefingers: Did you see the size of those things!
Gwystyl the Mage: Would all of you stop yelling at once. I can't think.
Jered Nimblefingers: We're all going to die up here.
Karl Geigne: They brought someone.
Flemin Hooper: Who's that!
Karl Geigne: Shut up Jered!
Jered Nimblefingers: We're all going to die up here.
Flemin Hooper: Who's that!
Jered Nimblefingers: I can see they brought someone else!
Brother John: hmm other folks are here too
Gwystyl the Mage: Yes! Shut up Jered.
Korac nac Vard: So it seems
Brother John: we best find our way out of here fore they return
Sam Sork: What? Where are we? Who is here?
Brother John: dunno, never saw them other folk before
Korac nac Vard: Hmm?
Gwystyl the Mage: This is quite a predicament we are in.
Korac nac Vard: Is there any way out of here?
Gwystyl the Mage: Clearly we need to make our way down the mountain through the valley. Hopefully we can do so before the Rocs return.
Nuli Scher: "Yes, Brother John. What could I do for you?"
Sam Sork: I smell feathers.
Brother John: "Never mind."
Korac nac Vard: Do you know anything about where we are?
Gwystyl the Mage: I have studied maps of this region and I believe this is Hardway Mountain. It was home to the Grafenvolk Dwarves, but they disappeared long ago.
Korac nac Vard: Who are you?
Gwystyl the Mage: I am Gwystyl the Mage. I was looking for a rare herb in the Ixthal Marsh, when I was carried off.
Korac nac Vard: Hmm...
Korac nac Vard: Look at this.
Korac nac Vard: So it seems.
Karl Geigne: Have you ever seen anything the size of those Rocs?
Sam Sork: No I haven't. I better start looking for a way out of here.
Flemin Hooper: "Hello. How did you wind up here?"
Sam Sork: The same way you did I suspect.
Flemin Hooper: Those great birds plucked me off the road and deposited me on the mountain. I thought I was done for.
Sam Sork: "Will you come with me? Perhaps we can help each other to survive."
Flemin Hooper: "That sounds very reasonable."
Sam Sork: You may call me Sam. Let's get started.
Nuli Scher: "Greetings! Would you like me to rejoin you in your adventure?"
Sam Sork: Is there any way out of here? "
Sam Sork: Come with me. We will have a better chance of survival if we stick together.
Korac nac Vard: Hmm?
Korac nac Vard: There's definitely some interesting things here.
Sam Sork: That's what I said we can all get out and alive if we manage.
Korac nac Vard: I think I can get us a way off this rock.
Sam Sork: What about you? * to the one on the left *
Jered Nimblefingers: We are all going to die out here. This is hopeless.
Sam Sork: Pull yourself together.
Jered Nimblefingers: No. No. There is no way we are going to survive. Didn't you see those things. They are going to come back and kill us all.
Sam Sork: *Smack him across the face to calm him down* Pull yourself together!!
Jered Nimblefingers: Ok. Ok. What do you want from me?
Sam Sork: You need to stay calm if you are going to survive. Who are you?
Jered Nimblefingers: I'm Jered. I was, I mean I am a scout for, oh what does it matter.
Brother John : All these folk coming with us?
Sam Sork: Jered? Jered... interesting name.
Sam Sork: It may matter, your skills may help us survive. Now you said you were a scout of some sort, right?
Jered Nimblefingers: Sort of, I mean I was.
Sam Sork: You were a thief.
Jered Nimblefingers: Yes, fine I was, but never again, not if you can get me out of this mess.
Sam Sork: Ok, stay close to me and listen to what I say.
Jered Nimblefingers: Ok. I will.
Jered Nimblefingers: I still think we're going to die.
Brother John : hmm
Aslo Smith: What things?
Aslo Smith: *looks around*
Karl Geigne: Shut up Jered!
Gwystyl the Mage: Yes! Shut up Jered.
Brother John : Right then, let's get out of here.
Brother John: You hear the Rocs screech in the distance, and know that escape is imperative. Although you are in great danger the nest boasts a magnificent view of the valley below that winds to the base of the mountain. In the distance at the foot of the valley the winding snake like river makes it's way towards a small lake. The eye like island in the center of the lake twinkles and shines.
Brother John: 40 feet below you see a narrow ledge. Too far to jump or fall without being killed.
Jered Nimblefingers: Do you see anything? Have you found a way out?
Karl Geigne: You filthy bastard. Get back, I will not associate with your ilk.
Flemin Hooper: Quiet Jered, no one can think with your constant chatter.
Korac nac Vard: You hear the Rocs screech in the distance, and know that escape is imperative. Although you are in great danger the nest boasts a magnificent view of the valley below that winds to the base of the mountain. In the distance at the foot of the valley the winding snake like river makes it's way towards a small lake. The eye like island in the center of the lake twinkles and shines.
Brother John: You have secured a rope to the nest. You can climb down to a ledge 40 feet below in relative safety.
Jered Nimblefingers: Do you see anything? Have you found a way out?
Aslo Smith: *looks around for a way out*
Korac nac Vard: Rope, useful.
Flemin Hooper: Those sounds from the nest. How awful. My Torm care for the spirits of the fallen.
Brother John : Indeed
Aslo Smith: Let's get outta here.
Aslo Smith: *looks up*
Korac nac Vard: Careful, may be wolves of winter about.
Jered Nimblefingers: We're all going to die.
Gwystyl the Mage: It should get warmer further down the mountain.
Brother John : With Llirra's help, I'm sure we shall prevail!
Aslo Smith: Which way to Neverdeep?
Aslo Smith: *shivers*
Korac nac Vard: What the?
Brother John : Good job everyone!
Aslo Smith: Shoot first, ask questions after.
Sam Sork: What was that?
Brother John : Hold up there
Korac nac Vard: Lovely...
Korac nac Vard: Found a way down!
Brother John : Hmm
Brother John : we going into that?
Aslo Smith: I can carry it.
Sam Sork: What\s that smell?
Korac nac Vard: What?
Korac nac Vard: What did you find?
Aslo Smith: *picks up a shield and something else*
Sam Sork: * Touch the creature * Waht are... a badger?
Aslo Smith: *straps the shield on his back*
Brother John : Right then, let's move alon..
Flemin Hooper: Brrr…
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : endless snow
Sam Sork: Tell me what you see is it beautiful?
Aslo Smith: I see a way down.
Korac nac Vard: Reminds me of home.
Korac nac Vard: Hope there's no yetis.
Gwystyl the Mage: It should get warmer further down the mountain.
Brother John : We can hope so
Sam Sork: That man was a fool to stay on that rock
Sam Sork: Or may be he wanted to embrace Death.
Brother John : peaceful this place
Sam Sork: Don't you think?
Korac nac Vard: Doesn't look sturdy.
Korac nac Vard: STOP THAT!
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: What was that?
Korac nac Vard: That's a well made dagger
Brother John : Some sorta ice demon?
Aslo Smith: *raises an eyebrow*
Brother John : Dunno
Brother John : Shall we press on?
Sam Sork: I am following
Korac nac Vard: Ther emight be more.
Brother John : a cave ahead
Korac nac Vard: A cave.
Korac nac Vard: *looks at the sky* we should try to find a place to rest.
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: And... this won't do.
Brother John : Right
Jered Nimblefingers: This place tunnel is eerie, yet beautiful too.
Korac nac Vard: What's that?
Korac nac Vard: GAH!
Sam Sork: Whaa?
Brother John : brrrr
Sam Sork: Goblins?
Korac nac Vard: Flying thing.
Korac nac Vard: You remove a single egg from the pool. The egg is about 18 inches long, pal blue in color and emitting a faint blue light.
Korac nac Vard: ... What the...
Korac nac Vard: Take a look at this.
Brother John : Find something?
Korac nac Vard: A light emitting egg!
Korac nac Vard: The egg begins to glow more brightly. The light seems to pulse with increasing intensity.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : sure it
Brother John : safe?
Korac nac Vard: No clue
Korac nac Vard: It's getting brighter though!
Sam Sork: How big the egg? Quite a few of us if that's all we get to eat.
Brother John : hope it doesn't hatch into something dangerous.
Korac nac Vard: Eighteen inches.
Brother John : Or it's mother isn't nearby
Korac nac Vard: What do you think, should we keep it?
Brother John : we should move on
Brother John : Dunno
Korac nac Vard: The egg pulses with an eerie, blue light, which grows stronger by the second. Fine cracks appear, spreading rapidly across its surface, and suddenly a small, voracious, winged reptile is released into the world. Hungrily, it rears up and lunges towards you...
Aslo Smith: *looks down the passage*
Jered Nimblefingers: Think twice before messing with me!
Korac nac Vard: Well... that was... interesting
Korac nac Vard: would hate to see a grown one.
Sam Sork: Was that your egg thing?
Korac nac Vard: Winged reptile thing.
Brother John : We best move on.
Korac nac Vard: let's.
Korac nac Vard: Dead end.
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: *taps the ice*
Brother John : Guess we go back then.
Korac nac Vard: ... or not
Brother John : here's a way
Brother John : Korac don't get to far ahead
Korac nac Vard: I won't, keep yer shirt on.
Sam Sork: Outside again
Korac nac Vard: Either head left or down.
Brother John : down would be my vote
Sam Sork: Easier to follow with the noise you make.
Brother John : get out of this cold
Nuli Scher: Meet cold steel!
Sam Sork: Bird?
Sam Sork: Wake up
Sam Sork: Who's snoring?
Aslo Smith: *chuckles*
Brother John : *shakes head*
Aslo Smith: Our fearless leader.
Korac nac Vard: Who wha...
Korac nac Vard: Where'd the bird go?
Brother John : *points to the pulp of feathers*
Aslo Smith: *points at the bloody spot in the snow*
Korac nac Vard: ... ah.
Korac nac Vard: hmmm...
Sam Sork: May be when we reach a safe area we could go our separate ways...
Korac nac Vard: This looks good.
Aslo Smith: I think he's going UP the mountain.
Sam Sork: Who?
Brother John : Um, don't we wanna go down hill?
Aslo Smith: Guess. *sarcastically*
Korac nac Vard: We can camp here decently if need be.
Brother John : Korac where are you going??
Brother John : I prefer to get out of this ice
Korac nac Vard: alright then.
Sam Sork: Can't you see a way down?
Brother John : ah much better
Brother John : *shakes last bits of snow of armor*
Sam Sork: Grassland
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: Are we safe yet?
Korac nac Vard: Hmm, a good walking stick
Aslo Smith: getting dark
Brother John : *Gazes out at swamps*
Korac nac Vard: looks like there are a few about.
Brother John : that doesn't look so promising
Korac nac Vard: Gah!
Brother John : broken down cart
Aslo Smith: something hidden here. *looks at John*
Sam Sork: What is it?
Korac nac Vard: Aslo, you're going to have to find a path.
Brother John : wonder how long that's been here?
Sam Sork: Snakes?
Aslo Smith: bunch of rings
Korac nac Vard: Yea
Korac nac Vard: some gold and eggs too
Aslo Smith: one really nice one
Brother John : welp gather it up and let's move on.
Sam Sork: * Tough a ring * Good craftmanship
Sam Sork: One seems different
Aslo Smith: *picks up all the stuff*
Korac nac Vard: Aslo
Aslo Smith: Its a protection ring, one of us should use it.
Sam Sork: I could use more protection
Brother John : I'm pretty well set with my armor
Aslo Smith: *looks the tall fighter*
Korac nac Vard: Come here.
Aslo Smith: *nods reluctantly* the blind could probably use it best.
Sam Sork: Thank you
Aslo Smith: *hands the magic ring to Sam*
Korac nac Vard: Take this and find us a path
Aslo Smith: Now, what did YOU find?
Sam Sork: Are we going?
Korac nac Vard: *hands him a long branch*
Brother John : Suppose so
Aslo Smith: *taps with the branch, heading off*
Aslo Smith: oops, wrong way.
Aslo Smith: uh oh
Aslo Smith: things ahead, I cant see
Korac nac Vard: Wha the?!
Sam Sork: Who's there?
Brother John : hmm, best watch your step
Korac nac Vard: Interesting
Aslo Smith: Here's half a fish.
Aslo Smith: Who's hungry?
Korac nac Vard: No thank you.
Sam Sork: I am always a bit hungry
Korac nac Vard: And we're through
Gwystyl the Mage: That lake is choked with weeds, I don't think it's safe to swim in there.
Korac nac Vard: Hey!
Aslo Smith: *puts the branch on his back with some rope*
Korac nac Vard: There's a bridge over there
Aslo Smith: Hey?
Brother John : a bridge?
Jered Nimblefingers: At least it's warmer down here.
Sam Sork: What do you see?
Sam Sork: Wood or stone?
Korac nac Vard: It was wood
Korac nac Vard: and stone
Aslo Smith: Looks like there's a tower over there. *points south west*
Korac nac Vard: This way
Brother John : Maybe there's a settlement?
Sam Sork: Tower? Care to take a look closer?
Korac nac Vard: Tempos!
Nuli Scher: By the name of God, you shall perish!
Korac nac Vard: Got a door here.
Brother John : Korac, you really should wait for the others before pressing into combat
Korac nac Vard: And a tower.
Korac nac Vard: Whoa
Aslo Smith: I got a bad feeling.
Korac nac Vard: What... is that?
Aslo Smith: It...
Brother John : an evil spirit
Aslo Smith: It's floating.
Jered Nimblefingers: It looks like someone has been here recently.
Korac nac Vard: I don't like the looks of this place.
Sam Sork: Who's shooting?
Korac nac Vard: John is
Aslo Smith: It looks tough. Too tough for me.
Brother John : bah
Brother John : bolts seem to pass right thru it
Korac nac Vard: Let's head back
Korac nac Vard: find somewhere we can rest that doesn't have... odd beings
Sam Sork: What now?
Brother John : Yes it's too evil to dispell I fear.
Brother John : Was the door to the tower locked?
Aslo Smith: I didn't check.
Sam Sork: Door?
Korac nac Vard: STOP
Brother John : ohhhh
Brother John : *glances at pit*
Sam Sork: Is there a hole here?
Aslo Smith: yes, step to your right.
Aslo Smith: Now forward
Aslo Smith: Probably made by dwarves from the look of it.
Korac nac Vard: Crates.
Korac nac Vard: ... feeeesssh
Korac nac Vard: Lots of em
Korac nac Vard: hello
Korac nac Vard: Crossbows and some bolts
Aslo Smith: wait
Aslo Smith: a trap
Aslo Smith: *steps back to let Jered play with it*
Korac nac Vard: I see...
Aslo Smith: *nods to Jered*
Brother John : some clear the trap?
Korac nac Vard: Well now
Korac nac Vard: ... interesting
Korac nac Vard: Ominous, but interesting.
Korac nac Vard: ... and that's a lizardman
Swilbosh: Sssssss!!! Why are you here? Why are you doing in my home human?
Korac nac Vard: I mean you no harm. We are trying to make our way down from the top of the mountain.
Swilbosh: Aaahssssss. The rocssss. The grabbed you for food, like little wormssss that Swilbosssh fishesss with. Yesss?
Sam Sork: What?
Korac nac Vard: That's right. Can we talk for a bit? I have some questions?
Swilbosh: Namessss Firssst. What isss you name human.
Sam Sork: Who's here?
Korac nac Vard: I am Korac, and I already know your name, Swilbosh, right?
Swilbosh: Yesssss.
Brother John : *listens*
Korac nac Vard: I just want to talk for a bit. Ok?
Swilbosh: Well then Korac. What can Swilbosh do for you?
Korac nac Vard: Tell me about these statues.
Swilbosh: Swilbosh make them, but my statue of a lizard man, has gone missing. The muckdwellers in the bog took it.
Korac nac Vard: Perhaps we can get it back for you.
Swilbosh: You would do thissss? I am impressed. Do this and a friend you will have Swilbosh. Yesss.
Korac nac Vard: Tell me about these statues.
Swilbosh: Did you find it? Did you find my lisssard man statue?
Korac nac Vard: We found your missing lizard man statue.
Swilbosh: Give it to me, then Swilbosh will help you.
Korac nac Vard: Here it is.
Swilbosh: Thankssss you. Please stay and rest for the night if you wish. Assk Swilbosh questionssss. I will answer them. I will trade with you now.
Brother John : If he has supplies, we should rest up here.
Korac nac Vard: What can you tell us about this place?
Swilbosh: Do you want to know about the mountain or thissss tower.
Korac nac Vard: This tower.
Swilbosh: This tower was built long ago by dwarves, but they are gone now. Long gone. Not here when Swilbosh came here. Now its my home.
Korac nac Vard: What about that spirit on the tower battlements.
Swilbosh: Harmlessssss. Old dwarven ssspirt, scaressss many, like the muckdwellerssss. Keepsss them away, but can not really hurt you.
Brother John : Use some of the gold we found to get them.
Korac nac Vard: Tell me about the mountain.
Swilbosh: This is Hardway Mountain. It was once the home of dwarves long ago, but they are all gone now. Other creatures make it their home, I have made sstatuess of many of the creaturesss.
Korac nac Vard: Is there anything you can tell us that will help us make our way off the mountain?
Swilbosh: You can follow the valley down. Follow the river through the valley to the bottom. It hasss been many yearsss since Swilbosh left the Mountain. I can tell you to beware of the muckdwellers in the bog. Their spit will blind thee.
Korac nac Vard: Anything else.
Swilbosh: The far side of the lake, beyond the woods is and old dwarven mine. Now goblinssss live there. Nasty goblinsss. Be careful if you venture that way.
Korac nac Vard: What about the steps in the cliff face east of your island?
Swilbosh: Swilbosh not go there. Bad birds. Crows. Mean birds.
Korac nac Vard: We are in need of supplies. Do you have any, we would be happy to trade with you.
Swilbosh: Of coursessssss. We will trade now. Swilbosh doesss not have much to trade. Not much money either. SSssss! Choose your trades wisely.
Korac nac Vard: I understand.
Korac nac Vard: Anyone need anything?
Brother John : supplies so we can rest
Sam Sork: Wood?
Korac nac Vard: what the?
Sam Sork: Hey!
Aslo Smith: ugh
Aslo Smith: stupid lizard.
Korac nac Vard: Ugn... wha?
Korac nac Vard: Did someone aggrevate him?
Brother John : dunno
Brother John : save your potions
Brother John : we should rest to heal up
Korac nac Vard: It was a different type
Sam Sork: Did we kill the "merchant"?
Aslo Smith: I tried to stab him when he was fighting Korac.
Korac nac Vard: Why did he attack?
Korac nac Vard: Did any of you touch anything?
Aslo Smith: *whistles*
Brother John : *frowns*
Korac nac Vard: ...
Aslo Smith: sure are a lot of statues around here.
Korac nac Vard: Aslo....
Aslo Smith: Yeah?
Korac nac Vard: KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF NEXT TIME!
Brother John : you may have cost us our only chance for supplies
Aslo Smith: What?
Brother John : *shakes head*
Korac nac Vard: Well, what's done is done.
Brother John : welp nothing to be done now
Aslo Smith: Maybe he has some in the cupboards
Brother John : break out a supply kit and set up a camp
Brother John : we need to heal up before we press on
Sam Sork: Where are we going now?
Korac nac Vard: I don't know
Sam Sork: May be we can talk before exploring more.
Korac nac Vard: We can either head up and hope that the lizardman was right about the old ghost being harmless
Korac nac Vard: or we leave the tower.
Brother John : Think we should leave.
Aslo Smith: I have no interest in fighting a dwarf ghost.
Brother John : nor I
Korac nac Vard: So let us go
Sam Sork: Wait! Are we all going?
Korac nac Vard: Unless they want to stay here.
Gwystyl the Mage: We must keep our eyes open and our wits about us if we are to survive Hardway Mountain. What do you need?
Sam Sork: "I think we need to part ways."
Gwystyl the Mage: "Are you sure? Things are a bit spotty when I am not around."
Sam Sork: "Wait here until I return."
Gwystyl the Mage: "As you wish, I will make camp here."
Brother John : Well we can either deal with the goblins in the mines or continue looking for a way out of the area.
Sam Sork: So mage you want to rest.
Korac nac Vard: Well, he mentioned that east was 'bad birds'
Sam Sork: Are you priests going to argue about religion?
Brother John : Right best avoid that i think.
Flemin Hooper: "Yes, Sam. What could I do for you?"
Aslo Smith: The crazy lizard told us how to get out of here. I'm not against gaining some loot before we leave though.
Sam Sork: "I think we need to part ways."
Flemin Hooper: I think we'll do better if we work together. Are you sure?
Sam Sork: "Wait here until I return."
Flemin Hooper: "As you wish, I will wait here. May Torm guide and protect you."
Sam Sork: Perhaps you can rest and pray until we return.
Brother John : Let's move on then.
Sam Sork: So now it's six of us.
Aslo Smith: *waves good bye to the ghost*
Brother John : *glances up at the spirit and sighs*
Korac nac Vard: Well
Korac nac Vard: We can't head across the lake.
Korac nac Vard: There are 'bad birds' up the stairs.
Aslo Smith: Should be a mine around here somewhere.
Korac nac Vard: It was across the lake
Brother John : Right then, let's look for that.
Aslo Smith: *looks up at the door in the wall*
Korac nac Vard: Hmm...
Brother John : that would mean going back thru the swamp.
Korac nac Vard: South, not west.
Jered Nimblefingers: We're all going to die on this mountain.
Korac nac Vard: *picks out gems from the creatures*
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: Someone guide Sam
Aslo Smith: stay right, sam
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: Did we go back up?
Sam Sork: Snow again?
Brother John : back to the cold it seems
Korac nac Vard: What...
Korac nac Vard: why is there a naked woman here?
Brother John : indeed
Brother John : Hello?
Aslo Smith: is she naked?
Woman : The woman holds up her hand to indicate that you should stop.
Sam Sork: She will freeze
Woman : Young as spring, old as time, Often fails, cannot climb. Always rushing, never still, In a bed never still. What am I?
Aslo Smith: Maybe she needs a friend.
Sam Sork: hello yourself
Aslo Smith: *chuckles*
Korac nac Vard: A river.
Woman : The woman dissolves into water. Then a tiny man in a white cloak with skin like water leaps down from a ledge above and yells. If you won't play my games you'll pay the price.
Sam Sork: Where?
Splanxty: This isn't fun any longer!
Korac nac Vard: Always answer random riddles!
Brother John : I hate riddles
Brother John : *shrugs*
Aslo Smith: *looks up for more little men*
Korac nac Vard: I told you the answer.
Sam Sork: Where's the lady?
Korac nac Vard: She was a fey
Brother John : seems to be a path down over here
Korac nac Vard: and when John refused to try her riddle, she got mad.
Korac nac Vard: and... we're back here.
Korac nac Vard: Lovely.
Brother John : hmm going in circles it seems
Korac nac Vard: well
Korac nac Vard: Aslo!
Brother John : I rather not hazard the swamp again.
Korac nac Vard: we may have to
Korac nac Vard: unless you want to go back up
Brother John : might be another path out back the way we came.
Aslo Smith: What?
Korac nac Vard: Well, lead on.
Brother John : wait for the others
Sam Sork: Where is everyone?
Brother John : *looks back down the mountain and sighs*
Aslo Smith: I dunno, come on, this way
Brother John : *strikes up a song as he marches*
Sam Sork: Going in circle?
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: Warm.
Aslo Smith: *waves*
Brother John : think we can safely go round it?
Korac nac Vard: Possibly.
Korac nac Vard: RIGHT, SAM, RIGHT!
Korac nac Vard: Follow the edge
Korac nac Vard: *holds up coon corpse*
Korac nac Vard: Too scrawny.
Brother John : Might wanna hold on to that.
Brother John : you may be hungry later
Korac nac Vard: Right, right.
Korac nac Vard: Sam, this way!
Brother John : looks like a trail up to the right
Korac nac Vard: Want to avoid going up.
Unknown Speaker: You will die upon my spear.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : more snow dwellers
Korac nac Vard: John, take alook at this
Sam Sork: No I won't
Brother John : Looks nice
Brother John : No idea what it is though
Korac nac Vard: Doesn't it?
Sam Sork: What is it?
Brother John : a ring
Korac nac Vard: A circle
Korac nac Vard: A big, big circle.
Brother John : hmm, so it would seem
Korac nac Vard: We'll have to take the swamps.
Brother John : least we don't have to cross the swamp
Korac nac Vard: Wait...
Korac nac Vard: There's another path up there.
Brother John : What?
Korac nac Vard: heading west
Korac nac Vard: It might take us around.
Sam Sork: Leaves
Korac nac Vard: ... lovely.
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: Not forboding in the slightest.
Brother John : *eyes bones*
Brother John : that can't be good
Korac nac Vard: ... that's odd
Korac nac Vard: They're wearing the tarters of a horseman tribe.
Brother John : hopefully there was just the one
Sam Sork: May be we could find deers here.
Korac nac Vard: Wounded dear.... makes me wish I had some javalins.
Brother John : a bridge ahead
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: Ow.
Sam Sork: What was that?
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Brother John : We're trying to find our way out of the wilderness after escaping the roc's nest.
Sam Sork: Jered? You still here?
Jered Nimblefingers: I can't believe we're not all dead yet.
Handel Be'dwa: alrighty, thanks. Being thin-skinned I'll try to hang back
Sam Sork: Calm yourself, and come with me.
Jered Nimblefingers: Yeah, yeah. Ok.
Jered Nimblefingers: I still think we're going to die.
Sam Sork: "Never mind."
Val: We shall not die -- at least without a fight.
Val: And no bird is going to haul me off again -- of that you can be sure!
Sam Sork: Die? Today? No it is not our time yet.
Brother John : We found one outpost, but our rogue foolishly poked about where he was not welcomed and we had to defend ourselves from the irrate lizardman.
Handel Be'dwa: Lead on
Val: oi! I am not afraid of lizards.
Brother John : We heard there were some goblins maybe this way?
Val: My hammer be itchin fer a goblin ...
Brother John : Shall we explore that then?
Val: aye -- rocs don' go into caves I'm thinking.
Brother John : Ok then, let's take a look in that cavern.
Val: Lead on!
Sam Sork: Smells like dawn to me.
Brother John : *looks around*
Sam Sork: Think I'll follow the dog.
Sam Sork: Where are we?
Brother John : dunno, it's dark
Sam Sork: It always is.
Val: What is this?
Brother John : what a view!
Sam Sork: Fresh air.
Brother John : hmm
Val: Baby Rocs?
Brother John : shall we look in this tower?
Handel Be'dwa: Lead on
Brother John : seems a shambles
Sam Sork: This dog is hot may be he got fever.
Val: Aye -- Dwarven bones ahead.
Brother John : welp might be some useful supplies to be had, look around, carefully
Handel Be'dwa: ... tosses the dog a bone. The dwarf doesn't need it now
Brother John : *murmers short prayer over bones*
Val: Be careful there mate -- you never know who those belonged to.
Brother John : just a rusty dagger and moldy armor
Val: aye -- been here a long time I reckon from the dust.
Brother John : Likely so
Brother John : *slowly pokes way around chamber*
Brother John : secret panel here
Secret Panel: AAAHHHH!!!
Brother John : ouch
Val: A silver mirror here!
Brother John : oh?
Val: and a bloody heavy tapestry.
Brother John : anyone able to carry them?
Val: And a potion.
Brother John : I'm loaded down with supplies
Sam Sork: I sure can.
Handel Be'dwa: Where's the cleaning lady? Too much dust, mold and rust for my taste
Val: I can carry the mirror -- don't need it though.
Brother John : alright pick up what you can and let's press on
Brother John : Sam you take the tapestry?
Handel Be'dwa: I grabbed the potion of lore
Brother John : *prods it towards him*
Sam Sork: I was once told if you see a woman with snake hairs give her a mirror. Not sure what he ment though.
Brother John : hmm snake woman doesn't sound friendly
Val: oh! Polished shield won't work?
Sam Sork: * Touch the ground * That thing?
Brother John : yep
Sam Sork: and the miror too?
Handel Be'dwa: yes
Brother John : ah sure
Jered Nimblefingers: I have a bad feeling about this.
Brother John : need to be more optimistic friend
Brother John : sure a lot of angry birds around
Val: aye.
Cala: Yes, master... what do you require of me?
Brother John : ah a nest
Handel Be'dwa: *Pet the familiar.*
Cala: *Apparently your petting touches a ticklish spot, and the familiar giggles with delight and jumps away.*
Val: This be their lair I reckon.
Brother John : a few trinkets
Brother John : bits of gems and jewelry
Val: Birds like shineys.
Brother John : might be worth a few coins down the road
Brother John : *collects them*
Handel Be'dwa: standing back in case it explodes
Brother John : hmm an old chest
Brother John : *pulls out and scans over a scroll*
Val: That big box for a piece of parchment?
Brother John : *shows scroll around* Just a drawing of a snake.
Sam Sork: What's precious about it?
Brother John : Suppose that's of the river and isle we saw?
Val: Snake? What in the world would that be for? Left by others as worthless I reckon.
Brother John : Looked like a serpent didn't it?
Brother John : *puts parchment away*
Val: The river snaking through the valley?
Brother John : Right
Val: Your dog hungry?
Handel Be'dwa: Not at the moment
Val: Good ...
Brother John : guess that's all there's to see here.
Val: No goblins here.
Brother John : Guess those are the bad birds we were warned about.
Val: heh.
Val: They wasn't so bad.
Brother John : Indeed and we made the area safer for future travelers
Brother John : *takes a good look*
Brother John : hopefully, we can find our way down there easily enough
Brother John : val wait for the others
Sam Sork: Which way?
Val: Aye -- dwarven works here.
Brother John : *shouts back* Take the right passage.
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: Just bump into some web.
Brother John : *eyes barred gate*
Sam Sork: * bumped
Val: Back door?
Brother John : hmm this is back to the outpost we found
Val: oh. *frowns.
Sam Sork: With the ghost?
Handel Be'dwa: shall we try the other door?
Brother John : We could try skirting the ridge line to avoid going thru the swamps again
Brother John : the path down must lie somewhere to the west.
Sam Sork: Better avoid the quicksand.
Brother John : Right
Val: Indeed.
Brother John : hmm blocked
Brother John : This way friends
Sam Sork: Oh
Brother John : *stops to eye the swamp*
Sam Sork: * Shout * Where are you people?
Brother John : Um someone needs to guide Sam, he's blind.
Brother John : *shouts* THIS WAY!
Brother John : Jered outta do it.
Brother John : He hangs around with him anyhow.
Brother John : You missed the path up
Sam Sork: Up there?
Val: All he needs to do is follow his nose or his ears.
Sam Sork: You pull me up?
Brother John : There's path back there, have Jered lead you.
Val: Be careful of the trees.
Brother John : Aye
Val: ah, made it.
Sam Sork: Am I that heavy?
Brother John : Wheres our mage?
Brother John : *looks back*
Val: Collecting cones.
Brother John : *shrugs* never understand those folk
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : guess we can't get thru here either.
Brother John : We'll either have to retrace our steps or go thru the swamp.
Handel Be'dwa: nm
Brother John : hmm isn't this the path up to higher in the mountains?
Sam Sork: More snow.
Brother John : hmm not sure we wanna trundle around up here again.
Val: Snow.
Brother John : Guess we go back thru the dwarven tunnels or thru the swamp.
Brother John : Any preferences?
Val: Are you kidding? Dwarven Tunnels beats a swamp any day!
Sam Sork: When you were taken did you seen the landscape? Remember any detail regarding general directions?
Brother John : Nope
Brother John : Just know we came down via this lake to lower elevation as I remember.
Sam Sork: The river you mentioned, how does it flow?
Brother John : Welp, only seen it from points here and there.
Brother John : Actually, I think we went thru this higher valley to reach the dwarven tunnels, come to think of it.
Sam Sork: If no roads going down a river should take us somewhere.
Brother John : seems like we crossed the swamps from the west and visited the outpost, then came this direction.
Val: We can go down from here.
Brother John : I'm not a ranger.
Brother John : path blocked ahead
Val: This way?
Brother John : I think that's where we wanna be *points west*
Sam Sork: What do I smell? Lillis?
Brother John : but we'll have to cut thru the swamps to get there it seems
Sam Sork: what did wedo with those sticks?
Brother John : no idea never had one
Val: What is in that old chest?
Brother John : nothing now
Val: ah ...
Brother John : we looked at it when we passed by here the first time
Val: Right.
Brother John : The mage collecting stuff again?
Val: No doubt.
Brother John : *sighs*
Brother John : doesn't look like we can skirt the swamp if we wanna go south
Val : Use that big pole?
Val : Higher ground here.
Brother John : *looks for sticks*
Brother John : That trail takes you back up into the mountains.
Brother John : That's the way we came down originally
Brother John : Seems we have two options....
Val : Right.
Brother John : One, explore south thru the swamp.
Brother John : Two, go back to the valley where we first entered the dwarven caves
Val : Can you find a path?
Sam Sork: Mosquitoes.
Brother John : So... what's it to be?
Handel Be'dwa: no preference here
Sam Sork: Valley?
Brother John : Be safer to go back the way we came thru the dwarven tunnels.
Val : Aye.
Handel Be'dwa: I have to do my absolutions... I'll be right back. /looks for a bush
Brother John : Not sure we fully explored all the area around that.
Brother John : If no one kept the long sticks cut down from the willows, then going thru the swamps could be very dangerous.
Sam Sork: I believe that may be true.
Val : Perhaps we can get more sticks? Lots of willows around here.
Brother John : didn't find anything suitable in the immediate area
Val : oh, bother. *frowns*
Brother John : we will have to pass thru the swamp in part in any case.
Sam Sork: Didn't we drop the sticks near the old tower?
Brother John : Don't know, I didn't have one.
Brother John : Our scout was leading with at least one of them.
Brother John : We could go back and look I guess
Handel Be'dwa: sorry my comrades in arms. The dieties frown on me today
Handel Be'dwa: But I am back once again
Sam Sork: In any case we could use some rest and food.
Val : Aye ... unless we want those rocs to carry us away again.
Brother John : Right then, skirt the north edge of the swamp, and retrace our steps.
Brother John : Welp, we need to be careful with our supplies.
Brother John : Since the rogues impolitness ruined our chance to restock.
Sam Sork: Minor injuries in such a place could get infected next thing you know you lose a leg or something.
Brother John : Indeed
Brother John : Right then, back north it is then.
Val : Right.
Brother John : ah here's a stick
Brother John : *waits for the others to catch up*
Brother John : last time I think we went south
Brother John : there's a trail up to the north, but that'd likely take us back to even colder areas, no?
Val : One would think ... but who knows?
Handel Be'dwa: A bit of cold shouldn't hurt
Brother John : Well, I suppose we could at least look north.
Sam Sork: Why not?
Sam Sork: I don't suppose they have giants around here?
Brother John : hmm, this is back to where we first escaped from.
Brother John : I don't think this is where we want to be.
Handel Be'dwa: Since I missed alot this is all unfamiliar to me
Val : No, I reckon not.
Brother John : though it's also possible there's another trail and pass out of here.
Sam Sork: And somebody mentioned goblins? What goblins?
Brother John : Think that might've been in that lower valley where we entered the dwarven tunnels.
Handel Be'dwa: grumbles
Brother John : you wish to explore this region further or make our way back to the dwarven tunnels valley?
Sam Sork: Plenty of fresh air here.
Val : Well, like Handel here, I have no recollection of any of this ... but we need to check every area to find a way out of here.
Brother John : Very well, we're here, so might as well look.
Brother John : can someone else carry this stick? bit heavy for me
Sam Sork: Give me
Val : Perhaps.
Val : got it.
Brother John : hmph
Brother John : watch your step
Sam Sork: Can't do that.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : strange looking creatures yonder
Val : Food ... on the hoof!
Brother John : best leave them be
Sam Sork: What creatures?
Handel Be'dwa: the oxen
Val : oxen -- can't you smell them?
Sam Sork: Not if the wind is blowind this way.
Val : heh.
Sam Sork: Ah now I can smell them.
Brother John : mage beware the male
Handel Be'dwa: the male seemed to ignore me
Sam Sork: Ah here.
Brother John : trail over here
Val : have we finished with this area?
Brother John : bah
Brother John : this is going backwards
Brother John : need to go to lower elevation
Brother John : need to go back to the valley with the dwarven tunnels.
Val : Did you look over here?
Brother John : we came from that way originally
Val : You did?
Handel Be'dwa: Maybe we should take out the oxen after all. They might be here for a reason
Brother John : along the west side of this lake
Val : I though you came from the north?
Brother John : We did
Brother John : there are apparently several paths
Val : I was talking about west.
Brother John : Right, we came down the west side of the lake orginally
Val : ok -- how about east then?
Brother John : *looks back*
Brother John : Now where did they go
Val : cave up above here.
Handel Be'dwa: I found a cave over here
Brother John : Come Null
Val : What is inside?
Handel Be'dwa: I'll look
Val : be careful.
Handel Be'dwa: Ice tunnel
Handel Be'dwa: Shall I come back?
Val : oh? Have the others been here before?
Handel Be'dwa: I'm uncertain
Brother John : that was how we left this area last time
Sam Sork: Sometimes bears use natural caves to spend the winter sleeping.
Brother John : we need to go back the other way
Brother John : or we'll have to go thru the swamps again.
Val : Gosh ... very confusing.
Brother John : It is the wilderness after all
Val : Aye -- dwarven tunnels it is then.
Sam Sork: So, what's in the cave?
Handel Be'dwa: My apologies friends.
Val : Apparantly another way out.
Brother John : I seem to remember a passage which led us eventually down to the swamp.
Val : uh oh!
Brother John : Where are the others?
Brother John : *looks back*
Sam Sork: Who's that?
Val : It be me, Val.
Sam Sork: Ah yes.
Brother John : Where's the mage?
Handel Be'dwa: In the ice tunnel
Val : He never came back out?
Sam Sork: Oh he went in that cave alone? Not very wise is it?
Brother John : *shakes head*
Val : He went in to look -- thought he came back out though.
Brother John : Best go see what happened to him
Val : Always in and out with himn.
Sam Sork: He came back then what?
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : you ok?
Val : Here he is.
Handel Be'dwa: There is something in the cave
Brother John : and as I said, we don't need to go that way again
Val : I can see that. What was it, a bear?
Sam Sork: You awoke a sleeping bear?
Brother John : *shakes head*
Brother John : silly elf
Handel Be'dwa: it was a snake of sorts
Brother John : we need to go the OTHER way
Sam Sork: Snake? That's odd.
Handel Be'dwa: Please follow
Val : A snake did that?
Handel Be'dwa: Best you see it
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: Can't help you there.
Handel Be'dwa: On the east side of the lake, you will find some remains
Brother John : we've already seen those I think; we came thru here on our way down originally
Handel Be'dwa: over here
Sam Sork: What?
Brother John : I think we examined those already
Val : Nice shot Jared.
Handel Be'dwa: There is ramoriz egg shell on the corpse
Handel Be'dwa: you must have missed it
Handel Be'dwa: when I picked it up, it glowed
Brother John : Not sure what import egg shell fragments have
Val : Some blue quartz here.
Brother John : maybe someone will pay something for them.
Sam Sork: Ah I remember the egg, yes.
Brother John : let's go back
Val : Perhaps the snake came from the egg?
Sam Sork: You mean a snake hatched out of the egg? You talk funny sometimes you know? Where are you from?
Brother John : Indeed it seems very likely, snakes are often hatched.
Handel Be'dwa: you are correct Sam, it hatched
Val : Aye -- in which case there may be a larger one nearby.
Val : You had been to the sothern part of that cave earlier?
Brother John : Yes, that led down to the west side of the swamps
Brother John : so we need to go back the other way to end up on the east side
Val : ah -- not where we want to be eh?
Val : Right.
Brother John : exactly
Sam Sork: We want the ghost tower.
Brother John : right, that side of the swamp
Jered Nimblefingers: I still think we're going to die.
Sam Sork: "I think we need to part ways."
Jered Nimblefingers: "Are you sure? Things are a bit spotty when I am not around."
Sam Sork: "Wait here until I return."
Jered Nimblefingers: "As you wish, I will make camp here."
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Sam Sork: Who's there?
Val : Same crowd Sam.
Val : Handel -- you do' t look so good ... you ok?
Handel Be'dwa: My wounds are grevious but as long as there is life, there is hope.
Brother John : Perhaps we should rest before we resume our trek?
Val : take this.
Brother John : save potions for later
Sam Sork: Ah we go back to that icy cave?
Brother John : Let's use one of our supply kits and make a camp
Val : later? He will be dead.
Handel Be'dwa: thank you Val
Brother John : we all can rest up that way
Val : You are welcome.
Brother John : I need to pray for more divine power as well
Brother John : Mage you have a supply kit handy?
Handel Be'dwa: I do
Handel Be'dwa: Shall I wait for our other party member first?
Brother John : He must be out hunting.
Sam Sork: How are you doing Jered? Still scared? No need to be.
Jered Nimblefingers: I still think we're going to die.
Brother John : Ah much better!
Brother John : Llirra be praised!
Sam Sork: No we are not Jered, we came this far can't you see?
Val : ole 'firestarter' is back ...
Brother John : So then....
Sam Sork: I can smell something
Sam Sork: Sulphur? Is that doggy?
Brother John : Back to the valley of the dwarven tunnels and look for other paths from there?
Val : Burning dog hair perhaps?
Val : Aye ...
Brother John : *looks around*
Sam Sork: Who's snoring like that?
Val : That be me ... and it isn't snoring. heh
Sam Sork: Dwarven folks always smells a bit like ale remind me of good times...
Val : Aye -- ye got that right lad.
Brother John : So, I think we were headed south, no?
Val : um ....
Brother John : Think we want the trail in the southeastern corner of the valley.
Val : could be -- all this snow's got me turned around some.
Handel Be'dwa: I would like to be on the move
Brother John : Right
Brother John : hmm
Val : Come along Jered and bring Sam.
Brother John : wait for Jered and Sam
Val : you won't die if you stick with us!
Brother John : bah wrong way
Brother John : *stops to wait*
Val : We covered so much ground, it is hard to remember which piece we want.
Brother John : indeed
Brother John : I'm not pathfinder either
Val : Aye -- bettern' me though.
Sam Sork: Didn't we just cross this path?
Brother John : hmph
Val : Indeed we did Sam.
Brother John : guess
Brother John : we have to go back up to the geyser lake and look for another path from there; that's how we got to the dwarven tunnels the first time.
Val : right.
Val : althugh I thought we came here after the tunnels ...
Brother John : we did
Brother John : we circled back around
Brother John : thru that tower
Val : right.
Brother John : with all the birds
Handel Be'dwa: this area is unknown to me
Val : Indeed, me too.
Brother John : You'll know it well at this rate
Val : aye.
Brother John : hmm our mage stopped to collect a sample or something.
Brother John : *glances back*
Sam Sork: Everybody here? Can't smell that dog no more?
Val : Good nose ye got Sam.
Brother John : Best wait for him to catch up.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : Hope he's not lost.
Val : Heh -- perhaps he found a way out?
Brother John : Ah there he is
Val : guess not ... too bad that.
Brother John : Bah!
Brother John : We seem to just be circling the swamp.
Handel Be'dwa: The gods give and the gods taketh away. I will miss my pet
Val : only the northern side.
Brother John : I guess we best circle round to the east and try going back to the dwarven tunnels via that tower on the east slope.
Val : We got to those towers from the northern side ... pretty sure we were closer the first time.
Brother John : This is where we initially entered this valley our first time.
Brother John : We crossed the swamp and then visited the lizardman outpost.
Brother John : Then we explored east around that lake.
Val : hmmm ... I joined with you on the northern side ... haven't seen the lizardmen.
Sam Sork: He died.
Val : That would explain it I suppose.
Brother John : Right then back up around the lake and over to that other tower.
Sam Sork: Somebody was caught his hand in the cookie jar and things turned ugly.
Val : oh? I reckon they would.
Brother John : Yes, let's not dwell on that issue.
Sam Sork: That lizard seemed decent enough his death his unfortunate.
Brother John : Indeed
Brother John : We could dearly use the supplies he sold.
Brother John : Hmm
Sam Sork: Where are they?
Brother John : Let's hold up and give Jered and Sam a chance to catch up.
Val : I'm thinking we came through this area from the south after leaving the tunnels.
Brother John : That sounds about right
Val : someone took that fish?
Brother John : Maybe the dog?
Brother John : They eat anything
Val : aye ... of course.
Val : Here we be!
Brother John : *gropes thru the dark*
Brother John : Now last time we explored that tower over there which had all the birds
Val : only the two tunnels it seems.
Brother John : But we came from the other tunnel yonder.
Val : *nods*
Handel Be'dwa: could there be another way out of yonder tower than we discovered previously?
Sam Sork: What? Wrong way?
Val : This way SAM!
Brother John : Dunno, our scout is not around to find secret paths.
Val : Jared! Pay attention lad.
Brother John : Now this is where we started, we fought those vines just short of the bridge.
Brother John : We didn't fully explore this vale.
Val : aye ... exactly.
Handel Be'dwa: This small portion of this area is all I have experienced here
Brother John : Lets look around on this side then move across the bridge and check the farside.
Val : Good plan.
Brother John : Right
Brother John : We have a path leading out here.
Brother John : Shall we go look around on the farside before continuing long it?
Val : Have you been here before?
Brother John : Nope
Val : Then it is all new...
Brother John : We came from the farside without fully exploring it.
Val : either way then.
Sam Sork: Birds singing...
Brother John : Sam, Handel?
Brother John : your thoughts?
Sam Sork: I am with you I cannot see more here than anywhere else.
Sam Sork: Where are the others?
Val : Here and about Sam, here and about.
Sam Sork: Something coming
Sam Sork: Who's there?
Val : Ah. our tracker ... half dead from the looks of 'em.
Handel Be'dwa: under the blood he doesn't look too hostile
Val : Aye -- I can imagine it is not.
Sam Sork: I can smell something
Sam Sork: Blood? You injured?
Val : A very good nose Sam.
Sam Sork: Something coming
Val : Brother John be exploring, or trackin' or whatever he be doing, should be back any moment and he can set things right I'm guessing.
Val : He don' look much better actually.
Sam Sork: Brother you make noise like a raging bull you know. .
Sam Sork: Perhaps we can find good mushrooms around here.
Val : Hopfully John will get here before the fire dies out.
Sam Sork: I still have that mirror you know?
Val : heh, the blind man is packing the mirror!
Brother John : some have space for that extra supply kit?
Korac nac Vard: I'm packing one already.
Val : I'm pretty much loaded down.
Handel Be'dwa: I have space
Korac nac Vard: Hand it to Sam
Sam Sork: Some days things do fall in the right place and some others it's total chaos... Right?
Val : Wise words Sam.
Sam Sork: Hand me what?
Brother John : Fine
Brother John : Let's check the farside of the vale before we explore further along the path.
Sam Sork: Not my words... No I just remembered that.
Handel Be'dwa: Is the campfire gone already?
Brother John : Aye
Handel Be'dwa: I missed the opportunity, the gods decided to put me back.
Korac nac Vard: There's a bridge to the west.
Sam Sork: Who's shooting?
Brother John : I was
Korac nac Vard: Ah, there you are.
Sam Sork: Shooting at what?
Brother John : Not wise to run off ahead
Korac nac Vard: I don't have a ranged weapon.
Korac nac Vard: Speaking of which, any of you need a shortbow or arrows?
Val : Then wait for them to come to us.
Brother John : Indeed, that was the whole point of engaging them from across the river.
Korac nac Vard: Oh yes, cause an archer is going to enter melee with someone on purpose?
Brother John : You running off only played to their strength.
Sam Sork: I'd rather not try.
Brother John : Anyways
Korac nac Vard: He also had some chainmail and a longsword. Didn't know how to use it though.
Brother John : What kind of creature was it, a goblin?
Sam Sork: He? Who's he?
Brother John : We were told some such lived near by.
Korac nac Vard: Bigger than any I've ever seen.
Korac nac Vard: Two doors, which way?
Brother John : Hmm
Brother John : Tower than cavern?
Brother John : Ready?
Handel Be'dwa: ready
Brother John : Anything of interest?
Val : This is interesting.
Korac nac Vard: Huh, wine and a scroll
Korac nac Vard: Hey, you're a mage right?
Handel Be'dwa: I am
Korac nac Vard: Here, take a look at this
Korac nac Vard: Also, you can have these
Brother John : Ready?
Val : aye
Korac nac Vard: Lovely.
Jered Nimblefingers: I'd rather be outside, this doesn't look safe.
Val : Indeed!
Jered Nimblefingers: We're all going to die up here.
Val : eh? This is a mine boy, what could be safer?
Sam Sork: Ah something different. Cave? Mine?
Jered Nimblefingers: I'd rather be outside, this doesn't look safe.
Brother John : Must be the entrance
Korac nac Vard: Possibly.
Handel Be'dwa: Thank you Korac, I will try to idenify it later
Korac nac Vard: *sniffs at the air*
Sam Sork: I can smell something
Sam Sork: old wood
Korac nac Vard: I hate caves.
Korac nac Vard: Thanks.
Korac nac Vard: Ah by the hells.
Brother John : Do we want to go back and finish exploring the mines before continuing here?
Sam Sork: If there is a battle or something please try to draw some enemies to me. Right?
Korac nac Vard: Someone else might wanna look at this
Sam Sork: I can crack a few skulls.
Val : What?
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : Looks like spider webs.
Val : Big webs ... beig spiders?
Brother John : My question still stands.
Korac nac Vard: That's normally the case.
Sam Sork: I can smash spiders too.
Brother John : Press on, or back to finish looking around the mines?
Korac nac Vard: I hate caves.
Brother John : Any other votes?
Handel Be'dwa: we'll probably end up having to come back later regardless
Sam Sork: Caves are fine.
Val : That's because you're too tall.
Korac nac Vard: Well excuse me for growing up in a flat land with no roof.
Korac nac Vard: ... giant bones.
Brother John : Onward then, I guess.
Handel Be'dwa: I prefer to clear an area before exploring the next, but either is alright by me
Val : untill we get driven back.
Sam Sork: Web?
Val : Now that wasn't so bad
Korac nac Vard: This way
Korac nac Vard: here
Korac nac Vard: Follow me
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : *looks around*
Val : Interesting structure there.
Brother John : Several caves or an overgrown tomb or shrine
Sam Sork: * Removes web from face *
Sam Sork: What's burning? .
Handel Be'dwa: once again I find myself strangely in an icy expanse
Korac nac Vard: Sorry
Brother John : Let's be more prudent
Korac nac Vard: Jared, you take a look at it
Sam Sork: Look at what?
Korac nac Vard: Figures.
Brother John : Shall we?
Sam Sork: I smell flowers.
Korac nac Vard: What beast makes it's home here, I wonder.
Brother John : careful
Val : looks like it has already been looted.
Brother John : with a trap outside?
Sarcophagus: Hidden in the bottom of the coffin, is a trap door. You open the trap door and see a narrow shaft that descends into darkness.
Brother John : hmm a shaft going down
Val : Added later, or perhaps resetting.
Brother John : Shall we explore further?
Val : Or perhaps this isn't a tomb at all?
Jered Nimblefingers: We're all going to die up here.
Sam Sork: No Jered we are not.
Brother John : Down then
Handel Be'dwa: in the caves did we exit SE or SW?
Sam Sork: Guide me.
Val : hmmm.
Sam Sork: Uh
Korac nac Vard: I cannot damage it with my blade
Val : Nor I with my hammer.
Brother John : guess we leave then
Jered Nimblefingers: The air smells clean and fresh, but I will still breath easier when we are off the mountain.
Korac nac Vard: Come, Sam!
Korac nac Vard: This way
Korac nac Vard: Let us get out of here.
Sam Sork: can't
Val : Well unless some has something better, we best go.
Sam Sork: kill this thing
Brother John : *shouts down the shaft* retreat back this way!
Brother John : Our weapons are useless against it.
Sam Sork: Do nothing.
Brother John : We need magic to defeat it.
Handel Be'dwa: I'm fortunate to have found you. There be monsters in yonder portal
Sam Sork: Sorry I could not help.
Brother John : Let's look over there then.
Handel Be'dwa: I was trying to find the party
Sam Sork: It was like fighting thin air.
Nuli Scher: Press forward and give no quarter!
Nuli Scher: Outstanding!
Nuli Scher: Say hello to my little friend!
Brother John : mage stay out of the front line
Jered Nimblefingers: You're an ugly little beastie, ain't ya?
Brother John : and carry the torch so we can see
Korac nac Vard: Got one more ont he stairs
Jered Nimblefingers: I can't believe it we may really make it off of this mountain.
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: We're close to the bottom
Brother John : swamps again
The smell is incredible.
Sam Sork: Mosquitoes * sigh *
Korac nac Vard: odd
Korac nac Vard: Look at the tree, hoping to find a decent poking branch... found an amulet instead.
Korac nac Vard: something big
Val : Big ... like a dragon?
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: Two something bigs.
Val : Bullies.
Brother John : shoot then engage?
Brother John : move back
Brother John : give us more time to shoot
Korac nac Vard: That was... odd
Korac nac Vard: More of em
Brother John : some crude jewelry
Sam Sork: Let me smash some then I could use the exercise.
Korac nac Vard: Just follow me then
Val : Follow your nose Sam.
Korac nac Vard: The dwarf's killed them
Brother John : Good job
Korac nac Vard: Let's see
Brother John : Press on?
Korac nac Vard: We're climbing again
Val : aye,
Korac nac Vard: So, think we go and turn it around
Brother John : Hmm
Brother John : Let's finish looking round this area
Korac nac Vard: ...
Korac nac Vard: Odd
Jered Nimblefingers: Your momma raised ya to become THIS?
Brother John : just some animals, lets leeave 'm be
Korac nac Vard: That's no animal I've ever saw before
Brother John : mage what did I tell you
Korac nac Vard: now come on
Brother John : stay at the back!
Brother John : *mutters*
Brother John : Let's leave the animals bee and head down to lower ground as that's our objective.
Val : cave here?
Brother John : bah
Korac nac Vard: I'm going to take a look
Brother John : probably more goblins
Val : Be careful
Korac nac Vard: *roars in fury*
Korac nac Vard: This one has a longbow and an axe
Korac nac Vard: Couple of curative potions
Brother John : anyone use the longbow? if not, we can take and sell it.
Val : Not I.
Brother John : Let's move on then
Korac nac Vard: I don't
Sam Sork: Is that the way?
Brother John : think so
Brother John : the river runs out this way
Sam Sork: Help!
Handel Be'dwa: Thank you Korac, I do not know this section
Korac nac Vard: GAH
Korac nac Vard: Did you take leave of your senses?!
Brother John : We'll camp here once everyones here
Korac nac Vard: I'm going to look for a path around
Brother John : *shrugs and waits*
Sam Sork: Who's idea was that?
Brother John : saw the river and decided to strike out for it.
Brother John : tired of this endless bog
Sam Sork: No I mean the quicksand part.
Korac nac Vard: There
Brother John : Guess that just part of the risk
Korac nac Vard: Got through much better off than you did.
Brother John : Everyone rested and ready to press on?
Val : aye.
Sam Sork: Sure but no more quicksand.
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Action resumes on the edge of the swamps
Brother John: Right then.... Shall we continue? Shall we try heading down the river? Might lead to civilization.
Korac nac Vard: When in doubt...
Brother John : Jered, lead Sam along and don't dwaddle.
Val : I've got that 4# stick still -- not sure if we need it, but better safe than sorry.
Brother John : Good
Sam Sork: No more quicksand if I may ask.
Brother John : Let's hope not
Korac nac Vard: big cats ahead
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : least it's not swampy
Brother John : That went well enough
Sam Sork: Lion? Panther? What kind of cat was that?
Val : Big cat, Sam, BIG cat.
Sam Sork: Can we save the skin?
Brother John : Seems to be a path over to our left.
Sam Sork: It makes good fur.
Korac nac Vard: if we wanted to takt he time to skin em
Korac nac Vard: but
Korac nac Vard: I find I want to get off this mountain more
Brother John : I'm not much of a hunter so dont know much of that myself.
Sam Sork: It's worth gold too sometimes.
Korac nac Vard: Hold here, I'm going to check that path
Val : Don't look at me -- I don't even have a knife.
Brother John : Seem a bit hacked up by our warriors handiwork
Korac nac Vard: *shakes his head*
Korac nac Vard: don't bother
Brother John : oh?
Korac nac Vard: It leads back back up the mountain
Brother John : *frowns*
Val : At least we didn't have to go all the way around to figure it out.
Brother John : ah here's another path
Jered Nimblefingers: I can't believe it. We made it.
Jered Nimblefingers: I'm stunned. I thought we were done for.
Jered Nimblefingers: I think I see a wagon and some oxen ahead.
Brother John : Ah this looks promising!
Korac nac Vard: Come!
Korac nac Vard: *laughs*
Korac nac Vard: We're finally down!
Brother John : Look, a campfire
Sam Sork: Never can tell who is Val and who is Nuli. You amke the same 'cling cling' sounds and you do smell about the same.
Val : Not with two dwur in your company Jered.
Maldo Aseph: Be warned I can defend myself. Are you friend or foe?
Korac nac Vard: I am a friend. I mean you no harm.
Maldo Aseph: In that case I am Menlo. Who are you and where do you come from?
Korac nac Vard: I am Korac I just came down from that mountain.
Maldo Aseph: Down the mountain? I find that hard to believe.
Korac nac Vard: Are you accusing me of lying?
Maldo Aseph: No, not at all, it's just I have heard of men travelling up the mountain, but never down.
Brother John : *smiles and listens*
Korac nac Vard: Why are you here?
Maldo Aseph: I am a merchant. I was recently trading with the Kharg and have stopped to rest for a bit before continuing the journey home.
Jered Nimblefingers: I think I see a wagon and some oxen ahead.
Korac nac Vard: Who are the Kharg?
Maldo Aseph: You are standing on the Land of the Kharg, a tribe of humans who herd and train horses. They live on these plains, although at this time of year they are much further north.
Korac nac Vard: You mentioned men travelling up the mountain? What do you know about this?
Maldo Aseph: Kharg tribesmen are sent up as punishment for severe crimes, a few other Kharg have travelled up the mountain willingly, looking for the 'Serpent's Eye', its supposed to be a gem or artifact of some sort. None have ever returned.
Sam Sork: Merchant here?
Korac nac Vard: What do you know about the Eye of the Serpent?
Maldo Aseph: Not much, some Kharg tribesmen have travelled up the mountain willingly, looking for the 'Serpent's Eye', its supposed to be a gem or artifact of some sort. None have ever returned.
Brother John : Hmm
Korac nac Vard: I don't think they are ever going to find the 'Serpent's Eye'.
Maldo Aseph: Oh, why is that?
Brother John : Perhaps
Korac nac Vard: I think the 'Serpent's Eye' is an island further down that river. When you get high enough up the mountain, the river you are camped near, looks like a snake. Further downstream is an island with a strange glint that looks like a snakes head and eye.
Maldo Aseph: Fascinating. So the tribesmen have been travelling up the mountain all these years in search of something that does not exist, at least not on the mountain it doesn't. Are you going to the Eye?
Korac nac Vard: Yes.
Maldo Aseph: Well I plan to rest here for a bit, then travel back to home. I will wait here a few days for you to return from the Eye of the Serpent.. If you return we can travel together. Feel free to rest here, or if you'd like to trade a bit, I am fairly well stocked.
Brother John : Excellent
Korac nac Vard: Well boys, rest up
Maldo Aseph: Hello there Korac. What can I do for you?
Sam Sork: So there is a road here?
Korac nac Vard: I am interested in trading with you.
Val : There is a wagon, Sam ... don't see no road.
Brother John : have a few things to sell, then we can see about resupply ourselves.
Sam Sork: What .... ah a bull.
Sam Sork: Ah yes
Sam Sork: We found this mirror...
Sam Sork: 17 Gold I don't know let me ask.
Brother John : *sells assorted baubles and a few odd weapons*
Sam Sork: You think it's a good price?
Brother John : take what you can get.
Val : Aye, good price -- unless we be needin' a mirror.
Sam Sork: Wait... This tapestry how much? 136 gold...
Brother John : I got about 250 odd coins for what I sold.
Val : *whistles*
Sam Sork: No no more things.
Korac nac Vard: anyone need anything?
Sam Sork: So he gave me 17+136 gold. 153 is it?
Brother John : well let's pool and divide what we got and then folks can decide on how to spend it.
Korac nac Vard: alright, let's see
Brother John : Suggest some supplies and healing.
Val : Whoa -- Blue quartz worth 346! Perhaps one of you others should try?
Korac nac Vard: I was able to procure 2256 gold
Sam Sork: Must be 175 here.
Brother John : *shrugs* I'm no mean trader.
Val : Most anyone has to be better than I am.
Sam Sork: Thank you Merchant Sir let me speak with my fellow companions here.
Val : Well, exceptin' Sam I suppose.
Brother John : Well Korac you want to pool and divide the gold?
Korac nac Vard: Sure
Sam Sork: * Drop a bag of gold * Take it.
Sam Sork: Who's doing the trade?
Korac nac Vard: I will
Brother John : Um Korac will pool and divide our shares.
Brother John : Then we can buy what we want.
Korac nac Vard: After we get supplies or anything
Korac nac Vard: Do kinda need those
Sam Sork: Ah Korac all you need is sharp tongue.
Brother John : I'd recommend we buy some of those as we're able to carry them.
Korac nac Vard: Sam
Sam Sork: Yeah?
Korac nac Vard: Care to participate in the pooling?
Sam Sork: I gave my gold already.
Brother John : He already dropped what he had.
Korac nac Vard: Oh
Korac nac Vard: I thought that was Val
Brother John : that's what you picked up
Korac nac Vard: I apologize
Sam Sork: Who took my gold then?
Sam Sork: Jered did you see?
Korac nac Vard: More than likely I just misheard who spoke
Brother John : Korac did
Korac nac Vard: alright, we have...
Korac nac Vard: 3031 gold
Sam Sork: Ah never mind.
Korac nac Vard: what do we need?
Val : I think I'm about as good as i'm going to get.
Sam Sork: Horses?
Brother John : Buy at least 3 or 4 supply kits.
Korac nac Vard: Who's going to carry them?
Brother John : Need to use one now to replace my spells.
Brother John : I can carry one other one.
Val : Aye -- need a mule for them.
Sam Sork: A few barrels of dwarven ale.
Brother John : Any of the rest of you have spare room for supplies.
Sam Sork: Salted meat. Flour?
Val : Good Idea Sam!
Sam Sork: No we can't bake here.
Sam Sork: Ah more arrows may be.
Korac nac Vard: Anyways
Korac nac Vard: Val, pardon me
Korac nac Vard: John, there's your kit
Brother John : and you got one we can use right now as well?
Korac nac Vard: He also has rings of protection
Korac nac Vard: I have another
Brother John : Well we should divide what we have left over after supplies and then folks can spend what they want or can afford.
Korac nac Vard: Do we need healing kits?
Korac nac Vard: or potions as part of the supplies?
Brother John : people can choose what healing supplies they want themselves.
Korac nac Vard: alright
Korac nac Vard: let me see
Korac nac Vard: ok
Sam Sork: I think I have three potions.
Brother John : *sets up a campfire*
Sam Sork: What's all that for?
Sam Sork: * take bags of gold *
Val : ugh! Thanks!
Korac nac Vard: 750 each.
Maldo Aseph: Hello there Val. What can I do for you?
Val: Nothing right now. Thanks.
Maldo Aseph: Hello there Val. What can I do for you?
Val: I am interested in trading with you.
Sam Sork: Ah not easy to buy what you cannot see.
Korac nac Vard: Alright
Korac nac Vard: Jared, help Sam out
Brother John : Thanks for the supplies but able to get some myself with our coin.
Val : ah great -- I got me a bag that help releive the weight.
Sam Sork: Do we need more supply kits?
Korac nac Vard: Nah, we should be fine
Korac nac Vard: Sam, over here
Sam Sork: Bandages?
Brother John : I've got one.
Brother John : Korac, you have one?
Korac nac Vard: I think we'll be fine Sam, focus on what you want.
Korac nac Vard: Yea
Sam Sork: Me? nothing.
Brother John : Sam you carrying any supplies?
Sam Sork: I have the bare minimum.
Sam Sork: No food left.
Brother John : you have room to carry a couple then?
Sam Sork: Sure.
Brother John : I can give you the gold for one.
Val : I've still got 1 supply kit as well.
Sam Sork: Oh right
Korac nac Vard: I'll check downriver a bit.
Brother John : I bought one and you can carry it.
Korac nac Vard: Don't worry, iw on't fight anything
Sam Sork: I can take a few more if need be.
Brother John : If you have space for another, get one.
Brother John : or more
Brother John : Can never have too many supplies onhand.
Sam Sork: Thank you.
Sam Sork: I have five of these now.
Korac nac Vard: Not far now.
Val : Well, if you can't move ... that would be too many I think.
Brother John : Woah, that's a bit.
Sam Sork: You want these healing kits?
Korac nac Vard: I think we're good then
Brother John : Don't load yourselves down too much.
Sam Sork: Right.
Brother John : If you can walk at full speed, that's fine.
Val : Aye -- we be needin' to pack some loot back eh?
Brother John : Right
Val : Should have bartered for this ox instead of the bag ...
Sam Sork: So that healing thing can I eat if I'm hungry?
Korac nac Vard: I don't think he'd trade
Brother John : Shall we carry on down the river to this Eye?
Val : Aye ... likely you are right Brother John.
Korac nac Vard: I'm good
Sam Sork: It's like bandages? Too bad.
Sam Sork: Oh his got keys we need keys?
Brother John : Keys?
Korac nac Vard: Keys?
Sam Sork: Locksmith keys.
Korac nac Vard: I think we'll be fine
Val : I got me a hammer -- almost as good.
Brother John : Let's move on.
Sam Sork: Thank you. we'll be going. You take care many goblins around here.
Korac nac Vard: Come on then.a
Brother John : We'll trust to Jered's natural skill, if needed.
Korac nac Vard: I'll show you the path
Korac nac Vard: Careful
Brother John : Hmm
Brother John : *stops and eyes water*
Val : hmmm ... I need longer legs I'm thinking.
Val : ah ... just enough.
Arn Flowmane: Do not set foot on this island or you will die you worthless maggot eating unbeliever!
Arn Flowmane: You slimy piece of worm ridden filth, be gone or I will cast you into the netherworld.
Sam Sork: Who's fighting?
Brother John : *frowns*
Korac nac Vard: Unbeliever?
Brother John : not very friendly fellow.
Val : He challenged and attacked ... I think.
Korac nac Vard: *slips the jewelry into an ivory case*
Korac nac Vard: Well
Korac nac Vard: I
Korac nac Vard: Let's look around.
Brother John : Indeed.
Brother John : Hopefully, not everyone is so unfriendly.
Sam Sork: You do that.
Korac nac Vard: hmm...
Val : They be hiding something here .. I can feel it.
Korac nac Vard: Crazy cult...
Korac nac Vard: Has to be
Korac nac Vard: Ah, that's what I wanted to see
Korac nac Vard: Hmm...
Brother John : what?
Sam Sork: Door?
Korac nac Vard: wanted to check it over first
Korac nac Vard: Hello...
Val : Can't believe he called me 'worm ridden filth!" Bugger.
Korac nac Vard: I don't get it
Korac nac Vard: Nice hit Sam
Sam Sork: Ah big snake it seems.
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: Hey, Val
Val : Aye, who would have expected that?
Korac nac Vard: Read this, would you?
Jered Nimblefingers: The runes on this obelisk is in the language of dwarfs.
Korac nac Vard: I never learned Dwarven
Obelisk: You are examining an old obelisk covered with dwarf runes.
Brother John: *Attempt to translate them.*
Obelisk: The runes read as follows:
'...pool
...in flame
...door of crystal
...Eye of the Serpent
...Beloved it is, and who has not trekked the heights to see the snake's true bright beacon.'
Brother John : *reads the runes slowly aloud for the others*
Korac nac Vard: You can read Dwarf?
Korac nac Vard: Not that it really helps if we can't make heads or tails of it.
Sam Sork: Ah is that a riddle?
Korac nac Vard: hmmm
Val : It reads:"... pool; ... in flame; ...door of crystal;
Korac nac Vard: GUYS!
Obelisk: You are examining an old obelisk covered with dwarf runes.
Korac nac Vard: GET OVER HERE
Sam Sork: Fire?
Korac nac Vard: Watch your step, Sam
Korac nac Vard: What a time to rely on a blind ork...
Brother John : *slowly copies runes*
Val : "...Eye of the Serpent; ...Beloved it is, and who has not trekked the heights to see tthe snake's true bright beacon."
Korac nac Vard: Hey
Korac nac Vard: I found something
Korac nac Vard: You might want to take a look at it
Sam Sork: What's burning over there?
Val : Mean anything to any of you?
Korac nac Vard: Water.
Sam Sork: Korac what was that fire?
Korac nac Vard: Probably a magical effect or some natural alcohol.
Korac nac Vard: ...
Korac nac Vard: What is up with them?
Korac nac Vard: John
Korac nac Vard: Val
Val : aye
Sam Sork: Eh you still figure that riddle?
Korac nac Vard: Secret door sound interesting to you?
Val : indeed ... you find one?
Korac nac Vard: Yes
Sam Sork: Near that fire?
Brother John : *finishes copying and reads over notes slowly*
Korac nac Vard: Yea, Sam, I'll guide ya
Val : Are you sure it is a "secret"? Perhaps it is a trap?
Korac nac Vard: *takes the Ork's arm*
Korac nac Vard: I'll go first then
Brother John : *reads aloud*
Brother John : Pool of water in flame of fire....
Sam Sork: At least now we know how to go back. Lucky we met this merchant.
Brother John : door of crystal glass barrier
Korac nac Vard: Stay here Sam
Sam Sork: Where are you going?
Brother John : Thinks we want that door.
Sam Sork: There's really a door here.
Korac nac Vard: You gotta see this
Val : Well, here be a pool of flame and crystal barrier.
Korac nac Vard: Or hear, for Sam
Sam Sork: Smells like a cavern.
Korac nac Vard: Wonder how they missed this so many times
Val : Nice place!
Korac nac Vard: ... skeleton... snakes.
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: lots of em
Jered Nimblefingers: Gotcha
Korac nac Vard: Little late there.
Korac nac Vard: Grr... stirges...
Korac nac Vard: Little bloodsucking...
Brother John : Korac
Val : Just the one?
Brother John : you should let them come to us
Brother John : not all of us are as fast as you
Korac nac Vard: didn't think on that.
Unknown Speaker: At the bottom of this shaft is another cave, littered with bones of all shapes and sizes. As you watch, one of several sheep skulls moves a little and a small, iridescent snake slithers lazily out through one of the eye-sockets. Apparently unaware of your presence, it winds its way between the other bones and passes from view.
Korac nac Vard: A snake down there
Brother John : also give time to use bows and such on them
Korac nac Vard: and waterfalls
Sam Sork: Are these natural caves or made ones?
Korac nac Vard: nothing forward
Val : They look natura.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : this shaft, ignore or press on?
Val : Not this hole naturally.
Sam Sork: But Korac said the dorrs was hidden, right? Why would that be?
Korac nac Vard: Nothing forward
Korac nac Vard: I say we go down!
Sam Sork: Down we can go down?
Brother John : Let's attack the snake from here first.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : Guess we climb down then if we're going to look down there.
Korac nac Vard: yea
Brother John : all agreed?
Sam Sork: We must have killed the mother snake already.
Val : Right.
Jered Nimblefingers: Snakes, it had to be snake.
Nuli Scher: To hell with you, hideous fiend!
Val : Never much cared for snakes.
Sam Sork: You make soup.
Korac nac Vard: Thanks
Korac nac Vard: Huh.
Korac nac Vard: Got a way to go on
Sam Sork: Are you tired?
Korac nac Vard: ... Val, you'll have to take point
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : our mage was our torch bearer
Korac nac Vard: Exactly
Korac nac Vard: Val should be fine here though
Brother John : should've memorized some light.
Val : I can see if that is what you mean.
Korac nac Vard: yea
Korac nac Vard: you take point
Brother John : We will follow you
Val : Of course Sam doesn't know the difference.
Brother John : Val : Which way?
Korac nac Vard: Pick
Val : door here.
Sam Sork: I feel stronger.
Korac nac Vard: makes me wish I had picked up one of those light rings from the merchant
Val : grey dwur!
Korac nac Vard: What's the probl...
Korac nac Vard: I see.
Brother John : *frowns*
Korac nac Vard: Let me at them.
Korac nac Vard: Even the children attack?
Val : School?
Sam Sork: Any more?
Sam Sork: Goblins?
Brother John : you outta have jered stand back and use darts or what not
Korac nac Vard: Grey Dwarfs.
Val : Only females and young ones -- you know there has to be more.
Korac nac Vard: I almost feel bad
Brother John : don't need him in the melee and will have to waste healing on him.
Sam Sork: Really? Don't like to fight these. no honor in that.
Brother John : little serpents grow up into big ones.
Sam Sork: Jered still have your darts?
Jered Nimblefingers: I still think we're going to die.
Sam Sork: "I want to change your tactics."
Jered Nimblefingers: Fine. I don't see what good it will do, but I will try.
Sam Sork: "I would like you to maintain a ranged weapon attack."
Jered Nimblefingers: Very well.
Jered Nimblefingers: Fine. I don't see what good it will do, but I will try.
Val : But they would not let us pass Sam -- you saw how they faught -- er, well you know what I mean.
Sam Sork: "I want to change the distance you stay away from me."
Jered Nimblefingers: "Okay. Umm... where do you want me?"
Sam Sork: "Keep a medium distance."
Jered Nimblefingers: "Done!"
Jered Nimblefingers: Fine. I don't see what good it will do, but I will try.
Sam Sork: "I don't want to change anything else right now."
Jered Nimblefingers: I still think we're going to die.
Sam Sork: "Never mind."
Sam Sork: Yes don't come too close.
Korac nac Vard: Let's go, this room holds nothing for us then.
Val : Someone gather the loot?
Korac nac Vard: Unless you need use of a commode.
Brother John : You searched it?
Val : common chain.
Korac nac Vard: I looked around.
Brother John : very well
Brother John : Val take point
Val : someone ahead.
Brother John : Jered, come on
Korac nac Vard: Let us go meet them, then
Sam Sork: I found some armors.
Linden: The tiny creature hops up and down speaking in strange chirps, buzzes, clicks and half words than you do not understand. It points wildly about, but you can make no sense of what it's trying to say.
Val : what in the hells?
Korac nac Vard: I don't understand.
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: Who's that?
Brother John : some little fellow
Korac nac Vard: What a day to not have our mage
Brother John : can't make heads or tales out of what he's on about though.
Korac nac Vard: This statue has some odd potion draughts in it.
Brother John: Follow me.
Linden: The tiny man nods.
Sam Sork: I have two cahin shirts. a bit heavy.
Val : Are you sure?
Sam Sork: * chain
Korac nac Vard: Want to see it?
Brother John : *shrugs*
Brother John : Dont know what it is either
Korac nac Vard: There was at least one more room.
Val : aye.
Korac nac Vard: *frowns at the dark cooridor*
Korac nac Vard: Odd
Korac nac Vard: *picks up some bolts*
Brother John : nothing
Korac nac Vard: I found three... oddly shaped bolts
Brother John : some sorta supply room
Val : Here are the males.
Sam Sork: More foes?
Brother John : Lets not open doors till all are ready shall we?
Korac nac Vard: TEMPUS!
Val : Fine -- I'll follow you from now on.
Brother John : move out of the way
Korac nac Vard: chainmail, a fine spear
Brother John : I can't see the henchman
Sam Sork: Who can carry things?
Korac nac Vard: I wont' take their armor
Korac nac Vard: too much effort, too little reward
Sam Sork: I see
Korac nac Vard: The spear, though, is good
Korac nac Vard: It deals more damage to orcs and giants
Sam Sork: Yeah?
Korac nac Vard: Yea
Brother John : We can sort it later, unless someone wishes to use it.
Sam Sork: No.
Korac nac Vard: I use a blade, not a spear
Sam Sork: Like my staff.
Brother John : anything else?
Korac nac Vard: Spears are for hunting boars, not for fights.
Korac nac Vard: regular spears.
Korac nac Vard: A trap
Korac nac Vard: hold
Korac nac Vard: JARED
Brother John : get Jered
Sam Sork: I used to smash pumpkins.
Brother John : finally
Korac nac Vard: Interesting
Val : ah the old bolt through the heart trick.
Korac nac Vard: Hello
Korac nac Vard: A dwarven cult!
Sam Sork: They don't smell dwarven... They do but somehow not the same.
Korac nac Vard: Interesting
Korac nac Vard: John, you're more of a lore keeper than I
Brother John : *nod and takes book, paging thru it*
Brother John : Right then,
Korac nac Vard: At least we know what the small thing was
Brother John : Guess we head back then.
Sam Sork: They smell like "muddy dwarves".
Val : aye ...
Korac nac Vard: We can head back to the merchant and leave for civilization
Korac nac Vard: or stay
Korac nac Vard: and search
Korac nac Vard: There's another path
Brother John : Might as well check that
Korac nac Vard: Val
Korac nac Vard: Let your eyes guide us.
Val : aye -- I'm following John -- don't want to open any doors.
Korac nac Vard: *sighs*
Korac nac Vard: Fine, I'll go first
Korac nac Vard: but if we get ambushed, it's your fault.
Val : Nay, I can't see those sorts of things anyways.
Korac nac Vard: It leads down.
Brother John : lets go then
Sam Sork: Which way?
Brother John : Korac don't run too far ahead
Korac nac Vard: Got another gate
Korac nac Vard: Huh.
Brother John : Wait for Sam.
Korac nac Vard: I am.
Korac nac Vard: I'll go check on him
Korac nac Vard: SAM
Korac nac Vard: This way
Sam Sork: Ah
Sam Sork: * yawn *
Korac nac Vard: Was... was that it?
Sam Sork: We are outside?
Brother John : a back door
Brother John : indeed
Korac nac Vard: Well, we solved the mystery at least
Brother John : well check out what we found
Sam Sork: Where are you?
Maldo Aseph: Hello there Brother John. What can I do for you?
Brother John: I am interested in trading with you.
Sam Sork: We got back pretty fast.
Brother John : We have anything else of interest to sell or dispose of?
Korac nac Vard: The statue can be sold
Brother John : sell it then
Val : just this stick.
Sam Sork: We should go get the others in the haunted tower...
Korac nac Vard: I'm not heading back.
Sam Sork: Abandon them?
Val : aye -- three or four times was enough.
Korac nac Vard: I don't know the way.
Brother John : *nods* They'll have to find their own way down.
Brother John : Korac you finished selling loot?
Korac nac Vard: What I had
Korac nac Vard: if anyone else has anything, I'll sell it
Brother John : I think you picked up everything
Sam Sork: Leave no man behind... who said that before?
Korac nac Vard: and then divide what we have
Brother John : They left us.
Korac nac Vard: Val, Sam?
Korac nac Vard: Anything to sell?
Brother John : We can't be responsible for those who choose to wander off on their own.
Val : I only had that stick.
Korac nac Vard: alright
Korac nac Vard: Sam?
Sam Sork: Sorry I dropped the armors you said they are not worth the trouble.
Korac nac Vard: That's fine
Korac nac Vard: Alright then
Korac nac Vard: hmm
Korac nac Vard: let's see
Korac nac Vard: there's 3 bags each and then...
Korac nac Vard: 75... ok
Sam Sork: But I disagree about the mage and the priest. We said a scouting party should be smaller and that you two priests may argue about religion and that we should find a path home and I believe get everybody home.
Sam Sork: Or Jered would you take me back to the tower?
Val : Thanks!
Brother John : Your choice of course, but this trader is leaving soon for Waterdeep.
Korac nac Vard: hmm
Korac nac Vard: How long do you think it'd take to make it to them?
Sam Sork: Well all we need is a map.
Brother John : May want to see what he has to sell.
Korac nac Vard: Hmm
Val : Are you kidding? Jered would never go back there -- what make you think they are there anyway? The mage was with us until just before we came here?
Korac nac Vard: That book might have directions
Sam Sork: As I remember after the lizard 'incident' we decided that some of us should stay there until we find a way home.
Korac nac Vard: As I remember, they caused the lizard incident
Sam Sork: No that was our rogue friend.
Korac nac Vard: Really?
Sam Sork: Not you Jered.
Korac nac Vard: Ah well. How's about this?
Korac nac Vard: You guys head on with the caravan and I'll meet up with you on the road
Korac nac Vard: The wilderness isn't too hard for one of my living
Sam Sork: Anyway I certainly cannot do this alone but I'd rather not have people die of hunger or what knnow if they can be saved on my conscience.
Korac nac Vard: and I'll go see to the two
Brother John : I suppose, if you wanna do that.
Sam Sork: Well you get my meaning
Brother John : You can catch up with up on the road; oxen don't move all that quickly.
Korac nac Vard: Exactly
Sam Sork: Jered you up for this? Or shall I go with the dwarves?
Korac nac Vard: Sam
Sam Sork: Yeah?
Korac nac Vard: You stay with the caravan with everyone else
Korac nac Vard: I'll head back up for them by myself
Brother John : RIght you'd just slow Korac down.
Sam Sork: So you all agree to let these people die?
Val : heh -- be careful.
Korac nac Vard: I'm heading up the mountain
Korac nac Vard: to get them
Brother John : Korac will go back and find them
Korac nac Vard: I'll meet you on the road
Sam Sork: Ah I see. Thank you.
Brother John : and guide them down.
Brother John : If they haven't made it down on their own already.
Korac nac Vard: Yea
Brother John : Very well then.
Val : Right ... that is what I am thinking as well.
Brother John : Korac, we'll see you on the road.
Korac nac Vard: Yea
Korac nac Vard: Save me some beer
Val : aye.
Sam Sork: That's the most incredible thing that ever happened to me. Taken by large birds to some nest and now here in some snake temple thing.
Val : Aye Sam -- prhaps you'll become a famous bard with all your fantastic tales.
And so, the party joins the caraven and heads on to the legendary city of Waterdeep in search of further adventure.
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Drow Assassin: I must report... if I am to please Jaluk...
Drow Assassin: The entrance should be unguarded yet...
Drow Assassin: Well well... my sleep-bolts still last long.
Drow Assassin: Pitiful rivvil, all the same. They fear the darkness, blind 'til it's too late.
Drow Assassin: Easy as slaying Rothe' for a festival, I can't believe that was the 'reknowned' Waterdeep Royal Guards all speak of with such fear.
Drow Assassin: Nau...what's that?...
Royal Arcanist: Foolish Drow, did you really think you could escape...
Drow Assassin: Aghh!!!
Royal Arcanist: You underestimate Waterdeep's vigilance.
Drow Assassin: Accursed wizard... You shall suffer for that old man!
Royal Arcanist: Still in denial I see! A fool never learns...
Royal Arcanist: I'll not toy with you any further... you are beaten darkelf; give up your foolish attempts to escape.
Drow Assassin: Darkness take you all! How can rivvil magic hold me?!
Drow Assassin: Nau...Can't...MOVE!?
Royal Arcanist: Commander Oltec! I have found you a drow spy!
Oltec, Captian of the Guard: Very good, we shall interrogate him in the dungeon. Guards take the drow to the dungeon and prepare him.
Royal Guard: Aye Sir!
Royal Guard: Yes Sir!
Drow Assassin: You interfere in events you can't imagine, wael wizard. You shall see!
Darick Anders: *looks around*
Sam Sork: Had a dream about a drow...
Piergeiron's Daughter: You see a beautiful young woman.
Piergeiron's Daughter: Greetings Cleric. My father, Piergeiron the Paladinson, awaits you in the council chambers.
Brother John: Thank you my lady.
Danilo Thann: Here is the Hero you requested my lord
Brother John : Wonder what they want?
Piergeiron: Thank you Danillo... Please come forward, speak with me for a moment.
Darick Anders: *shrugs* Go ask him.
Val : Nice weapons ...
Piergeiron: Thank you for coming on such short notice Brother John. I have summoned you here today for a very important task, one of the utmost importance. Are you interested in hearing more?
Sam Sork: Hello.
Brother John: I am honored to be called upon by the Lords of Waterdeep. How may I be of service to you my lord?
Piergeiron: I am Piergeiron, the Warden of Waterdeep and Commander of the City Watch. And to my right is Danilo Thann, a former adventurer and now a mentor to the lords of waterdeep.
Brother John: It's nice to meet you.
Piergeiron: (Your meeting with the Lord of Waterdeep is suddenly interrupted by Khelben Blackstaff teleporting in.) Khelben, glad you could make it.
Khelben Blackstaff: Sorry I'm late my lord, there was an urgent matter that required my immediate attention.
Piergeiron: This is Brother John, he has answered our call for help and will attempt to seek out the evil that has befallen our great city. Brother John, this is Khelben Blackstaff, mystic advisor and Archmage to the Lords of Waterdeep.
Darick Anders: *mutters* Damned wizards...
Brother John: It's a great honor to meet you Khelben.
Piergeiron: Let me begin by telling you about what has happened in the past few days. Two nights ago Oltec, Captain of the Guard, captured a Drow spy. Under interrogation, the Drow revealed a very disturbing plan.
Piergeiron: He claimed to be working for an evil crime lord.
Piergeiron: Supposedly, this evil crime lord magically teleported this drow into the city to spy on the Lords of Waterdeep. For what purpose, we do not yet know.
Piergeiron: This evil crime lord did not have the capability to teleport the spy back. When the drow spy tried to make his way back to his master, he was captured and interrogated.
Piergeiron: This is why you were called upon and are now needed for a most important quest. We are not sure who this evil being is or what his intentions are. So we need you to begin your quest and find out anything you can about this crime lord.
Piergeiron: Once you find this evil being it will be up to you to find a way to stop him from fulfilling whatever plans he has for Waterdeep.
Piergeiron: You are hereby granted full rights of passage to the city of Waterdeep, and given full right to slay any who dare interfere with your mission while acting under the name of the Lords of Waterdeep.
Piergeiron: Mind you this, friend: your journey shall not be an easy one. It is certain to be full of danger and you will most likely encounter creatures of all sorts. So be mindful of your surroundings at all times.
Piergeiron: Take this gold and visit Nebin in the room beyond. He has been given instructions to help you in any way he can.
Piergeiron: Do you have anything you would like to ask me?
Brother John: Yes I do. Could you explain to me again about the Drow spy?
Piergeiron: Two nights ago a Drow spy was captured by Oltec, Captain of the Guard. Under interrogation, the drow revealed a disturbing plan.
Piergeiron: He claimed to be working for an evil crime lord.
Piergeiron: Supposedly, this evil crime lord magically teleported this drow into the city to spy on the Lords of Waterdeep.
Piergeiron: This evil crime lord did not have the capability to teleport the spy back. When the drow spy tried to make his way back to his master, he was captured and interrogated.
Brother John: Understood my Lord, thank you for clearing that up for me.
Piergeiron: Do you have anything you would like to ask me?
Brother John: If I may ask my Lord, why me?
Piergeiron: The heroism you displayed at Neverwinter is well known through out the lands. The courage you displayed at Neverwinter is unsurpassed. Khelben believes you are the only one that has a chance of defeating this evil, and I also believe this to be true.
Brother John: I appreciate your faith in me my Lord. I shall not fail you.
Piergeiron: Do you have anything you would like to ask me?
Brother John: Where can I buy some supplies before I go?
Piergeiron: Take the first door on the right side as you leave. Nebin will be sure to help you.
Brother John: I shall visit him as soon as I'm done here. Thank you.
Piergeiron: Do you have anything you would like to ask me?
Brother John: 1500 gold doesn't seem like enough money for such an important quest my Lord. Could I please have some more gold?
Piergeiron: It's not?!! What is this world coming too when hired heroes start haggling with the Lord of Waterdeep like a common merchant? How much more gold are you requiring?
Brother John: How does another 200 gold sound to you?
Piergeiron: 200 it is, I guess it wont hurt to give you a little extra for your troubles.
Brother John: Thank you my Lord, you won't regret it.
Piergeiron: Do you have anything else you would like to ask me?
Darick Anders: *grins*
Brother John: No my Lord, I have all the information I need, thank you.
Brother John : Well friends, shall we visit this supplier of goods?
Darick Anders: Aye.
Val : aye!
Nebin: Hi! I'm Nebin, and this is my shop. The Warden has asked me to help you in any way I can. There are some items around the room for you to take to help you get started.
Brother John: It's nice to meet you Nebin. I'm Brother John.
Nebin: How can I help you today Brother John?
Brother John: I would like to look at what you have to offer.
Nebin: Hi! I'm Nebin, and this is my shop. The Warden has asked me to help you in any way I can. There are some items around the room for you to take to help you get started.
Darick Anders: It's nice to meet you Nebin. I'm Darick.
Nebin: How can I help you today Darick?
Darick Anders: I would like to look at what you have to offer.
Sam Sork: I have plenty of gold. Take some Brother if you need.
Val : Wonder if he'd be willing to buy his own stuff back?
Val : Some nice boots on the shelf here.
Val : And a wand here.
Val : and a bag here.
Sam Sork: Sometimes all you need is a large bag.
Val : A scroll here.
Darick Anders: *eyes a gold amulet* Hmm...
Val : nice bolts here ... and arrows too.
Sam Sork: * w* Val you stealing?
Darick Anders: Better not be.
Val : Nope -- he offered this stuff to help. Haven't taken any of it though.
Val : Commission letter here.
Val : Grabbed a copy for myself.
Darick Anders: Don't spend all of our coin, Brother John.
Nebin: How can I help you today Val?
Val: What can you tell me about the past few days?
Nebin: Bad times these are: first the Drow spy shows up and now people and guards are disappearing into the sewers.
Val: Who has disappeared?
Nebin: Many of the sewer workers have gone missing. Now, the remainder of the workers who toiled in the sewers are too afraid to go back down there and work; the sewers are in chaos and no one knows why. The Lords of Waterdeep have sealed the Sewers till further notice.
Sam Sork: I still have five bags so we can spend I suppose.
Val: Fear not Nebin, I will soon find out what is going on down there and put a stop to it, if I can.
Nebin: I fear for your safety lad; please be careful in the sewers Val. They are a very dangerous place, and if you're not careful, you will get lost or fall into a pit and die. Starving to death in a pit is bad. Never done it myself, but I hear it's nasty. Or would be. From people that almost did... but got better.
.... Trust me on this, eh?
Val: I shall take your advice and do just that. Thank you for your concern.
Darick Anders: Yeah? Only got what I came into the city with.
Sam Sork: An old monk once told me that his wealth is in his heart not his purse.
Darick Anders: So like I said, don't spend all of our coin.
Val : ok -- anyone grabbing those bolts? If not, I will.
Sam Sork: Let me pick the equipment they provide and I will leave all my gold here.
Darick Anders: *stretches out new armor* This'll do nicely.
Darick Anders: Hey! Leave the nice man's...er gnomes, equipment alone.
Brother John: So, um, you all properly equipped?
Sam Sork: Who said we can take these?
Darick Anders: Yeah. Let's go.
Brother John: Maybe That person had to take them?
Sam Sork: Who?
Brother John : Person who talked to him
Brother John : anyways
Darick Anders: *waves a hand* No helping it now.
Brother John : Aren't we supposed to talk to someone before we head off?
Darick Anders: I thought we did.
Brother John : Take the gold, we may need it later.
Val : Not me -- spent all mine.
Darick Anders: *leans against the half-wall* You're the brains of the outfit, brother, you take it.
Brother John : Val you got permission so you take the gold out
Val : right.
Brother John : Then lets go see this wizard or whomever
Sam Sork: Oh we need to carry some letter?
Brother John : I have a copy of the letter
Val : 3000 coins -- pretty heavy.
Darick Anders: Have Sam carry some of it.
Brother John : You can change it at the money changer there
Sam Sork: I had about 600 not sure where the rest came from.
Brother John : for lighter trade goods
Brother John : Or we can use it to buy other stuff now
Brother John : Rings of protection are cheap here
Brother John : as are other goods
Brother John : so best place to stock ourselves if we have gold left
Darick Anders: Could use a better weapon...
Sam Sork: I cannot cary too much gold, five bags but not more.
Brother John : Indeed, lets not waste the opportunity to properly outfit ourselves.
Val : ok -- Sam doen't want the gold -- and it is too heavy for me -- putting it back into the trunk.
Darick Anders: Give it here.
Brother John : give it to one of us
Brother John : we can use it
Brother John : How much you need for a better weapon Darick?
Val : It is in the trunk -- help yourselvs.
Darick Anders: A little over 300.
Brother John : YOu need to get it out
Brother John : since you got permission
Val : I do?
Darick Anders: Oh no, I'm not opening that chest.
Darick Anders: 'sides, you're closest.
Val : ok -- Derek wants 300 -- anyone else?
Brother John : I'll take whatever's left
Val : *Darick
Brother John : I could use one or two other items yet
Darick Anders: I need a bit more than 300, say 310 to be safe.
Sam Sork: If we can buy all the marvels in the worls there will be no joy finding magical trinkets where we are going.
Darick Anders: You need to be ALIVE to even find those trinkets.
Sam Sork: Well the lord could send some knights or heroes there they must have assessed the danger before sending us.
Val : ah -- this guy sells the trade tokens ...
Darick Anders: Never trust lords.
Darick Anders: *tests the edge of his new sword* Yes, this'll do nicely.
Darick Anders: Shame the gnome doesn't have better bows.
Sam Sork: I found arrows and bolts in the cursed chest.
Val : oh -- and you use ranged weapons?
Val : Remind me to stay behind you!
Sam Sork: Hey I only wanted to be useful and collect the equipment they supposingly were providing for free.
Val : Right! Good on ya Sam!
Val : Do I dare pick up that bag on the crate?
Brother John : Well you talked to him, so go ahead
Val : hmm .. after all that time, I am the only one who "spoke" with him?
Sam Sork: I spoke with Neblin.
Darick Anders: *holds up his short bow in response to Val's question*
Val : There it is -- I have one so if you can tell what it does, it is yours!
Sam Sork: Is that a bag of flour?
Brother John : *shrugs*
Sam Sork: How far is that place?
Val : I'm going to grab these boots here.
Brother John : boots?
Val : aye -- not much, but better'n bare feet!
Brother John : *nods*
Brother John : Right then
Brother John : we got all the info and supplies we needed?
Darick Anders: *rubs face, stiffling a yawn*
Val : I think I am good.
Val : No sense dying with gold in yer' purse!
Brother John : Indeed
Darick Anders: No sense dying at all.
Brother John : Lets go see this wizard then.
Val : Didn't we already talk to him? Blackstaff?
Brother John : Did we?
Brother John : I think we just talked to the Lord.
Darick Anders: Don't think so.
Val : He was the dude that ported in -- told us to investigate the sewers?
Brother John : I thought we were supposed to talk with him further.
Darick Anders: If we're gonna, we best do it now.
Sam Sork: So we go to the sewers to look for Drow people?
Val : oh -- strange -- why didn't he just tell us everything to start with.
Brother John : *shrugs*
Darick Anders: To much teleporting, probably.
Brother John : Let's go check with him, then be off to look in the sewers
Val : Looking for the "evil". *gives Sam a glance*
Darick Anders: Uhm, he's out the other door.
Brother John : wrong way
Darick Anders: Damned bats.
Sam Sork: Bats?
Brother John : *calls* Come back
Darick Anders: Good hit.
Val : Aye -- nice feel to this hammer!
Sam Sork: Clear?
Val : Aye Sam -- were be Brother John?
Darick Anders: 'nother bat over here.
Darick Anders: Make that two.
Sam Sork: Can't see remember?
Brother John : we need to go talk with the wizard fore we go on
Darick Anders: Fine, let's talk to your wizard.
Val : Right -- hope we don't upset him.
Val : Tell him we killed the bats in the sewer.
Brother John : the others coming?
Val : I think Darick is trading agian.
Val : He found some things down there perhaps.
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: No offense, Sam, but your breath stinks.
Sam Sork: I do not think so.
Darick Anders: Still, I don't like your standing right behind me, it gives me the creeps.
Sam Sork: Why are we here?
Darick Anders: I'm shopping; you're creeping me out.
Sam Sork: I must follow one of you otherwise I cannot explore athing.
Val : ah here is one of 'em
Darick Anders: Right-o. Let's get going.
Val : and the other.
Brother John : Right
Darick Anders: Sorry, I foudn a few minor magical weapons. Sold them for better equipment.
Darick Anders: Well, I sold the short sword and kept the dagger.
Khelben Blackstaff: Greetings Brother John. I am Khelben Blackstaff, mystic advisor and Archmage to the Lords of Waterdeep.
Brother John: Its a pleasure to meet you at last, Lord Blackstaff. I have heard a lot about you and the great things you have done.
Khelben Blackstaff: Please call me Khelben, everyone does. Now that we have that out of the way I want to give you two potions of recall. Use them sparingly and only in time of need. Using a recall potion can save your life if you get into a tight spot, or you may wish to use one if you have need of a lost key that one of your companions may have lost during your travel. You will find a duplicate of the key inside the divining pool. But take note my friend, you will only find a duplicate of the key once one has been found first.
Brother John: Khelben it is, then. I am still unclear about a few things; can you help me sort them out?
Khelben Blackstaff: What would you like to know Brother John?
Brother John: I need a little more information about the Drow.
Khelben Blackstaff: Clearly he was not working alone, but no others have been found. We are still searching the city for anyone suspicious.
Brother John: Has the Drow said anything about his mission here?
Khelben Blackstaff: Not as of yet, but I am working on a powerful mind potion; when it's ready I shall use it on him and learn everything about him and his mission.
Brother John: I think you may find this Drow more resistant to that potion than you believe. I have heard tales of these Drow and their resistance to magic.
Khelben Blackstaff: Yes, they are a very difficult race to break, but I must do everything in my power to learn about this plot against our city.
Brother John: Can I ask you another question Khelben?
Khelben Blackstaff: What would you like to know Brother John?
Brother John: Do you know what happened to the adventurers who were sent before me? Have they been able to contact you?
Khelben Blackstaff: They have been gone now for over ten days; no one has seen or heard from any of them since they descended into the sewers.
Brother John: I see, so no-one really knows if they are alive or dead, and it's now up to me to figure out what has happened to them.
Khelben Blackstaff: I'm afraid so Brother John. If you do by chance find any of them alive, you might want to join up with them.
Brother John: I have a few questions more to ask you, do you mind?
Khelben Blackstaff: What would you like to know Brother John?
Brother John: Khelben, have you done an investigation and looked into this matter yourself?
Khelben Blackstaff: I have, and I'm afraid the news is not good, More than that, it is maddening and frustrating.
Brother John: Why is it so frustrating?
Khelben Blackstaff: During my investigation it became clear that the signs of evil are present, and growing.
Khelben Blackstaff: Before I started my investigation I heard rumors of assassins in the city, by Tethyr, in Waterdeep itself! I am not sure what to believe anymore.
Brother John: What else did your investigation turn up?
Khelben Blackstaff: I visited both Amn and Calimshan; these cities have given us trouble in the past. I suspected that our problems might be their doing, but I found no evidence of it.
Brother John: What about informants? You must have some informants that know something.
Khelben Blackstaff: My informants seem clear on this point: none have ever heard of this elusive evil crime lord. They all agree about one thing and that is these traces of evil are not from outside but from within.
Brother John: Within? But from where?
Khelben Blackstaff: There is only one place this evil being could hide. My magic did detect the evil, but not its source. All of our attempts to find its cause have been for naught.
Brother John: I ask again Khelben, from where?
Khelben Blackstaff: Where have we not yet looked my friend. Where is it the City Watch never patrols? Where would YOU hide from the Watch and the lords of Waterdeep with out leaving the area of the city?
Brother John: Please Khelben, no mind games, I am not very good at reading minds. Wait a moment, you don't suppose this evil being is hiding underground do you?
Khelben Blackstaff: (Khelben smiles)You are very perceptive Brother John, there is hope for you yet. Begin your search in the City Sewers. This is the only place we have not searched. And from all of the recent trouble in the sewers, I'd say that is a very good place to start.
Brother John: Khelben, you have been in the lower dungeons before...what can I expect down there?
Khelben Blackstaff: I'm afraid your journey will not be an easy one Brother John. The path ahead is full of danger. You will find traps of all sorts: some deadly, but others meant only to harass you.
Brother John: What about the indigenous life? What can you tell me of the creatures that now dwell there?
Khelben Blackstaff: Mostly undead dwell in the dungeons now, making the sewers their haven. Along with them you might find giant spiders or a variety of other common bugs there. I can't tell you much more then that; it's been years since I last traveled there. But expect the worst and assume nothing. Follow this rule, and it may save your life.
Sam Sork: * w * What if one of us could use that short sword? We should think as a team don't you think Darick?
Darick Anders: *looks at Sam* You're the one that put the gold away. As for the short sword, it wasn't as good as the ones the Gnome sold.
Brother John: Is there anything else you can remember before I go?
Khelben Blackstaff: Yes, there is one other thing: you may find the old Dwarven ruins on your way down, but the dwarves abandoned those great halls long ago. You may find some leftover treasure or magical items.
Brother John: Does anyone know where the dwarves went?
Khelben Blackstaff: No one knows for certain, but it was rumored they traveled to the Gray Peak Mountains. But that is just idle gossip: the dwarves are a very stoic people who care not for others and wish to be left alone to do their mining for gold and jewels. I doubt you will even see any along the way.
Brother John: Are there any last words of advice you can offer me before I leave?
Khelben Blackstaff: Remember to follow your instincts. Don't rush in or it could mean the end of you. Travel slowly and search everything.
Brother John: I will. Is there anything else you can offer me?
Khelben Blackstaff: Only that we wish you godspeed and may the fates generously guide your footsteps. Be well Brother John and remember my words. Farewell, Adventurer.
Brother John: Thank you Khelben, I shall do as you say, Good bye.
Brother John : *strokes chin*
Brother John : Well friends....
Brother John : Looks like we start in the sewers.
Val : heh. And we even know where to find them!
Brother John : Indeed
Sam Sork: * w * Darick that gold I put 'away' for all of you to use.
Darick Anders: Don't forget the bats.
Brother John : Shall we?
Val : INdeed -- no time like the present.
Darick Anders: Yeah and Neblin thought we were stealing from him! Regardless, I'm not gonna sell items that you guys can use.
Val : heh -- had a mind to break a few of Neblins teeth.
Val : bugger.
Sam Sork: Do we all need a letter from the Lord?
Brother John : Not sure on that
Brother John : You could try talking to him
Val : I got one from that well looking thing in the middle of the room.
Darick Anders: Bats carry gold?
Val : naw -- crates and bags do.
Darick Anders: *counts the gold from the bat corpse* Got 8 gold from that corpse. Anyway, there's another one up ahead.
Val : good shooting.
Darick Anders: Two.
Val : *splat*
Tracks: You are unable to determine what creature made these tracks or any information about them.
Darick Anders: Meh.
Darick Anders: 'nother one across the bridge.
Val : Someone take a bath here?
Bloodstain: There is a pool of blood that lies on the ground. Further study could identify what kind creature it came from.
Bloodstain: After carefully examining the blood, you identify the blood as being Drow.
Darick Anders: I'd hope not.
Darick Anders: I don't have one of those, can I still pass?
Darick Anders: Can I ask you some questions?
Sewer Guard: Aye! What would you like to know Darick?
Darick Anders: Never mind, I think that's enough information for now. Thank you and goodbye.
Sewer Guard: Halt Sir, only those carrying the Commission letter from the Warden of Waterdeep may pass.
Darick Anders: You got the pass, John.
Brother John: Here you go, good Sir.
Sewer Guard: Everything looks in order Sir. This key will grant you access to the sewers. Good luck and good hunting Sir.
Brother John: Can I ask you some questions?
Sewer Guard: Aye! What would you like to know Brother John?
Brother John: Is there anything you can tell me about the sewers before I go down there?
Sewer Guard: I can't offer you a lot of information, but I have been hearing all kinds of noise coming from down there. It gives me the creeps just listening to them. I would be on your best guard when you get down there sir.
Brother John: Is there anything else you can tell me?
Sewer Guard: Well, the sewers are where many workers go daily to clear the water ways or to clean out drainage pipes and do maintenance on the pipes themselves. That is, until recently...now the workers are deathly afraid to go down there at all.
Brother John: What happened recently that the workers are now afraid to go down there?
Sewer Guard: No one knows for sure; we sent some patrols to investigate the occurrences, but none have ever returned. We have been given the strictest orders to allow no one into the sewers with out the Warden's permission. The sewers are now guarded day and night and kept under close watch.
Brother John: So this is why the Lords have sent for me. Has there been anyone before me that the Lords have hired?
Sewer Guard: Aye, there has been Lad, but we have not seen or heard from any of them. Your reputation must be of high character if the Lords of Waterdeep asked for your help. You should be honored that you have been given such a great responsibility.
Brother John: Well this certainly doesn't make me feel all too well about venturing forth, but I will do what I can for our great city. Thank you and goodbye.
Val : heh -- keys to the sewers -- honored indeed!
Sewer Guard: Back again so soon? Did you forget something Val?
Brother John : so ready?
Val: Here you go, good Sir.
Sewer Guard: Everything looks in order Sir. This key will grant you access to the sewers. Good luck and good hunting Sir.
Darick Anders: Let's go.
Sam Sork: I can smell that thing already.
Darick Anders: *spits*
Darick Anders: Can't see anything...
Val : Need better eyes.
Darick Anders: I meant traps, Dwarf.
Val : oh!
Darick Anders: Should be good to open.
Sam Sork: Problem?
Val : I can't see them either!
Darick Anders: I'll let you lead, then. *sticks out tongue*
Darick Anders: *picks up the thieves tools* Sam, you want these before I put them away?
Sam Sork: Want what?
Darick Anders: Never mind.
Sam Sork: Is there a dead body nearby?
Brother John : couple of potions might prove useful
Darick Anders: I got enough potions, somebody else take those.
Val : yes -- a runt it seems.
Sam Sork: potions, fine
Brother John : looks like the bones of an unfortunate
Darick Anders: Should have been more careful. Anyway, I guess this lever opens this door. You guys ready?
Sam Sork: IS that a skull?
Val : sure.
Brother John : Looks like it
Val : Good guess Darick!
Halfling Bones: Before you lies a complete set of halfling bones. What do you wish to do?
Sam Sork: Small size gnome?
Sam Sork: Pick up halfling bones.
Darick Anders: *leans around the corner* Gruesome.
Sam Sork: Can't burry here.
Darick Anders: That's better.
Val : Kobolds.
Val : And a set of hanging bones.
Rune Stone: There are numerous runes inscribed on this stone. The language is difficult to read but further study could possibly reveal its nature.
Val : suicide perhaps?
Darick Anders: Attempt to translate the writing
Rune Stone: The language is Kobold, and a warning to all who enter. Keep out or Die!!
Darick Anders: Meh.
Darick Anders: Two more ahead.
Sam Sork: Skeleton?
Darick Anders: 2
Darick Anders: Archer!
Brother John : hmm
Val : Suppose the sign warns about spiders?
Brother John : big webs
Brother John : usually big spiders
Sign: There are numerous runes inscribed on this sign. The language is difficult to read but further study could possibly reveal its nature.
Darick Anders: Attempt to translate the writing?
Sign: The language is Kobold, the sign reads, ENTRANCE
Darick Anders: Entrance.
Val : oh?
Darick Anders: That's what it says.
Darick Anders: Entrance.
Val : Do we believe it?
Brother John : *shrugs*
Darick Anders: *shrugs*
Darick Anders: Door's clear.
Darick Anders: Ugh.
Sam Sork: What eels?
Val : ugh is right!
Sam Sork: Leeches?
Brother John : arrows over here Darick
Brother John : and a magic bag you might want to use
Darick Anders: *searches through pack* Damn! I thought I bought another potion of lore..
Sam Sork: Val, where is Val?
Sam Sork: The leeches had some gold in their stomach.
Darick Anders: Huh. *fingers wand* Might be useful against those archers and any magey types.
Brother John : *nods*
Darick Anders: *points it at Sam* Shazaam!
Brother John : nother unfortunage adventurer it seems
Darick Anders: Blasted thing doesn't work!
Brother John : Um
Brother John : best be careful where you point that
Sam Sork: I took the remains of the gnome... or hobbit may be. Perhaps we can let him rest someplace.
Darick Anders: Uh-huh.
Brother John : Well, um, if you have space for the bones, I suppose that's a noble gesture.
Darick Anders: *thumbs behind him* Don't linger in that gas for too long.
Sam Sork: VAL?
Brother John : Hmm
Brother John : Where did that dwarf go?
Darick Anders: It stinks it does.
Darick Anders: He's right there.
Sam Sork: Don't tell me he went back to buy a keg of fresh ale.
Val : heh -- not yet!
Darick Anders: I want some when we do.
Darick Anders: Clear.
Sam Sork: Oh for sure these heavy foot steps are Dwarven.
Darick Anders: Rat ahead.
Darick Anders: Make that rats.
Darick Anders: Two on each side.
Val : Poison.
Darick Anders: Stupid bow.
Val : heh.
Darick Anders: John, you might want these scrolls.
Brother John : oh?
Brother John : hmm might come in handy
Darick Anders: Got the lever. Say when.
Brother John : Go, I guess
Val : Right again!
Darick Anders: Looks clear.
Darick Anders: Kobolds ahead.
Brother John : lotsa kobalds
Val : oh?
Sam Sork: Lure them here.
Darick Anders: Should...aye.
Val : good idea.
Sam Sork: Thanks
Darick Anders: *mutters* Did that Gnome sell healing kits?
Darick Anders: Good hit!
Brother John : no he did not
Darick Anders: Bastard.
Darick Anders: Hah!
Darick Anders: Got some extra healing if'n anybody needs it.
Brother John : I've got healing supplies so other should take those
Val : I am all set I beileve -- Thanks.
Sam Sork: I can carry things
Darick Anders: I'll take the kit so I can wrap anybody up that falls.
Sam Sork: * smell the liquid * Ah another one.
Brother John : Wise
Brother John : I have a few already
Val : Good idea -- I have several.
Darick Anders: One of you fighting types should take the barkskin.
Sam Sork: This one another smell.
Brother John : Val, you take it
Val : And look like a tree -- I'll let Sam do that!
Brother John : I've got pretty good protection
Darick Anders: And John the scroll; though I can read it.
Sam Sork: Paper?
Darick Anders: incoming.
Sam Sork: More bottles?
Val : dead.
Darick Anders: Seems clear.
Val : Why do kobolds need such a big door?
Darick Anders: Damned thing spotted me.
Darick Anders: Another ahead.
Val : they have eyes?
Brother John : right
Darick Anders: Sensed me; spotted me. What's the difference?
Darick Anders: That is just digusting.
Darick Anders: Hold. More gas.
Darick Anders: To the right, three of 'em.
Darick Anders: Rat to the left.
Val : *nods*
Brother John : right then
Darick Anders: Ow! That damned rat bit my foot!
Val : They can do that.
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: Weird looking sword.
Brother John : which way?
Darick Anders: Don't hear anything.
Darick Anders: To the right.
Darick Anders: 3 that i can tell.
Val : *nods*
Darick Anders: Hey! *pulls out an arrow*
Darick Anders: Take that, you bugger!
Val : heh.
Brother John : Darick, more arrows over here for you
Darick Anders: Gold.
Darick Anders: Looks to be about 45 or so pieces.
Darick Anders: Ooh. I'll have to save these for latter, though. I'd rather have a better bow first.
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William Elereth: Well I would say my skills lie in the field of spellcraft, good man.
Val : ... and Korac there too and Brother John behind ya.
Korac nac Vard: A mage.
Brother John : *nods*
William Elereth: *nods to each in return* And I am called William.
Sam Sork: They got you into this too?
Val : ah -- good choice of help!
Korac nac Vard: A test then!
Korac nac Vard: What is this?
William Elereth: *cough* Erm...
William Elereth: Some sort of bag, is it not?
Sam Sork: They must be having a good lough now up there.
Val : It wasn't ale I take it.
Korac nac Vard: Yes... but what type?
William Elereth: Well I would say the type used to carry things! Unfortunately...I cannot tell you more than that, friend. *looks embarassed*
Sam Sork: * good laugh
Val : He's alright!
Brother John: So, shall we press on?
Val : Ye got a name lad or shall we just call ye what we will?
William Elereth: Will or William will suffice, friend.
Korac nac Vard: A potion and some tools.
Val : Aye -- will it is then. Try not to get yerself killed.
William Elereth: And I hope I can impress on the battlefield if not in divining the nature of strange objects. *chuckles*
Korac nac Vard: I see.
Brother John: hmm
Val : ah -- the engineering notes ...
Korac nac Vard: Yep
Brother John: Lets finishe looking round this area first
Korac nac Vard: Of course
Val : That little thing is all it takes?
Korac nac Vard: ...
Sam Sork: Ah that's something.
William Elereth: Hrm. Nasty creatures.
Korac nac Vard: Another club like the last
Korac nac Vard: A scroll and an amulet
Val : Yep, they sure are! Everywhere it seems -- and the rats and leeches.
William Elereth: Leeches?
William Elereth: Fantastic...
Korac nac Vard: Know what this is?
Sam Sork: William you need a club to smash the rats?
Val : Aye -- big buggers -- Sam here has some slime if yer interested.
Brother John: nope
Brother John: maybe the mage does
Sam Sork: True
Korac nac Vard: He didn't even know about the bag
Sam Sork: Come closer friend.
William Elereth: Oh I think it will be best if I refrain, my friend. We mages are fragile folk. *grins*
Val : Sam be blind Will -- hides it pretty well most of the time though.
William Elereth: Ah...I see.
Val : He uses sense of sound and smell to keep up.
William Elereth: *nods*
Sam Sork: Smell not really here.
Brother John: found a cloak of protection
Val : heh -- right.
Brother John: dwarf you use such?
William Elereth: Er...My thanks...
Sam Sork: May be you can use this.
Korac nac Vard: Give it to Sam, I have a ring for it already
Korac nac Vard: Or Val, if he does not
William Elereth: *the ichor makes a squishing sound as he places it in his pack* Er...I shall treasure it always...
Brother John: Val, you use such a cloak?
Val : I got me steel -- Sam or Will have more need I think.
Brother John : Sam?
Sam Sork: Yeah
Sam Sork: Any more?
Val : heh -- buggers too small fer me hammer!
Korac nac Vard: I hear more ahead
Sam Sork: Question...
Korac nac Vard: Yes, Sam?
Sam Sork: William, I have a ring and now this cloak, won't they cancel each other?
William Elereth: Well you see...I'm not a-
Sam Sork: Who need a cloak?
Val : They might make you blind Sam.
William Elereth: Some folk go to school to cast spells and the rest of us..er...are born able to do it.
Sam Sork: But you must know about magic trinkets no?
Korac nac Vard: whoa
William Elereth: Well...a bit...here and there.
Val : whoa is right!
Val : Strange he was all alone?
Korac nac Vard: Got some potions here, a flask of liquid... some darts and some gold
Korac nac Vard: if someone wants to take a look at them
William Elereth: *nods* Thank you.
Val : No hammers of rat smashing eh?
Sam Sork: Take this then so you can keep warm.
Korac nac Vard: No hammers
Sam Sork: What was that amulet?
Korac nac Vard: No clue
Val : kobolds ain't really big enough to use the better ones.
Brother John : hmm
Korac nac Vard: The darts look weird
Brother John : Might be a good place to take a short rest.
Val : seems safe enough
Korac nac Vard: I'll keep an eye out on the way out.
Brother John : *settles down for a few minutes*
Brother John : Ah....
Brother John : Much better
William Elereth: So I'm guessing this one wasn't the answer to the city's problems, eh? *points to the kobold*
Brother John : Unlikely
Val : hmm ... hard to tell now isn't it?
William Elereth: Well...*sighs* At least I'm finally getting used to the smell.
Brother John : hardly a mastermind.
Korac nac Vard: Well, shall we head on?
Brother John : *nods*
Val : aye.
Korac nac Vard: I wonder...
Korac nac Vard: Sam, come on
Brother John : What?
Korac nac Vard: nope, doesn't put the wall back.
Val : You think that was part of the sewer plan? Or more recent addition?
Sam Sork: So we are done cleaning? When will this 'shift' be over?
Val : buggers set an ambush!
William Elereth: Oof. Sleep spell. Nasty.
Sam Sork: Who's snoring?
Val : Can ye wake him up Will?
Brother John : *shakes head*
Korac nac Vard: Who wha...
Sam Sork: Wake Up!
Val : Spell caught ya friend.
Korac nac Vard: Ugn... man, I hate that.
Val : Specially coming from a kobold.
Val : Where be our trap springer?
Brother John : Where Korac?
Sam Sork: Think he's back there.
Val : He still under the influence?
Brother John : Maybe he fell asleep again?
Val : ah -- here he be.
Korac nac Vard: I hate kobolds
Korac nac Vard: Thank you.
Sam Sork: They don't last.
Korac nac Vard: More of em
Brother John : gah can't see
Korac nac Vard: Ugn...
Val : You and Sam both
Sam Sork: COME ON I'M HERE!
Korac nac Vard: Thank you, Sam.
William Elereth: They certainly seem much more concentrated in this area!
Sam Sork: For what?
Korac nac Vard: 4 potions and a scroll
Brother John : healing potions, one of the warriors should take it
Val : Nice signs they have here -- good planning.
Val : I don't need that thanks.
Korac nac Vard: got some things here
Korac nac Vard: Will
William Elereth: Ah! My thanks.
Val : Another of these pillar control mechanisms.
Korac nac Vard: To Level 2.
Korac nac Vard: Do we head back or head down?
Brother John : still more to see on this level, no?
Korac nac Vard: Aye
Val : I don't like leaving things ... but that is just me.
Korac nac Vard: Say when.
Sam Sork: Perhaps... Better not have kobolds behind us.
Brother John : ok
Korac nac Vard: A small shield.
Val : aye!
William Elereth: Aye! Well done!
Val : Suppose the Lords will reward us for this?
William Elereth: Ought to be worth something to someone.
Brother John : ok we have anything else beside the shield to identify?
Korac nac Vard: I have some
Korac nac Vard: Let's search here first
Val : Did you look in that chest?
Korac nac Vard: *winces*
William Elereth: Aw...Poor fellow.
Val : heh -- guess not.
Val : Is he friendly?
Dof: You have found a dog that was going to be the Kobolds next meal.
Brother John: "Free the dog and try to pet him to gain its trust."
Dof: "After freeing the dog, you give it some food and begin rubbing behind his ears affectionately. Showing his approval, he pushes his body up against you, searching for more attention."
Brother John: After spending a few moments befriending the dog you notice a collar around his neck with the name Dof on it.
Dof: The dog seems to have taken a liking to you, and now seems to trust you.
Brother John: Well Dof, what do you say boy, would you like to come with me?
Dof: Dof begins jumping up at your chest trying to lick your face showing his excitement and willingness to follow you.
Sam Sork: What?
Korac nac Vard: Well, that's taken care of
Brother John : He seems nice enough
Korac nac Vard: Got some live ones
William Elereth: Looks like we found a friend.
Brother John : Maybe he'll sniff out some kobalds
Korac nac Vard: I think I need a rest.
Val : If'n Korac will give him the chance.
Brother John : finish searching this area?
Val : Dof -- is that a name or poor spelling?
Korac nac Vard: Yea, I have stuff, hand me anything that needs looked at
Korac nac Vard: I have some potions to help
Korac nac Vard: Anyone else?
William Elereth: *shakes his head*
Val : Nothing here -- let'in you guys sort it out.
Sam Sork: Nope sorry.
Korac nac Vard: Alright
Korac nac Vard: We have
Korac nac Vard: A magic bag
Korac nac Vard: reduces weight, 60%
Korac nac Vard: An amulet that increases your natural skin's toughness
Val : You might have given some of us a chance to look at it first -- might have saved a potion?
Sam Sork: Ah amulet's good.
Korac nac Vard: A wand of magic missile
Korac nac Vard: a ring which blesses
Korac nac Vard: and a small shield that is effective against undead
Korac nac Vard: also some piercing arrows and poisoned bolts
Korac nac Vard: and the darts that are enchanted to fly better
Brother John : Well lay things out and folks can ask for what they want.
Val : hmm ... nothing there caught my eye.
Sam Sork: Amulet
Korac nac Vard: I'll keep the bag
Korac nac Vard: The wand goes to the mage
William Elereth: Fair enough.
Brother John : Rings the only thing I might want.
Korac nac Vard: Anyone use a bow?
Brother John : *shakes head*
Korac nac Vard: I'll carry them then
Val : Take the ring John.
Korac nac Vard: Anyone want any of the remaining?
William Elereth: Suppose I could use the bolts for now.
Val : Will want them darts?
William Elereth: *shakes his head*
Val : Might need em for the magic?
Sam Sork: One trinket per day seems enough for me.
Korac nac Vard: Alright then
William Elereth: Perhaps they can fetch a decent price at the market.
Val : Good enough.
Korac nac Vard: Do we head for that door that required the pressure plate or head down?
Brother John : *nods* we can sell the rest later
Sam Sork: Got a few hundred arrows in case you need em.
Val : How about to the lords to report our progress?
Brother John : Let's check the other areas on this level before going down to level 2.
Val : We are close to the exit.
Sam Sork: Yes let's go get some fresh air.
Korac nac Vard: Alright
Brother John : As you wish
William Elereth: Gah...*coughs*
Korac nac Vard: You know Val
Val : eh?
Korac nac Vard: You commented on my trakcing
Korac nac Vard: tracking*
Val : and?
Korac nac Vard: It wasn't hard following this trail of death.
Val : easy eh?
Korac nac Vard: One sec
Korac nac Vard: Let's see
William Elereth: *smacks into the door*
William Elereth: Gah!
William Elereth: *rubs his face* You could warn me next time...
Korac nac Vard: not as fun
William Elereth: Hmm...
Korac nac Vard: ...
Korac nac Vard: this isn't good.
Val : what?
To Waterdeep: To Waterdeep
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : So much for that idea
Korac nac Vard: Guess.... we head down.
Val : I don't recall it being like this when we came?
Korac nac Vard: Try to find a way out
Korac nac Vard: Come on Sam
Korac nac Vard: we're heading back.
Korac nac Vard: There's been a cave in.
Val : bugger, guess we be in for the long haul!
Sam Sork: * sigh *
William Elereth: It does look that way.
Korac nac Vard: Hope the workers had a stash
William Elereth: Well maybe there's a friendly race of sewer people down here...
Brother John : never went this way
Korac nac Vard: If need be we can live on Rat
Val : More kobolds and rat don't ya know.
Korac nac Vard: copper half plate
Val : eh?
Korac nac Vard: Guess we head south and try that other passage
William Elereth: Ah. Many thanks.
Val : I like the look -- it even fits.
Val : swapped it for my old steel suit.
Korac nac Vard: Isn't.... copper... weaker than steel?
Val : Only clad my friend -- decoratative.
William Elereth: Nothing like being fashionable in life and death. *grins*
Val : aye!
Val : If you're going to look -- you just as well look good!
William Elereth: Sound advice.
Brother John : *pats dog*
Korac nac Vard: Sam
Korac nac Vard: This way
Val : hmm more leeches eh?
Sam Sork: What?
Korac nac Vard: Wow, that's cold
Val : kobolds
Sam Sork: Chicken or human?
Korac nac Vard: Ow...
Korac nac Vard: More water, a scroll, and a robe
Sam Sork: I feel something about this chest
William Elereth: Don't touch it!
Sam Sork: Yeah
Korac nac Vard: Sam or the mage can have the robe
Brother John : right
Val : aye, let Korac -- he'll touch anything!
Korac nac Vard: It's trapped
Sam Sork: Robe where
Korac nac Vard: *sighs*
Korac nac Vard: Right then
Val : heh,
Korac nac Vard: ... potions
Val : Good thing he is quick!
Sam Sork: You see me wear this?
Brother John : Give it to the mage then.
William Elereth: *grins*
Val : Wow -- quite a difference there Sam!
Korac nac Vard: Hmm, I think it looks snazzy.
Sam Sork: How do I look?
William Elereth: Very becoming of a warrior. *grins*
Val : like a schola.
Sam Sork: Eh what the look if I can smash better?
Korac nac Vard: It's better protective too
William Elereth: Sound reasoning.
Val : Right -- I bet you get more respect.
Korac nac Vard: Guess a bit of that potion is still in my system.
Sam Sork: I'm as good as you in your plate but much more comfortable.
Val : aye.
Sam Sork: Hope you don't mind I keep this for now Mage.
William Elereth: Not at all!
William Elereth: I wouldn't be caught de- I mean....It looks better on you anyhow!
Sam Sork: What color is it?
Val : What color you want?
William Elereth: Er...Green! The color of a strong willed individual.
Val : Close enough!
Sam Sork: Not too bad then.
Korac nac Vard: hmm
Korac nac Vard: hmm
Val : Thump thump?
Korac nac Vard: aha!
Brother John : Problem?
Sam Sork: Hey there doggy.
Korac nac Vard: An anti-undead dagger
Sam Sork: Aaaaaaah smell that's unbearable.
Korac nac Vard: some bolts
Korac nac Vard: and a silver key
Brother John : Don't use a dagger myself
Sam Sork: * spit *
Val : Nice Cross-bow there.
William Elereth: Gah...Let's get out of here as fast as we can...*covers his nose and mout*
Korac nac Vard: I can look at this crossbow
Sam Sork: I agree.
Korac nac Vard: Give me a moment
Korac nac Vard: a better defensive studded leather that helps you hit things... and an xbow that magically helps seek out undead
Korac nac Vard: Here, mage
William Elereth: *coughs* Fine, fine...Thanks.
Korac nac Vard: Pick a door
Sam Sork: Undead?
Brother John : *murmers prayer over fallen*
Val : straight.
Korac nac Vard: hear something
Zombie Mutant: maauhh...
Val : time fer that crossbow
Korac nac Vard: back
Zombie Mutant: ..fleesshh
Zombie Mutant: br..a..ins....
Zombie Mutant: maauhh...
Korac nac Vard: oh great
Korac nac Vard: exploding zombies
Val : damn!
Sam Sork: Lever? Should I?
Korac nac Vard: What do you think?
Sam Sork: So the lever, yes or no?
Korac nac Vard: I'd say leave it for now, myself.
Val : no idea -- don't like exploding things when I'm killing them though.
William Elereth: *dry heaves*
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Krestch von Steiner: Hail to you all.
Krestch von Steiner: * Looks confused *
Krestch von Steiner: Do you mean that creature right there?
Val : Yes, it seems to have taken a liking to Brother John.
Darick Anders: Huh.
Krestch von Steiner: Who is the dead wretch?
Brother John : Dof's a good dog *gives him a friendly pat8
Val : He was back in the last area we battled kobolds.
Darick Anders: Dunno. Anyway, the dog can stay as long as he doesn't try to eat my food.
Sam Sork: Sometimes dogs or even wolves may do that.
Krestch von Steiner: Surely your canine did not eat that man....
Brother John : Um no
Val : No -- kobolds did.
Krestch von Steiner: Ah, I see.
Brother John : We rescued him from the kobalds.
Val : or slimy things perhaps.
Darick Anders: So, where we going now?
Brother John : Good question
Val : Down ... and out eventually?
Sam Sork: We need to avoid these poison fumes I say.
Brother John : Seems we were looking around on this level, if I remember right?
Darick Anders: Sounds good to me.
Krestch von Steiner: Would it be acceptable to you fine gentlemen if I tag along for awhile?
Val : Yes -- the path we came by is blocked.
Brother John : *looks at the others and nods*
Darick Anders: *looks at Kretsch* You a mage type?
Val : Certainly -- I be Val.
Brother John : We'd welcome an arcanist.
Krestch von Steiner: Type? Ah yes, in a manner of speaking.
Brother John : I am Brother John.
Darick Anders: Good enough for me. Name's Darick. Just try not to singe our eyebrows and we'll get along just fine.
Brother John : The big fellow there is Sam.
Krestch von Steiner: *Chuckles*
Sam Sork: * nod *
Brother John : He's blind but seems to get around fairly well with his hearing.
Krestch von Steiner: Surely you jest?
Darick Anders: Nope.
Brother John : *shakes head*
Sam Sork: Yeah, try to hit me.
Brother John : Perhaps Sam could use Dof as a guide dog?
Krestch von Steiner: My, that is an accomplishment.
Darick Anders: Just look at his outfit!
Sam Sork: What? you don't like green kimono?
Darick Anders: That's not green, my friend.
Krestch von Steiner: Green? Ah yes, the green is quite nice.
Val : Big guy is Sam -- a bit blind as you may have noticed.
Krestch von Steiner: I particularly like the fluffy fringes...
Sam Sork: Not green? Your color blind friend?
Val : He likes green it seems.
Darick Anders: I'm starting to wish I was...
Krestch von Steiner: Thankfully the light is low in this area *chuckles*
Val : Looks good on you Sam ... no worries.
Sam Sork: Anyway that enchanted garment is quite effective.
Brother John : So then...
Darick Anders: As long as it is.
Krestch von Steiner: Brother John.....can you let me know what kind of difficulties we might face down here?
Brother John : We can either go back and look at doors near where we entered this level, go down into the correction facility or look on ahead.
Val : And your name good sir ... I didn't catch it.
Darick Anders: One way is as good as another.
Brother John : Well... we've run into kobalds, rats,
Brother John : some undead maybe?
Sam Sork: Correction facility? What's that? A prison? Here?
Brother John : That's what the sign reads Sam.
Darick Anders: I don't know if I'd want to know what type of prisoners have been kept down here.
Brother John : I'd think it more prudent to finish exploring this level before going lower myself.
Krestch von Steiner: Can I ask what kind of assistance I could provide to this illustrious group?
Sam Sork: Pick your poison then.
Val : Right -- a name would be a good start.
Brother John : *smiles*
Krestch von Steiner: Ah, as you wish.
Krestch von Steiner: My name is Krestch. Krestch von Steiner of the House Steiner. My father was.....ah yes, Krestch. My name is Krestch.
Brother John : Welcome
Darick Anders: Aye, welcome.
Krestch von Steiner: My thanks.
Val : eh? You call that a name? Krestch ... right.
Darick Anders: *to John* Point the way and I'll see if it's clear.
Sam Sork: If you know a way out feel free to share that.
Brother John : Any help you could give in analyzing items we find would be a good start.
Krestch von Steiner: Yes, it is in fact a most noble name good sir.
Sam Sork: The way we came is blocked.
Val : I am sure that it is.
Krestch von Steiner: That I should be able to do John.
Brother John : Very well
Brother John : Let's check on down this way next I guess.
Brother John : Come Dof
Darick Anders: Gah!
Brother John : um
Val : oh!
Sam Sork: Ouch
Brother John : *looks down into pit*
Darick Anders: Incoming!
Val : a bomb!
Brother John : You ok down there?
Sam Sork: Sticking zombies?
Krestch von Steiner: No! We are most certainly not!
Val : ugh -- something strange about the walk mesh there.
Darick Anders: John, get the fallen!
Sam Sork: * look confused *
Darick Anders: Val!
Val : ah thanks -- sorry about that.
Sam Sork: I need to sit for a while.
Sam Sork: Hm that's a lot better thank you.
Krestch von Steiner: That was unfortunately rash...
Powder keg: Before you is a small wooden keg. It appears to have a small wick, similar to a candle, coming out of the top of the barrel. What do you wish to do?
Darick Anders: Hmm. Some powder kegs here.
Darick Anders: Undead in the cells.
Sam Sork: I fell when I entered this place then there was thunder or something electirc. What was that?
Krestch von Steiner: This one had some holy water on his body.
Darick Anders: John!
Brother John : lets get out of here
Darick Anders: Don't have to tell me twice.
Brother John : Folks we don't have the healing to waste on them
Brother John : OUT
Val : Come on Sam.
Brother John : Come folks
Sam Sork: Got one!
Brother John : I don't have much of any healing left so we need to find a place to camp.
Darick Anders: *leans against the wall*
Sam Sork: Is that powder?
Val : Yes, be careful around it Sam.
Krestch von Steiner: Explosive powder my good man....
Sam Sork: Can we carry that?
Brother John : Lets head upstairs and find a place to camp.
Krestch von Steiner: I do not believe so.
Darick Anders: Good idea.
Krestch von Steiner: It is trapped I believe.
Darick Anders: What is?
Sam Sork: Heavy
Krestch von Steiner: Did not one of those things explode?
Darick Anders: No, it was another trap.
Krestch von Steiner: Ah, my mistake then.
Brother John : Perhaps we could rest here as that pit blocks off anyone coming from that direction
Darick Anders: Found that stuff downstairs.
Sam Sork: Well we can put the keg at the spot you want.
Darick Anders: Someone set up camp and I'll take first watch.
Brother John : *eyes keg* looks heavy
Sam Sork: Where do you want it?
Brother John : *settles down to rest*
Brother John : *prays*
Darick Anders: Ah, much better.
Sam Sork: We rest here?
Val : Fool of a Warden -- sat around and watched as a lich created an army of undead?
Brother John : Sam rest for a bit
Darick Anders: Good place as any.
Sam Sork: So what did you find?
Darick Anders: Pair of ogre gauntlets, a note, a key and a potion of resistance.
Brother John : Looks like some gauntlets of strength.
Brother John : ring of protection
Darick Anders: Oh yeah, that too.
Brother John : Val, you're our main warrior, perhaps you should take the gauntlets?
Sam Sork: I see. er... well you know what I mean. May be I could use that ring...
Brother John : The ring best go to one who doesn't have armor already.
Sam Sork: Can I try it?
Brother John : I've no problems with that
Krestch von Steiner: It makes the most sense to go to Sam as he can stand and fight. If the battle comes to my door I'm finished anyway.
Brother John : *looks at the others*
Val : Nor I.
Sam Sork: Where did you put it?
Brother John : *hands sam the ring*
Sam Sork: Oh yes this may work.
Sam Sork: Anybody would like a similar ring?
Val : ah dinner has arrived -- on the hoof it seems.
Brother John : Have a lesser one already
Brother John : Val take the gauntlets
Krestch von Steiner: You might want to rethink that my good sir.
Val : I have no use for them. Perhaps another?
Darick Anders: *looks back at the boar* Nah, it's meat is probably too tough.
Brother John : Help you carry more
Brother John : If nothing else
Krestch von Steiner: It has been known to roll in it's own feces as well.....
Sam Sork: * show a greyish ring * I have this one I found in the mountains after escaping from a roc nest...
Krestch von Steiner: What does it do Sam?
Val : I be a dwarf -- don't need no gloves to carry stuff.
Brother John : Fine
Brother John : I can use them then for that purpose.
Darick Anders: Don't look at me, my job isn't to carry stuff.
Sam Sork: Well I assume it does protect the bearer to a lesser degree but the mage could confirm these things.
Krestch von Steiner: May I look at it?
Brother John : Darick you want the potion? Might prove useful down the road?
Darick Anders: Sure.
Brother John : I have spells for similar protection myself.
Darick Anders: So what's the plan?
Brother John : Well...
Val : Seems we are up against a lich and his army of undead.
Darick Anders: Lovely.
Sam Sork: I could carry extra weight with your gloves but...
Brother John : We can either go back down and try clearing out the undead....
Krestch von Steiner: That does not sound promising....
Val : I think we met some of them in the Correction Facility.
Sam Sork: * offer the grey ring * Who take this?
Krestch von Steiner: Allow me Sam.
Brother John : Or we can examine the doors we passed on this level.
Sam Sork: Come closer.
Darick Anders: Rather clear out this level first.
Brother John : Agreed
Sam Sork: Ah good.
Krestch von Steiner: My thanks Sam.
Darick Anders: Need a key for this one.
Brother John : hmm
Krestch von Steiner: John, can you use this holy water?
Sam Sork: Hey if you wear th gloves can you pick the keg?
Darick Anders: And so does this one.
Brother John : Guess that sorta settles it then.
Val : What sort of key you be needing?
Darick Anders: Dunno.
Val : I have a key.
Sam Sork: 200 pounds is all I can carry.
Darick Anders: Yeah? Let's try it out.
Brother John : Oh? Give it to Darick
Darick Anders: No go?
Val : I thought we all got one?
Sam Sork: * Grab keg *
Darick Anders: Try the other door.
Brother John : we got a key to the sewers originally
Val : ''Sewer Key from the first guy before we entered the sewers -- everyone should have gotten one?
Brother John : but I don't think I got any others.
Darick Anders: I didn't get any other keys.
Sam Sork: Didn't we find some kind of magic bag?
Brother John : Darick you take the keys.
Val : there -- don't be losing it ... I think it is important.
Brother John : I have a bag I think I bought it from our supplier?
Darick Anders: Great, more junk.
Sam Sork: If this area is like our base we may want to drop the key nearby, no?
Krestch von Steiner: Drop the key? Why not keep it?
Sam Sork: Or if we have a bag maybe put that keg in it.
Krestch von Steiner: Ah.
Darick Anders: I don't think this thing is a key, it just looks like a piece of paper to me.
Brother John : Oh the keg
Krestch von Steiner: Many keys can be found on a simple piece of paper my friend....
Sam Sork: This thing must weight 50 pounds or so.
Brother John : I'm not familiar with such magical powders myself.
Darick Anders: Pfft.
Darick Anders: You can hold it then.
Krestch von Steiner: *chuckles*
Krestch von Steiner: As you wish.
Sam Sork: So gloves or magic bag could help.
Darick Anders: Looks like we're going undead hunting.
Brother John : I can give you both I guess.
Sam Sork: Else we set a trap when the undead comes to a spot we blow the keg.
Sam Sork: Ah thans remind me to return these.
Sam Sork: * try to put the keg in bag and it seems to fit *
Brother John : Indeed could use the kegs to blow up some of those things, I didn't seem to be able to turn most of them.
Sam Sork: Perfect
Darick Anders: *yells down the corridor* I've set a trap! Let's see if we can get at least one of them to trigger it.
Krestch von Steiner: Is he mad?
Krestch von Steiner: Sorry my good man.
Darick Anders: It's just in front of the door, so watch your step.
Brother John : um I thought we were talking about using the kegs?
Darick Anders: Could use those as well.
Sam Sork: ot to blow just one thing.
Brother John : Well, weren't most of the undead locked in?
Sam Sork: * Not
Brother John : Not sure I see the point of a trap there.
Darick Anders: Here.
Darick Anders: let 'em out, then have 'em run back here. Good choke point.
Sam Sork: How many did you see?
Brother John : Yes I suppose so, but you're the one who'll have to let them out.
Darick Anders: Me?
Brother John : There were quite a few.
Brother John : Well, you're the one good with locks.
Brother John : The cells are locked aren't they?
Darick Anders: There's a key right there.
Krestch von Steiner: You seem to be the fleetest if foot...
Sam Sork: Enough to give up a keg?
Krestch von Steiner: of foot
Sam Sork: If you want I put the keg at the door and you can shoot it at the right time.
Darick Anders: I think they have to be lit, Sam.
Brother John : Not sure shooting will work
Krestch von Steiner: I would assume that to be correct.
Krestch von Steiner: A simple missile would not do the trick.
Sam Sork: Ah we'll see
Darick Anders: Fine. Stay here. If I die, I'm comign back to haunt all of you.
Brother John : So the plan is....?
Krestch von Steiner: Don't say that.
Brother John : might want to be careful about getting those kegs too close together.
Brother John : we don't want all of them to go off
Val: Bandages did nothing to Sam Sork because they are alive.
Sam Sork: Oooh
Val : That be one group.
Sam Sork: My head.
Brother John : So what happened to setting off a keg?
Sam Sork: The keg is there but may be they came too fast.
Darick Anders: You guys were too close?
Brother John : I thought we were going to blow them up in their cells, the keg set outside?
Darick Anders: Too many archers.
Brother John : ah
Val : aye -- just kill them here I say.
Darick Anders: Come stand by the keg and light it as I run past.
Brother John : Fine
Krestch von Steiner: We seemed to perform adequately.
Brother John : We can kill them here
Val : May need those kegs for blasting something later.
Sam Sork: well the keg is at the door if Darick can lure a "pack" here...
Darick Anders: And tell Sam not to block the doorway.
Brother John : Sam you should stand a bit behind me.
Sam Sork: We can keep two of them Vale.
Brother John : and take the flank
Darick Anders: Ready?
Val : Aye.
Brother John : I've got better armor than you.
Sam Sork: Thanks Brother.
Val : Good -- nice and easy.
Darick Anders: Got a magical mace if anybody wants it.
Brother John : Good with my morning star
Darick Anders: Three more cells. Ready?
Brother John : Val you want that for bone crushing?
Val : Nope -- got a hammer.
Brother John : Right then next
Krestch von Steiner: Those are very perceptive skeletons....
Darick Anders: Maybe you should stand behind the wall, Kretsch.
Val : And good shots.
Krestch von Steiner: Aye, making me useless.
Darick Anders: Two more. Ready?
Brother John : Yes give yourself some room behind the frontline
Brother John : Ready
Krestch von Steiner: It is the archers in the back that seek me out.
Darick Anders: One left. I think there are archers in it.
Brother John : Right bring'm on
Sam Sork: Was that our keg?
Val : indeed.
Sam Sork: We used it for one undead?
Val : No, those zombies are walking bombs.
Val : ah thanks.
Darick Anders: That's how it's done.
Sam Sork: I see
Brother John : Right let's check the area.
Val : You do? Wonderful!
Sam Sork: Got a keg in the magic bag so let me know if we need it.
Val : right.
Brother John : *looks around*
Sam Sork: This... some kind of prison then?
Brother John : So it would seem
Darick Anders: Was at one time.
Val : Death Section?
Krestch von Steiner: I would take that potion of lore if no one objects.....
Brother John : Krestch, perhaps you could take a look at the bag as well?
Krestch von Steiner: Careful that the dog does not break the vials....
Sam Sork: Is being undead legal or not in this area?
Darick Anders: Found some more stuff.
Krestch von Steiner: I can.
Brother John : *says prayer over dead guard*
Sam Sork: Hey pig how did you get here?
Krestch von Steiner: It is indeed a magic bag, capable of holding much more weight than you would think.
Sam Sork: So we have two bags... Grab that other keg then.
Brother John : Val, why don't you take the other bag
Brother John : spread them around a bit
Darick Anders: Strange looking mace.
Val : Pig wants that sword.
Krestch von Steiner: This ring is a blessing ring. Can you use it John?
Brother John : I have one already
Brother John : perhaps another could use it?
Brother John : Nice mace
Brother John : My morning star's better though.
Krestch von Steiner: Where did that creature come from?
Brother John : let's not go opening doors till we're all ready to go.
Val : good shooting.
Darick Anders: Behind that door.
Darick Anders: Got the mace. Who has the bag and potion?
Brother John : Val or Darick take the new bag
Sam Sork: And let's not let keep our things behoind for the kobolds to pick.
Brother John : that we we share them around
Krestch von Steiner: I'm afraid I cannot identify this sword. It must be powerful indeed.
Darick Anders: Uh-oh.
Val : I bought a bag at the merchants -- don't need another.
Sam Sork: Tough one?
Val : Yes he was tougher than most.
Darick Anders: Somebody grab the rest of the junk.
Sam Sork: I put in bag?
Sam Sork: nice sword.
Darick Anders: Sure. Just as long as it's not lying around.
Brother John : Mage, here's a ring a bought earlier, perhaps that would help you?
Sam Sork: Val? You don't like it?
Krestch von Steiner: My thanks.
Val : I like Steel Sam -- plain and simple.
Brother John : Perhaps with that you could know more about the sword?
Krestch von Steiner: Mayhaps. May I see it again?
Krestch von Steiner: Dire thing indeed. It is a vampyric blade.
Darick Anders: *grabs the bag and stuffs gold into it*
Sam Sork: Two kegs is pushing it
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: Val should use it.
Brother John : Not sure that's something anyone will want to use, but we could sell it later I suppose.
Sam Sork: OK I carry what you want but no extra keg.
Val : Leave the kegs -- we can come back if we need them.
Krestch von Steiner: Strange. That sword bears Dwarven signatures on it. Dwarves are not known for their love of the undead...
Sam Sork: I have one for emergency perhaps.
Krestch von Steiner: *Looks at Val*
Val : or swords ...
Brother John : Hmm, guess all if fair in war.
Krestch von Steiner: That as well.
Val : Not a hammer -- don't want it.
Darick Anders: Hey, if it helps keep you alive.
Brother John : Carry and sell it then.
Krestch von Steiner: I will hold the tainted blade for further study.
Brother John : So shall we check this Death Section then?
Val : Good -- use it if you can.
Sam Sork: Val if you are the only one trained in the use of steel sword perhaps you keep it, no?
Krestch von Steiner: *looks to Val*
Val : I am trained in the hammer -- not blades.
Sam Sork: Could be a nice birthday gift once we get out of here.
Brother John : Right then
Darick Anders: Spooky.
Sam Sork: Or put it on your chimney and say that one we found in the sewers.
Brother John : Shall we lay the rest of the dead to rest?
Val : *nods*
Darick Anders: Some zombie mutants down there.
Val : The exploding ones?
Darick Anders: I think so.
Val : wondeful ...
Darick Anders: Ayup.
Brother John : Shall we?
Darick Anders: Around to the right.
Sam Sork: Smoke?
Val : That all of them?
Brother John : some things mixed with these bones
Val : What are these ... wells?
Val : or ...
Brother John : Mage, a wand here.
Brother John : a few potions
Brother John : Val and Sam should take the healing potions
Krestch von Steiner: I have some extras as well.
Val : Sam can have them -- I still have some kits.
Darick Anders: *listens at the door* Can't hear anything.
Brother John : Sam wait up
Darick Anders: Not trapped.
Sam Sork: Quiet
Val : Wow that is a potent one!
Sam Sork: But
Darick Anders: Huh. Thanks.
Brother John : Save it for emergencies
Darick Anders: Aye.
Val : Yes, thanks John -- hopin' I don't need it.
Brother John : who could use barkskin?
Sam Sork: I hear chains and moans may not be right here though.
Brother John : got a couple of those
Darick Anders: Nope, not there.
Krestch von Steiner: I have one already that I'll probably not use John.
Brother John : Very well
Brother John : Darick did you do a once around the area?
Brother John : Could be some secret doors.
Darick Anders: Nothing in here.
Brother John : ok
Brother John : Then on we go
Krestch von Steiner: Green.....heh heh heh.
Val : There is a door right here, no?
Sam Sork: What?
Krestch von Steiner: Whoa
Krestch von Steiner: Stay out of that pentagram\
Val : Don't like the looks of that.
Brother John : He does not look friendly
Darick Anders: Eh?
Krestch von Steiner: That could well be a summoning circle.
Darick Anders: That the lich?
Brother John : Must be the lich we read about in the wardens note.
Sam Sork: Lich?
Val : Are you certain?
Darick Anders: Saw something behind tha tdoor ahead.
Brother John : The warden described such.
Sam Sork: Lich?
Brother John : Summoning up undead.
Krestch von Steiner: Difficult to be certain of anything down here.
Val : yes ... but here?
Sam Sork: Isn't that the most dangerous undead?
Brother John : We have a summoning pentagram.
Krestch von Steiner: But that's what I would use a circle like that for....
Darick Anders: Depends on who you ask.
Brother John : and lots of bones lying about.
Krestch von Steiner: Usually it is a demonic being summon via the pentagram, but not exclusively.
Brother John : Not sure I wish to deal with such a creature.
Sam Sork: Well I know some legends too.
Darick Anders: Don't have much choice I think.
Brother John : *looks at the others*
Sam Sork: Acererak, Keraptis, Vecna...
Val : We have those kegs ...
Krestch von Steiner: Wait, do you sense that?
Sam Sork: One keg here.
Darick Anders: The only think I sense is the smell.
Krestch von Steiner: There is great power in that room, and it is not benevolent...
Krestch von Steiner: Tred carefully or not at all/
Brother John : Not sure we have a choice.
Val : I'm for fighting out here.
Brother John : Don't think we have another path open.
Krestch von Steiner: We always have a choice. I prefer single malt whiskey myself.
Brother John : the way out is blocked by fallen stones.
Brother John : We must find another path.
Krestch von Steiner: That presents a problem...
Brother John : Perhaps we can deal with this thing?
Sam Sork: To be safe... If we get chased after the fastest of us, Darick may be can set it up "manually".
Sam Sork: s this door facing the way we came?
Krestch von Steiner: Surely Brother John's deity can just imbue him with the power necessary to destroy this thing....
Brother John : Um well... not so sure about that.
Brother John : I'm still just a minor priest.
Krestch von Steiner: Hmmm, faith is indeed a fickle thing.
Val : Have Faith Brother John.
Brother John : Well... I shall see if it will parley.
Krestch von Steiner: Huh?
Darokin the Lich: The time has come, Dark spirit of the Damned come forth and allow these souls to arise once again!
Darokin the Lich: Ah we seem to have guests. What luck, time to feast my children!
Brother John : retreat!
Brother John : or not
Brother John : amazing
Sam Sork: Many things here
Brother John : Right
Darick Anders: Leave 'em!
Brother John : mage come take a look
Krestch von Steiner: We need to find some cohesion.
Darick Anders: Yeah?
Sam Sork: A robe, a cloak, a belt, boots and a staff.
Sam Sork: Shall we retreat first?
Darick Anders: The only cohesion we have is that we have no cohesion.
Krestch von Steiner: I believe you are mistaking that with consistency *smirks*
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: *taunts the skeletons* Come get, you bag of bones!
Brother John : That was too close for comfort
Sam Sork: I think I ddid drink all my potions. Told you lich was not something to take lightly.
Val : hmm ... pretty weak lich I'm thinking.
Krestch von Steiner: I agree.
Darick Anders: Must have still been in lich school.
Krestch von Steiner: That was no true Lich.
Val : Fool got his army all locked up!
Sam Sork: Target practice?
Darick Anders: Almost feel bad doing this.
Krestch von Steiner: Why would he lock up his own minions?
Darick Anders: They're dead, they need to be destroyed.
Sam Sork: Oh I understand thry cannot reach us.
Darick Anders: Or get us with their bomby things.
Krestch von Steiner: "Bomy things"?
Val : Good -- nothing like the satisfaction of a job well done!
Krestch von Steiner: I am searching for the sense in all of this and I must admit I cannot find it.
Sam Sork: Let me guess... The cloak should protect the wearer and the boots good for everybody as they may increase stamina. The mage will have to look at the staff, belt and robe.
Darick Anders: Why would undead have gold?
Brother John : *shrugs*
Brother John : perhaps it was part of the summoning ritual?
Val : From when they were alive?
Sam Sork: Can we sort these first?
Krestch von Steiner: Gold eases the passage to the realm of death in many cultures.
Darick Anders: *nods at Val* Makes sense.
Darick Anders: Well, they had quite a bit of it.
Brother John : Has the mage finished looking at it all?
Val : So they were rich?
Sam Sork: Let me try that
Krestch von Steiner: No. I have only just begun.
Darick Anders: Not rich, but they had enough for a few nights at an inn.
Val : oh Dof!
Sam Sork: * put on boots *
Val : Damn -- was getting to like him.
Sam Sork: Boots are nice.
Darick Anders: Val, some ale for ya.
Krestch von Steiner: The inspections are complete.
Val : oh? That I WILL pack!
Sam Sork: Those are from the lich thing.
Brother John : Well the robe I'm guessing the mage might want?
Sam Sork: It's a mage robe then?
Brother John : Or do you prefer yours?
Val : Looks to be.
Brother John : Well yes, it was a lich
Krestch von Steiner: It is a gaudy thing. I could sell it for something less gauce.
Brother John : Well we can sell what folks don't want to use.
Darick Anders: How do I look?
Krestch von Steiner: Rather sickly actually.
Val : like a lich? Just kidding -- looks good!
Brother John : Val perhaps you or Darick should take the cloak.
Darick Anders: Huh.
Brother John : Unless you have somthing similar already
Val : If Darick does not, I will.
Darick Anders: Think I'll stick with the armor.
Sam Sork: I think the cloak is good and the boots too and the belt then?
Darick Anders: I think you'll have better use than me, Val.
Val : The I can use that cloak -- thanks.
Val : I even like the color!
Brother John : Sam you can have the belt and boots.
Sam Sork: Is it green?
Val : Close enough Sam, close enough.
Sam Sork: Both? Is that fair?
Darick Anders: Oh yeah, I forgot the wand.
Krestch von Steiner: You consider the last person that wore those things. I would not want that taint upon me.
Darick Anders: Val or John should have the boots.
Val : The boots are useful too -- I have a lesser variety already.
Brother John : I have no need of them.
Sam Sork: Boots best from "front liner"
Darick Anders: Yep.
Val : Then I will use them -- anyone want a slightly used pair?
Sam Sork: John is Front and back and middle. Your call John.
Brother John : I don't need them
Darick Anders: Got the door to the Warden's office unlocked.
Sam Sork: Let me then.
Brother John : *nods*
Sam Sork: Where did I drop them?
Val : What are you looking for Sam?
Sam Sork: The boots from the Lich
Brother John : Let's check the office then take a break for some food and drink.
Darick Anders: Poor Dolf.
Sam Sork: The one I tried earlier
Val : oh -- I'm wearing them -- you want them?
Brother John : I could raise him.
Sam Sork: Someone said I should wear them
Krestch von Steiner: You can?
Val : oh? ok then.
Brother John : I've found a couple such scrolls.
Krestch von Steiner: Wow. Those are powerful scrolls John.
Brother John : Did use one on the mage.
Krestch von Steiner: I seem to have forgotten that.
Brother John : Up to you all.
Brother John : One less raise for you.
Darick Anders: nah, not worth it.
Brother John : Alright
Sam Sork: I can take a few more punches in the face then but i won't compete with you Val.
Brother John : *says brief prayer for Dog*
Brother John : The office then.
Darick Anders: Should be clear.
Val : aye -- you need a helm Sam
Brother John : Everyone over here
Sam Sork: Helm? Why?
Val : To block those head shots.
Sam Sork: You want me blind AND deaf?
Val : Point.
Brother John : Ready?
Darick Anders: Ayup.
Val : *nods*
Darick Anders: Mutants!
Sam Sork: Lure them back here
Darick Anders: Little late for that.
Brother John : um
Val : oh nice footwork Sam!
Brother John : Mage, watch your targeting
Sam Sork: Yeah if you give me the space to kick
Krestch von Steiner: My apologies. My aim is off.
Darick Anders: So much for not singing eyebrows.
Val : Wasn't my eyebrows that got singed.
Darick Anders: Trap.
Val : Thanks.
Darick Anders: Looks like a bedroom.
Sam Sork: So we ar going to fight undead all day?
Sam Sork: Can't really negociate with these can we?
Darick Anders: Good shot.
Val : That was better.
Tracks: You are unable to determine what creature made these tracks or any information about them.
Brother John : enchanted short sword
Val : another vampire blade?
Brother John : enchanted armor and ax here
Brother John : mage take a look at the armor
Val : Good looking armor there!
Sam Sork: These undea are very well equipped. Any idea why?
Hidden Shield: After a closer examination, you notice a secret button hidden on the face of the shield.
Darick Anders: Leave the button alone.
Darick Anders: There's a button on this shield.
Brother John : Darick, you might want that helm as our scout
Sam Sork: May be it's a music shield or something.
Val : oh? Let's sort the gear out before we go pushing any buttons.
Darick Anders: Mage, any idea what this bow is about?
Brother John : Yes let's not open any doors, play with buttons or lever yet.
Krestch von Steiner: Elvish in make but nothing special.
Darick Anders: Better than what I'm already using.
Darick Anders: Maybe now I can actually hit something.
Val : I can use the steel plate -- any objections?
Brother John : Go ahead, I have such already
Sam Sork: You sort your soldiers outfit I'll just sit for a while.
Krestch von Steiner: These tracks lead straight into the wall....
Val : Indeed -- my lucky day it seems.
Brother John : Val or Sam take the healing potion
Sam Sork: Yeah?
Krestch von Steiner: I wonder if that shield button opens some kind of secret passage.
Darick Anders: Probalby opens that door behidn me.
Brother John : Ok can someone carry the ax and armor?
Brother John : worth some coin down the road.
Val : I might be able to.
Sam Sork: I can carry stuff
Sam Sork: If they fit in that bag
Val : ah -- I'll let you then Sam.
Brother John : leave the copper half plate
Brother John : not worth that much
Brother John : for the weight.
Darick Anders: Got some more gold.
Val : right -- good looking but that is about it.
Sam Sork: Any more?
Sam Sork: I think I left the keg at the Lich's door.
Darick Anders: About 18 hundre per my count.
Sam Sork: Hundreds of what?
Darick Anders: gold coins.
Val : Gold Sam, gold.
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Sam Sork: * open backpack * I have a big axe here abd a chainmail. Nobody want to use them?
Sam Sork: Interesting the axe is hot.
Val : I've got my hammer and this here Plate armor Sam -- but, thanks.
Sam Sork: Plenty of arrows if you need.
Sam Sork: Supplies for five days.
Val : Bolts for me Sam.
Val : Gosh, that is a lot of packing! I have one and it is a burdon.
Val : I "could" carry another, but it would put me at my limit I'm thinking.
Sam Sork: So this jail does it go up to the castle or something?
Val : Not really sure ... strange things here in these "sewers".
Brother John : No idea.
Brother John : Could use some rest myself, a bit worn down and need to mediated as well.
Sam Sork: Hm you have been senteced... two years down in the sewers....
Val : ugh -- that would teach 'em.
Brother John : Indeed, though not the most postive way to deal with criminals.
Val : Sam is likley willing to unload a kit when we are ready.
Brother John : That'd be good.
Sam Sork: Sure
Val : ah, a bit of sunshine!
Darick Anders: Howdy.
Brother John : Ah Derick
Val : Hello.
Brother John : Find anything of interest around here?
Darick Anders: That's me. Where you expecting someone else?
Darick Anders: You mean besides the blood and the bodies?
Brother John : *looks thru pack*
Brother John : Derick, this might be of use to you sometime *hands him a vial*
Darick Anders: *looks at the potion* Thanks, I guess. Would be better for the mage. Speaking of which, where'd he go?
Val : Doing mage things I expect.
Sam Sork: Can we find a way up?
Brother John : *shrugs* Disappeared.
Darick Anders: *snorts*
Brother John : Well we have this door, and didn't someone find a secret button?
Hidden Shield: After a closer examination, you notice a secret button hidden on the face of the shield.
Darick Anders: Push the Button.
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: How's that for interesting?
Sam Sork: Give me some room
Darick Anders: *helps Sam up* Easy, big guy.
Sam Sork: oooooh
Val : Enough room Sam?
Sam Sork: What was that thing?
Val : What is this?
Brother John : hmm some gold, a couple of rings, armor and some strange weapons.
Val : Talk to it John -- you be the Priest and all.
Warden Crimson's Spirit: In front of you is the freed spirit of Warden Crimson Thank you my friend, thank you for freeing my tormented spirit. I though I was doomed for all eternity to walk among the living as an undead abomination carrying out Darokin's evil plans.
Warden Crimson's Spirit: You have done what I could not; you have defeated Darokin and his evil minions. I can now rest in peace. Thank you again for your kindness. May Mystra watch over you.
Brother John: Rest in peace warden.
Brother John : Go in peace spirit
Val : hmm ... interesting.
Sam Sork: Now may be we could rest a bit.
Brother John : perhaps
Darick Anders: That was the warden?
Brother John : let me examine these things with a potion, could be useful
Val : So he claimed.
Darick Anders: Huh. ANyway, let me see those items first, John.
Val : Desk in here.
Sam Sork: Interesting.... Beat us and then say thank you.
Darick Anders: *shakes head* Nope.
Brother John : Perhaps Sam should wear the ring, unless he has something as potent already
Sam Sork: Ring? what ring?
Darick Anders: There are two of 'em, but he should have one.
Brother John : Val and I have armor to protect us in battle.
Brother John : Right
Darick Anders: Nevermind, he can have both.
Brother John : Darick, perhaps you should wear the other, might help you in case of traps and such.
Darick Anders: The blue one, right?
Sam Sork: * open hand * I can try
Brother John : Right
Brother John : *hands sam the ring of prot*
Darick Anders: Hmm. Can't sneak with this on though. Pity.
Brother John : You have something like this already Sam?
Sam Sork: * Take ring and try it *
Brother John : ah, well you can give it to sam to wear if you don't want to deal with the light.
Darick Anders: Nah, I'll just take it off.
Brother John : ok
Brother John : Already have a similar one Sam??
Darick Anders: Found another key.
Sam Sork: I feel that force field is stronger.... hard to explain.
Brother John : ok
Sam Sork: * offer the other ring *
Darick Anders: *thumbs behind him* I think we can rest in there. I'll stand watch, I'm good to go for now.
Brother John : Well Darick you have a ring of protection?
Sam Sork: What else you got?
Darick Anders: Yep.
Darick Anders: Oh, no. I already have one of those.
Brother John : Ah ok, Val how about you?
Val : Don't need any rings. heh.
Sam Sork: Or may be our wandering mage could use one.
Darick Anders: Oh yeah, I found another key.
Brother John : hmm well I could use it then I guess, it's stronger than the one I'm wearing now.
Sam Sork: Thirsty?
Darick Anders: Hmph. Still can't figure out what those things are.
Val : oh?
Darick Anders: Yeah. Trying to bandage your hide made me thirsty.
Brother John : I'll try
Brother John : *examines items after drinking potion*
Brother John : Hmm very nice
Sam Sork: What are you up to?
Brother John : Darick that armor would be useful for you.
Darick Anders: Hmm. It'll do.
Brother John : Sam you able to use these weapons? *hands him wardens toys*
Sam Sork: Let me try * grab *
Darick Anders: Those are some nice kamas.
Brother John : Indeed
Sam Sork: Hot things
Val : Gosh I should say so!
Darick Anders: Are you sure you can wield both at the same time?
Val : What difference does it makes -- he looks good!
Sam Sork: I prefer not somebody should take one.
Brother John : *shrugs* don't use such weapons myself.
Brother John : Guess we could sell it, if you can't use them both like he did.
Darick Anders: Well, if he can't hit anything, then maybe he should only use one at a time. Take 'em both, just don't use 'em both if you can't properly.
Sam Sork: Fine
Val : aye -- special training required to use them Sam.
Brother John : Perhaps we can set up a camp in the former office next door?
Darick Anders: I think I said that...
Brother John : *smiles*
Sam Sork: So you say I can either slash and burn things or use my fists...
Darick Anders: Hey, whatever floats your boat, big guy.
Brother John : *sits on the bench to rest*
Darick Anders: Rest up, I'll keep watch.
Sam Sork: Thank you for these gifts.
Brother John : Sam can you set up a fire for us in here?
Sam Sork: Sure, where?
Val : Welcome Sam.
Brother John : In here
Tracks: These tracks seem to have come from behind the wall.
Sam Sork: Let me do that * start setting up camp *
Darick Anders: *slips into the shadows while he watches the door*
Darick Anders: *peers through the peep hole*
Darick Anders: You louts ready?
Brother John : *rests and prays*
Val : Yep -- lightene me load some.
Darick Anders: *points at the trap door* Want to check it out?
Brother John : wise idea
Val : oh! Of course!
Secret Trap Door: A trap door lays waiting amidst the dust on the floor.
Darick Anders: [Open and look into the door]
Secret Trap Door: You see nothing but blackness below. It seems once you enter you likely won't be able to get out though this door.
Darick Anders: Looks one way.
Brother John : Unfortunate
Val : Nothing new about that -- can't leave the way we came anyway.
Darick Anders: True. *jumps through*
Secret Trap Door: A trap door lays waiting amidst the dust on the floor.
Darick Anders: [Jump through the trap door]
Secret Trap Door: A trap door lays waiting amidst the dust on the floor.
Val: [Jump through the trap door]
Brother John : ummm
Darick Anders: *whispers* Evil ghost!
Sam Sork: Wait for us.
Brother John : Sam let's go
Tracks: You are unable to determine what creature made these tracks or any information about them.
Secret Trap Door: A trap door lays waiting amidst the dust on the floor.
Brother John: [Jump through the trap door]
Val : Another of "thse" things.
Sam Sork: Woman?
Darick Anders: Wow...
Val : ghost
Val : exploding zombies
Darick Anders: Val!
Brother John : Val don't run off
Sam Sork: Where is the woman?
Val : ghosts Sam -- and zombies.
Sam Sork: Thank you.
Sam Sork: Water here?
Val : oh thanks John.
Brother John : Don't go wading off into Undead Val, let me turn them first.
Sam Sork: I bumped into a body here.
Val : I will not run from mere zombies.
Darick Anders: I will.
Brother John : You foolishly risk unnecessary injury
Brother John : and will force me to waste healing powers on you.
Sam Sork: What's that?
Val : Don't "waste" your healing powers on me then John.
Sam Sork: Big one.
Brother John : Nice blade
Darick Anders: Aye.
Darick Anders: He means well, Val, give him a break.
Brother John : wonder what that shield is?
Val : He needs to learn manner.
Darick Anders: Try that.
Sam Sork: Anything helpful on that body?
Brother John : *shakes head* Doesn't help any.
Sam Sork: Is this still the prison?
Brother John : Val you might take that potion.
Val : No, let the healer have it.
Darick Anders: Some to the east.
Brother John : Guess we can carry the blade and shield for later.
Darick Anders: Three that I can see.
Brother John : Alright, Sam, you take the potion then.
Brother John : *hands him healing potion*
Sam Sork: I did smell black powder, there must be some kegs here.
Val : Three what.
Darick Anders: Looks like zombies.
Powder keg: Before you is a small wooden keg. It appears to have a small wick, similar to a candle, coming out of the top of the barrel. What do you wish to do?
Val : oh -- lovely.
Sam Sork: Pick up powder keg.
Darick Anders: They've moved off.
Val : On there own?
Darick Anders: One's comign back.
Brother John : can someone carry the blade armor and shield for now?
Darick Anders: Other tunnel, Val.
Brother John : We can hopefully sell or find out what they are later.
Sam Sork: Yes tell me where you want that keg first.
Val : More than three.
Darick Anders: Six of 'em!
Brother John : Use missle weapons
Brother John : their explosions do too much damage
Darick Anders: In front of you, Sam!
Brother John : Val FALL BACK
Sam Sork: VAL!
Sam Sork: Where is Val?
Darick Anders: He's fighting.
Val : Annoying.
Brother John : For a warrior, you have poor sense of tactics
Val : And for a priest you have a poor abiltt to turn undead.
Brother John : Those things are too dangerous for melee as their explosive death does a lot ofdamage.
Brother John : There are too many for me to turn them all
Brother John : and there are a lot more of them still.
Sam Sork: I can carry no more of these.
Darick Anders: Might be time to test these recall potions out.
Val : One bolt and boom.
Sam Sork: Two armors, one shield and two large weapons.
Val : Not much help.
Sam Sork: The woman? Where is she?
Darick Anders: Huh.
Val : No woman Sam.
Sam Sork: Hello?
Sam Sork: But the voice somebody calling for help.
Darick Anders: Some zombies to the north.
Val : Thanks John -- but don't waste your spells.
Sam Sork: So can we use keg and explode the zombies or not?
Val : I shot one with a bolt and BOOM!
Brother John : Think we should load up what we can and use a recall potion.
Val : Not sure how to get them to stand by one though.
Darick Anders: Can't leave here. Val already tried.
Val : Recall potion brings you back here.
Sam Sork: Assume we can get out by magic... How do we come back?
Sam Sork: Ah
Brother John : Then we need to find a place to rest as I've already used up all my healing powers.
Darick Anders: Wrights behind that door.
Sam Sork: Someone able to see may want to use the keg to setup a "defense perimeter".
Val : I used one when Darick suggested it -- that is where that portal came from -- strange stuff.
Sam Sork: Portal?
Brother John : where does the portal go?
Val : Yes, if you were not blind you would see it Sam.
Val : It will take me back to where I used the potion.
Recall Portal: This magical portal will transport you to the last place you used your Potion of Recall.
Darick Anders: Wright down that hall.
Val : across the room here.
Sam Sork: Really so not really useful then.
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: Nope.
Val : Exactly -- not without knowing how they work -- like many things.
Brother John : So you need to use them at place you want to return to in the future?
Darick Anders: Seems that way.
Brother John : *scratches head*
Sam Sork: Look at the bright side may be this place got an exit up.
Val : Something like that -- or as an escape and you can return to the place you were later?
Brother John : Well, let me take a look at the unknown things again.
Brother John : Might be able to figure out more about them.
Val : Really makes no sense at all.
Sam Sork: Please place a few kegs to defend us. We never know how many may attack us the next time.
Darick Anders: You're the brawn, Sam.
Sam Sork: Or guide me and I'll place them.
Brother John : Where are those items we don't know about please?
Val : Not sure those kegs will do much good unless we can trap things in a room with them.
Sam Sork: Here
Darick Anders: Let's see: to the west is a room with at least two wrights. To the south is a corridor with at least one wright and to the east is another corridor with at least two zombies.
Brother John : *examines*
Sam Sork: You mean the shield and may be that armor?
Brother John : Well, the armors for a priest or paladin, alas, mine is better.
Darick Anders: That looks like something for you, John.
Sam Sork: Heavy for sure.
Brother John : Still can't figure out what the shield is sadly.
Brother John : Must be something quite potent.
Sam Sork: May be a knight thing.
Darick Anders: Pfft.
Brother John : Sam, haul them for now.
Val : I'm sure that it is Sam.
Brother John : Perhaps we can find more lore potions around.
Sam Sork: Quite smooth to the touch and it felt good holding it.
Brother John : If we can find a room and secure it, then I can rest and pray for more powers.
Darick Anders: Or another one of those rings. So, which enemy do we hit first?
Val : That is the feel of steel Sam.
Brother John : Let's secure a room first.
Darick Anders: The west one should be good once the wrights are gone.
Sam Sork: So want me to pack these again?
Brother John : I'd rather not deal with more undead in the halls without more healing powers.
Darick Anders: I saw them to the left.
Brother John : Come Sam
Val : Right -- I mean ok.
Darick Anders: Ready?
Brother John : Sam?
Darick Anders: Stay here adn I'll lead 'em out.
Darick Anders: Two more!
Darick Anders: Make that four!
Darick Anders: Sam!
Brother John : Sam can you stand watch on the door and listen for anything coming?
Darick Anders: Ah!
Darick Anders: What the hell?
Sam Sork: Liion?
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: Nothing coming.
Val : You don't see one of those every day.
Brother John : Indeed
Darick Anders: *shivers* A Rogue's worst nightmare.
Brother John : Darick, anything else of interest?
Val : What is that?
Darick Anders: A chest that fights back.
Val : ah ... yes, I suppose so.
Darick Anders: Just this stuff. Rest was gold.
Sam Sork: A chest? Kidding?
Brother John : Val take the potion of healing
Val : You sure? I'll use it.
Brother John : I'll try meditating for a while.
Darick Anders: *hefts sack* Got a whole sack of it if we ever get out of here.
Val : Might have to eat it.
Darick Anders: Gods, I hope not.
Val : ah two potions there!
Darick Anders: *examines the sarcophagus* I take it we're not looting the dead? Not that I really want to...
Val : We need to find that stone -- so go ahead and look.
Val : Just leave the bones.
Darick Anders: Well, get ready for whatever pops out...
Brother John : We need to search everywhere for what we need to find.
Darick Anders: Got that and a gem.
Brother John : Val take the healing potion
Val : I have two already.
Brother John : And you use more of them than anyone else
Val : heh -- Sam?
Sam Sork: Yeah
Val : Right.
Val : You got healing pots Sam?
Brother John : Let's use smart tactics vs these zombies people. Fight them at a distance.
Darick Anders: To the east are two zombies by two doors on either side of the hall.
Sam Sork: I don't smoke.
Brother John : We don't need to use up our prayers any sooner than we have to.
Val : potions Sam, potions.
Darick Anders: Look to be regular zombies, but you'd know better than me, John.
Sam Sork: But I have three healing drinks.
Val : Right -- let's catch up with the others then.
Darick Anders: *gestures around the corridor*
Darick Anders: Empty room with a chest.
Sam Sork: I smell a rat
Darick Anders: Okay, maybe it wasn't empty.
Sam Sork: Filthy
Val : BIG rats.
Darick Anders: Ahead.
Brother John : more
Sam Sork: Gold
Darick Anders: Damn. It slipped away.
Darick Anders: Gold and gems.
Darick Anders: It's coming back around.
Darick Anders: No, it's too the left and is walking around.
Darick Anders: Sam, stop daydreaming and help.
Darick Anders: *pushes Sam forward*
Val : ugh -- got bit ... bad news isn't it?
Val : ah -- that seems to have cured it!
Val : I feel llike a new dwarf!
Darick Anders: Don't worry, Val, you're not going to turn into one of those.
Sam Sork: If they carry disease I may not be affected.
Val : Good -- that would be horrid I'm thinking.
Darick Anders: Not this again...
Sam Sork: Chest?
Val : Thanks john -- these chests really do not like you do they Darick?
Sam Sork: I killed a chest? Hm
Darick Anders: Found a sword, some gems and some gold.
Darick Anders: Seems that way.
Val : Indeed you did Sam.
Sam Sork: Next will be tables and chairs?
Darick Anders: More gold. We may have to start eating it at this rate.
Brother John : Perhaps
Val : or doors?
Brother John : All we can do is keep searching
Sam Sork: We need an exit.
Brother John : Lliira will show us the way out eventually.
Darick Anders: Liira?
Sam Sork: Yeah?
Val : Some nice bullion soup perhaps -- I have a bit of ale.
Brother John : My Godess
Darick Anders: Hmph.
Val : A goddess of doors?
Darick Anders: Or of floors?
Brother John : Her aid has saved us all so far.
Darick Anders: True.
Val : Can't argue that.
Val : come along Sam.
Darick Anders: Can't hear anything.
Darick Anders: Rats!
Val : more body boxes.
Sam Sork: Just two?
Darick Anders: And more rats.
Darick Anders: I hate rats...
Val : I'm beginning to hate them too.
Brother John : Indeed
Darick Anders: one more!
Sam Sork: Just big rats
Val : Smarter than many I'm thinking.
Darick Anders: They look almost human...
Val : They are ... or were. Sort of.
Darick Anders: Looks clear.
Brother John : Some things on the throne there
Brother John : Val or Sam take the healing potions
Val : I've got three of the best .
Brother John : Darick why don't you take the scroll, I have several plus a rod already
Darick Anders: Sure. I just hope I don't have to use it.
Brother John : Indeed
Darick Anders: Open up these sarcophoguses?
Brother John : Might as well
Sam Sork: They have tombs down here?
Val : Seems so Sam.
Val : Not a typical sewer at all.
Sam Sork: So it's neither sewers nor prison.
Darick Anders: Figured Val or you can use the bolts, John.
Brother John : Guess the sewers uncovered these ancient crypts
Val : I got me hammer.
Val : hmm .. ore it was called a sewers to mislead us.
Darick Anders: Something up ahead and to the right.
Darick Anders: I lost track of it.
Darick Anders: Here it comes!
Sam Sork: May be more rats
Val : ahhhh ...
Darick Anders: *pushes Sam into the fight*
Brother John : ugh
Darick Anders: Whoo!
Brother John : what happened?
Val : What in the hells was that?
Sam Sork: Scary thing
Darick Anders: A dead thing, that's what.
Darick Anders: Sorry.
Darick Anders: Didn't see 'em until the door was opened.
Brother John : Time for a rest again
Sam Sork: Thank you John.
Val : My thanks to you and your goddess John.
Brother John : Those all Lliiras blessings till I have a chance to mediate.
Val : Need to find a safe place.
Brother John : The former rat lair might work
Darick Anders: Should.
Brother John : Thats clear and isolated.
Sam Sork: Let us go then.
Val : We can check.
Darick Anders: Rat behind you.
Darick Anders: Sneaky little bastards.
Brother John : Check these rooms we just cleared, then we'll fall back to rest
Sam Sork: COME OUT YOU FILTHY RATS!
Darick Anders: One more.
Sam Sork: Bumped into a body over there
Sam Sork: Somewhere here
Val : Might have been me Sam.
Darick Anders: Got another raise dead scroll.
Brother John : *sighs* we really need a mage for this
Sam Sork: any use?
Brother John : We'll have to hope we can figure them out later
Brother John : Val or Sam taking the healing potion
Brother John : and the barkskin
Val : I don't want to look like a tree -- Sam can have them.
Darick Anders: John, let me see that ring of yours.
Sam Sork: * reach to grab potions *
Sam Sork: Ah this one smells like old oak.
Val : That be the barkskin I recon Sam.
Sam Sork: How many raise-the-dead scrolls we have?
Brother John : I've got 3, plus the rod or resurrection
Darick Anders: *fingers wand* Maybe later. *puts it back* I have two.
Darick Anders: I can't figure out that other wand, though.
Brother John : Well someone pick them up for now, perhaps we'll find a way later.
Sam Sork: I picked the bones of a hobbit in the sewers perhaps to give him a proper burial. Now we have found so many bodies I guess it would be impossible to bury them all. I just wonder if one could raise him or one of them instead.
Sam Sork: See?
Brother John : We need a mage perhaps.
Val : You've been packing him around all this time Sam?
Darick Anders: We had one at one time.
Brother John : hobbits are rarely mages
Sam Sork: yes. would you want you bones to rot down here for the rats to pick?
Val : Ale -- I'll pack that.
Brother John : We could place his bones in one of these places perhaps and say a prayer over him.
Darick Anders: I wonder if we can raise that mage?
Val : Well -- the mage is laying next to him.
Sam Sork: Yes whatever you find proper.
Sam Sork: But if you think we may need to use these scrolls on ourselves perhaps save them. These bones are not going anywhere I suppose.
Darick Anders: So. Open this?
Sam Sork: Open? Open what?
Val : I'm ready Darick.
Darick Anders: Ow!
Val : ow?
Darick Anders: Bastard scratched me.
Brother John : Lets fall back and rest
Brother John : You ok?
Val : oh!
Darick Anders: I feel okay. I think it tried to drain me, though.
Brother John : Hmm
Val : That potion ... is it floating?
Brother John : Right then let's go back to the rat lair and rest up there.
Val : got it.
Darick Anders: Gold, gold, and more gold.
Brother John : and nowhere to spend it
Val : We checked all these boxes?
Darick Anders: Be nice if we had some women to spend it on.
Val : Or a smith.
Darick Anders: After the women, right? *grins*
Val : Lady smith?
Val : With a full beard?
Darick Anders: That'd wrok as long as she doesn't twist me into...uh, no.
Darick Anders: *sits and leans against the wall while he rests*
Brother John : *settles down to rest and pray*
Val : That was nice.
Darick Anders: Check those boxes out?
Val : right.
Brother John : Lead on
Darick Anders: Got all I can carry.
Brother John : anyone use such gloves?
Val : Not I.
Darick Anders: Bloody things.
Sam Sork: * put gloves in bag *
Brother John : If not pack them away and let's move on.
Sam Sork: Ladies gloves?
Darick Anders: Chest should be okay.
Val : heh -- worried it will attack?
Darick Anders: Two is two too many.
Sam Sork: oooh
Darick Anders: Beetles. At least four.
Val : Big bugger.
Darick Anders: This wand comes in handy.
Darick Anders: Beetles!
Sam Sork: Fumes!
Darick Anders: Get out of them.
Sam Sork: * spit *
Brother John : *coughs*
Val : Wasn't me Sam.
Darick Anders: Door back here.
Darick Anders: Let's not run off into the darkness, okay?
Darick Anders: Wrights ahead.
Val : John thought it was you who said to stay away from the exploding zombies?
Darick Anders: Three that I can see.
Val : thanks.
Brother John : I have protection against that mostly now
Val : oh -- that is nice.
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Darick Anders: *crosses arms* Where to now, gents?
Val: My thanks Brother John.
Brother John : Right then
Brother John : We've a number of doors yet to check.
Darick Anders: Looks clear.
Val : Aye Darick be all over 'em.
Darick Anders: Undead.
Darick Anders: Two wrights and two ghasts from the sounds of it.
Sam Sork: More gold
Darick Anders: *peeks through the door* Looks like another big sarcophagus.
Darick Anders: And another door. I can't hear anything moving, though.
Brother John : right then
Darick Anders: Uh-o0h.
Darick Anders: The exploding ones!
Darick Anders: Well now.
Brother John : come Sam
Val : Aye -- I'm learning.
Darick Anders: One of you fighter types should have that.
Sam Sork: What are we having?
Darick Anders: Potion behind you, John.
Brother John : Val why don't you take it.
Val : hmm -- do have one of those already?
Darick Anders: Found another potion of lore if we need 'em.
Brother John : ok then I'll give it to Sam.
Brother John : *hands it over*
Sam Sork: What? More potion?
Darick Anders: I think we may have already been here...
Brother John : Indeed use it in dire situations
Val : of course we have.
Sam Sork: You sure about this?
Brother John : yes
Darick Anders: Like a damned circle.
Brother John : come Sam
Darick Anders: I guess we can check these stone coffin thingies out.
Val : right -- we need to find a stone was it?
Darick Anders: I really don't remember.
Darick Anders: No traps that I can see.
Sam Sork: Smell of death and decay.
Darick Anders: Clean your beard more often.
Brother John : a few potions, let me share some around.
Darick Anders: I have plenty.
Val : Thanks John.
Sam Sork: So we are in some crypt under a prison deep in the sewers, right? Makes a lot of sense * smile *
Darick Anders: I can't carry anything else, John.
Val : We are not in the sewers Sam -- we may be lost if the truth were known.
Val : Again, my thanks.
Brother John : some tools for you
Sam Sork: Yeah below prison, below sewers got that.
Darick Anders: Thanks. Might be useful.
Brother John : *nods*
Val : Close enough Sam, close enough.
Darick Anders: Not that there have been many pickable locks around here...
Sam Sork: May be there is a big cave with some kind of lake below this. Who knows.
Darick Anders: Zombie mutants. Two of 'em.
Val : Might be Sam.
Darick Anders: One more in there.
Val : More bombs?
Darick Anders: Where'd they come from?
Darick Anders: Another wright.
Sam Sork: Don't need to see you you smell bad enough.
Darick Anders: To the left!
Darick Anders: Stupid undead.
Val : Indeed -- no brains at all!
Darick Anders: Clear.
Val : Oh! thanks ... don't use up all your spells on me though -- I've got those good potions you gave me.
Sam Sork: I bump into a lot of coins.
Darick Anders: Door to the east. Want to check it out?
Brother John : need to rest a bit
Darick Anders: Right. Should be able to close those doors and rest in there.
Darick Anders: Hmm. Looks like another part of this...whatever this is.
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: *w* Two wrights.
Brother John : Did we explore this entire complex?
Sam Sork: Is it raining here?
Darick Anders: Two wrights just on the other side of the door.
Val : Dripping water -- not rain though Sam.
Sam Sork: Wright? Right.
Darick Anders: And I think we got all of this. At least I don't see any unmarked doors.
Brother John : Onward then.
Darick Anders: Just for that, Sam, you can go through first.
Sam Sork: Where
Darick Anders: Come here.
Darick Anders: To your left.
Darick Anders: Good job.
Brother John : Good dog *pats wolf*
Val : Another dog! Great!
Sam Sork: These undead are rich, they all have coins.
Val : oh -- feel 100% now!
Darick Anders: Blasted things!
Val : They really don't like you Darick!
Sam Sork: Another lion chest?
Darick Anders: So it seems.
Brother John : nice ring
Darick Anders: Bloody inferior potions...
Darick Anders: Must be spoiled.
Brother John : Val maybe you use that, help keep you fully healed
Val : You don't want it?
Darick Anders: I can sense another corridor, but I can't see a way to get to it from here.
Sam Sork: Got many arrows and potions here if you need.
Brother John : Well I have spells for healing and such protection
Val : Darick might have a use for it as well.
Darick Anders: No, I try to avoid getting hit.
Brother John : You are on the front line though so get banged up more
Darick Anders: Best you use it, Val.
Sam Sork: Wolf? Dog? What are you doing here?
Darick Anders: Save John on healing. *grins*
Val : ok -- great! my lucky day it seems.
Brother John : He's a pet provided by my goddess Sam
Val : Wow -- it is working its magic already!
Brother John : exactly
Darick Anders: Ah, thanks John. Anyway, I saw another door in the other part. Let's check that out.
Brother John : Ok
Brother John : Lead on
Darick Anders: Unless someone wants to open these things.
Val : Sure -- need to know what is inside eh?
Darick Anders: Might be useful.
Val : Might be what we are looking for.
Darick Anders: That too.
Sam Sork: May be we make a map of all this and give to his Lordship.
Darick Anders: Already doing that, Sam. *holds out a couple of sheets of paper* Oh, right. Sorry.
Darick Anders: Heh.
Val : That wolf is quick!
Darick Anders: Aye.
Darick Anders: Robe of light if anybody wants it.
Val : Not I ... heh.
Brother John : pack it up for sale later
Darick Anders: I can't carry much more.
Sam Sork: Yeah some people like to be noticed.
Brother John : Also have a couple of jade rings if anyone wants a light source.
Val : Sam?
Darick Anders: It's not healthy for me to be noticed.
Sam Sork: What? Not for me.
Sam Sork: Or put'em in a bag.
Brother John : Sam can you carry this robe?
Sam Sork: Ah but the bag is full already
Val : I thought you were the "packer" -- if you are loaded I've got some room.
Sam Sork: OK let me try
Brother John : Darick, you notice any ways out of here?
Darick Anders: *shifts pack* Got too much gold ta carry.
Darick Anders: Outside of the door we came in, no.
Darick Anders: There's another door back there we haven't tried yet, though. Maybe that'll lead to another part of this complex.
Brother John : Maybe we should take another careful look, then go back up
Sam Sork: I still have two big armors, one big shield, a bix axe and a sword here.
Darick Anders: Nothing.
Val : walls seem pretty solid.
Brother John : Ah well back up then
Darick Anders: Two ghouls and a ghast.
Val : ah so that is where they were all coming from.
Sam Sork: Show me the way wolf.
Brother John : poor guy
Darick Anders: Got a sack of gold I can't carry back there.
Val : got it.
Darick Anders: Never thought I would be so rich I had to leave gold behind...
Val : heh -- we aint there yet.
Darick Anders: Two wrights.
Darick Anders: Or wights.
Darick Anders: To the left.
Sam Sork: Wights are always wrong.
Darick Anders: You're a regular jester, Sam.
Darick Anders: Wall is false.
Darick Anders: Hmm...
Sam Sork: False how?
Val : Where we started.
Brother John : most strange
Darick Anders: Wights.
Darick Anders: What the?
Darick Anders: *stomps on the ground* What's this doing here?
Val : Well Sam -- they wouldn't fool you now would they?
Sam Sork: What?
Val : The false walls.
Darick Anders: Dark guy aheaed.
Darick Anders: And a wight to the right.
Sam Sork: Hello
Darick Anders: Die, damn it!
Darick Anders: Good shot, Sam.
Darick Anders: Can't tell what that sword is yet, hold on.
Darick Anders: Hmm.
Brother John : I could use the boots
Sam Sork: Did you check this one yet?
Brother John : anyone need a ring of protection?
Val : I have this nice cloak.
Darick Anders: I only hav ea minor one.
Brother John : ah ok why don't you take this one then Darick
Brother John : Sam do you have boots?
Darick Anders: Alright.
Sam Sork: I don't
Brother John : Take these then, they'll help protect you.
Darick Anders: Good shield for a holy man.
Darick Anders: Found a bunch of gold in the corner. I guess our friend here was hoarding it.
Sam Sork: Ah sorry I have some let me try these
Brother John : Darick, maybe you should take the cloak as well?
Val : I've got the gold you set out Darick.
Darick Anders: Hmm.
Brother John : *sorts thru pack*
Darick Anders: I'm carrying too much crap.
Brother John : I'd say dump any non magical stuff thats not needed.
Sam Sork: Let me see if I can take any more things.
Val : Excepting gold of course.
Brother John : anyone able to carry that longsword?
Darick Anders: Some more treasure around that bookcase.
Sam Sork: Done
Darick Anders: Well now.
Sam Sork: * sigh * More coins
Darick Anders: Found three of those.
Brother John : could use another
Sam Sork: Where are we?
Darick Anders: In a dungeon.
Sam Sork: What?
Darick Anders: Exactly.
Brother John : destroying this evil summoning circle
Val : Who is taking that other bag?
Sam Sork: Who are we fighting?
Brother John : Sam or Val
Val : Candles Sam.
Val : Tough candles at that.
Darick Anders: *shakes skeleton head maces in the air* Look at me, I'm a necrofiend!
Brother John : evil enchantments no doubt
Val : No doubt.
Darick Anders: Ghast.
Val : Just don't be calling any gods down here wanting to know who is bustin' up their stuff.
Darick Anders: And a ghoul.
Brother John : You finish searching thru all the books and such?
Darick Anders: Not yet.
Brother John : Let's do that before pressing on
Val : ok I'll grab that bag -- better than the one I have.
Darick Anders: *drops gold into one of the sacks*
Darick Anders: Damn things are coming out of the walls!
Darick Anders: Coffin in the corner.
Brother John : You check it?
Darick Anders: No, but it doesn't look trapped.
Darick Anders: *w* Looks clear.
Brother John : *eyes portal*
Brother John : Wonder where that leads?
Sam Sork: I think I like the green one better.
Val : Yes, green is definately your color Sam.
Sam Sork: That kind of robe... Good for mages I think.
Val : Might be.
Brother John : Didn't someone say something about a holy shield?
Sam Sork: This one?
Sam Sork: And there was an armor too I still carry that.
Brother John : Ah is that the one Darick mentioned?
Brother John : Can't use that one.
Darick Anders: Yep.
Sam Sork: Wasn't there a dead knight or paladin someplace?
Darick Anders: Jeez.
Brother John : Go ahead and repack it Sam
Val : keep the wolf back?
Sam Sork: We borrowed these back then
Brother John : Sam stay out of there
Darick Anders: Sure could use a fireball.
Val : Put that ring into use.
Darick Anders: That's all you, Val.
Sam Sork: I do not fear fire!
Brother John : Sam stay away from the zombies
Darick Anders: Well, I do.
Brother John : The fire will burn you up slowly but surely.
Darick Anders: More!
Val : hmmm... that ring was more effective than I had imagined.
Sam Sork: Hot zombies
Val : Indeed.
Darick Anders: More like gassy.
Darick Anders: Beetles.
Darick Anders: Two lightning towards the end.
Darick Anders: Wight on the left.
Sam Sork: Eh what? Badger?
Darick Anders: One beetle on the left.
Brother John : Another divine servant
Darick Anders: Other on the right.
Darick Anders: Ow!
Val : They packed quite a charge!
Darick Anders: A very conductive one at that.
Sam Sork: I felt lightning or something.
Darick Anders: Singed your hair, did it?
Val : Your sensed correct Sam.
Val : Felt that charge in the air did ya?
Darick Anders: Two beetles ahead to the right.
Sam Sork: Bump into more coins we should get the town beggars down here.
Darick Anders: You do that, Sam.
Val : lightning causes disease it seems.
Val : Thanks Brother John.
Sam Sork: Are these the bugs we met before?
Brother John : Believe so
Darick Anders: Beetle to the right and undead to the left.
Val : oh -- the ring would have gotten me back. heh.
Sam Sork: Ah may be I should handle them then.
Darick Anders: Oooh. This is ominous.
Darick Anders: Hmph. Need that stupid stone.
Sam Sork: Omni what?
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: Enemies down the corridor to my left.
Darick Anders: Undead on the left and beetles on the right.
Sam Sork: Just tell me where to go.
Darick Anders: *pushes Sam forward* That way.
Darick Anders: Keep going ahead, Sam.
Darick Anders: Around the corner.
Sam Sork: Ah felt it this time.
Darick Anders: John.
Darick Anders: More beetles around the corner and to the left.
Darick Anders: Three that I can hear.
Darick Anders: Clear this way.
Darick Anders: Or was.
Darick Anders: *eyes the chests* I bet one of those isn't really a chest...
Val : I'm ready.
Darick Anders: I'm not opening them.
Darick Anders: Two?
Sam Sork: Sorry
Val : Happens Sam.
Val : Good effort though.
Darick Anders: Ugh.
Brother John : what happened?
Val : whoa! what did you stumble into Darick?
Darick Anders: Swinging blades I think.
Darick Anders: *looks around for the pressure plate* I didn't even see it...
Val : hmm ... not much help there.
Brother John : Well I'm out of prayers so need to find a room to rest in.
Val : like that.
Darick Anders: Sheesh.
Val : Bad stuff.
Darick Anders: Aye.
Sam Sork: Need to run or what?
Val : no, need to tread lightly Sam.
Darick Anders: Must be something in this chest.
Darick Anders: Potion and gold.
Brother John : where you going?
Darick Anders: Trying to find a place to rest.
Brother John : need a chamber
Darick Anders: Up ahead.
Darick Anders: On the left, one of those lightning beetles.
Sam Sork: But we are in a resting place. They just don't seem to rest in peace here.
Brother John : this is where we came in from
Darick Anders: And a stag beetle I think.
Brother John : that's a dead end, leave them in peace.
Sam Sork: DEAD end? Ah
Darick Anders: Up ahead.
Brother John : Unless you want to go back up a level
Brother John : and rest there
Darick Anders: Might have to.
Darick Anders: Coffin to the north.
Brother John : we need to find a rooom
Sam Sork: What? Hanging bones.
Brother John : door over here
Darick Anders: Ghouls ahead.
Brother John : wererats
Darick Anders: And Ghouls behind.
Brother John : rest here
Darick Anders: Good idea.
Val : ah that chest looks promising.
Darick Anders: Stupid undead.
Darick Anders: Hmm.
Darick Anders: A ghoul key?
Brother John : can rest here
Sam Sork: I feel a bit sleepy. May be I shoould eat some.
Brother John : Sam, Val rest over here
Val : no can do.
Brother John : Sam here
Brother John : SAM
Brother John : OVER HERE
Sam Sork: Here?
Brother John : rest
Brother John : yes
Sam Sork: No
Sam Sork: Enemies
Darick Anders: Enemies.
Brother John : wait there
Brother John : we'll deal with them
Darick Anders: Got 'em.
Brother John : come back in and shut the door
Brother John : Sam needs to rest yet
Darick Anders: Another two.
Sam Sork: * yawn *
Val : more
Darick Anders: That's what I said.
Brother John : Sam try now
Sam Sork: Enemies
Darick Anders: Blasted undead.
Brother John : Ok wait here
Darick Anders: One more down the corridor.
Brother John : Quit seeking out more till all have rested
Val : hmm ... still uneasy.
Darick Anders: one more behind me.
Brother John : Val hold up
Val : aye, thanks -- don't know why I keep getting sick from these things.
Darick Anders: They just want to be loved.
Val : heh.
Darick Anders: Incoming.
Darick Anders: Or not.
Darick Anders: Just around the corner.
Darick Anders: Huh.
Darick Anders: Uh, yeah.
Val : oh! That looked bad.
Darick Anders: Lots'a undead.
Darick Anders: Now that's how it should be.
Val : another chest -- with a key?
Darick Anders: Found a stone.
Brother John : ah
Val : ah -- the one we been looking for?
Darick Anders: Think we need to find that diving pool.
Darick Anders: Or divining pool.
Brother John : hmm where was that?
Darick Anders: Back where we came? I dunno.
Brother John : Guess so
Brother John : Was that where we killed the lich I wonder?
Val : I've seen a couple not sure if any of them will do though.
Brother John : He was summoning undead right?
Brother John : door over here
Brother John : we didn't check
Darick Anders: Wonder if this is the one...
Brother John : ah that's the one we need the stone for
Darick Anders: Nope.
Darick Anders: Poor sap.
Darick Anders: Dunno, John. Any ideas?
Val : I'm not sure we've seen the one we are looking for have we? Have seen lots like that one back there though.
Brother John : Wasn't there a pool back where we slew that lich summoning the undead?
Darick Anders: I didn't keep good notes.
Darick Anders: Hmm. I think so, but how do we get back?
Brother John : Dunno, backtrack seems to be the only option.
Darick Anders: Wait...where was that room with all of the powder kegs?
Sam Sork: In the prison, was it?
Brother John : Right
Darick Anders: Ah, here it is.
Brother John : indeed
Val : heh -- glad it was close.
Devine Light: You see before you what looks like a spirit of devine good. Thank you for releasing my trapped spirit; I have been trapped in that well for what seems like an eternity. Now I must go to my eternal resting place but before you can leave this evil place you will need to retrieve the Sacred Stone from within the Devine Pool.
Val : eh? Your welcome?
Sam Sork: The woman
Darick Anders: A Sacred Stone! An evil spirit spoke of this stone earlier but I had no idea what it was talking about. What is the stone used for?
Devine Light: The stone is the key for your leaving this place, it is the only way you can open the sacred door to the south. Use the stone on the door and you shall be free of this place.
Sam Sork: No I can't SEE
Brother John : Excellent
Darick Anders: Thank you good spirit, I beginning to think I would never get out of this forsaken place.
Devine Light: You are welcome mortal; now please excuse me I must take my leave of this place. You must also leave here there are darker evils that dwell here that should not be disturbed. You should flee this evil dungeon before it becomes your tomb.
Darick Anders: Yes, you are right I shall leave here as hastily as I can.
Sam Sork: Who are you?
Brother John : Darick take the stone and let's be away
Darick Anders: Uh-oh.
Darick Anders: South is blocked!
Brother John : endless undead let's move out
Brother John : COME
Brother John : let the wolf delay them
Brother John : VAL SAM COME ON
Darick Anders: I think that's the last of them.
Darick Anders: Oh yeah, got some heals.
Sam Sork: So that lady?
Darick Anders: Now to go use this stone and get out of here.
Brother John : Must have been the voice we heard
Darick Anders: Yep.
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Kail Porfren: Ah... I see. Oh... a religious man, then?
Brother John : *arises from his prayers*
Brother John : Ah... and who might this fellow be?
Val : Name is Kail and he be joining us I figure.
Darick Anders: Could certainly use another pair of hands down here.
Kail Porfren: Figured I might as well... not like wandering around alone down here's exactly safe...
Val : We just as well be losed together.
Brother John : Indeed *smiles*
Val : *lost*
Brother John : I'm Brother John, a priest of Lliira.
Brother John : Welcome.
Kail Porfren: Thank ye' kindly...
Kail Porfren: So... what were ye' all about, before I stumbled in?
Darick Anders: Were about to check out this door behind me I think.
Val : *nods*
Val : looking fer a way out.
Kail Porfren: Right... so, we goin' ta look at the door?
Val : Thinking about it ...
Darick Anders: Aside from it being ugly, it's already been checked out. Oh, before I forget, we found some magey stuff. Got plenty of gold, so you can have it.
Kail Porfren: Gold's always nice... though carrying too much can be a bother
Val : yes, we are discovering that.
Darick Anders: Oh, aye.
Kail Porfren: Huh... fire... there are such better ways to go about things
Val : I have a magic bag if you like?
Brother John : Shall we?
Kail Porfren: I'm fine, actually rather broke at the moment
Darick Anders: One of them doom knights ahead.
Brother John : hmm
Val : It is a spare so if you need one, let me know.
Darick Anders: On the right.
Kail Porfren: As you wish
Brother John : Let's press on
Darick Anders: *whispers to Kali* Whatever you do, don't talk to Sam about his "green" robe.
Brother John : *sings hymn*
Kail Porfren: *whispers back* But it's... Ah
Sam Sork: * concentrate before the fight *
Val : Green is Sam's favorite color.
Darick Anders: Just ahead and to the right, John.
Brother John : two of them
Brother John : duh
Darick Anders: Die, damn you!
Sam Sork: What? Dead already?
Kail Porfren: Odd...
Sam Sork: Who's there?
Darick Anders: Uh-oh.
Darick Anders: Big one, Sam! Right ahead!
Sam Sork: You too?
Val : Good show SAM!
Darick Anders: Good hitting.
Sam Sork: big Halberd
Val : Aye and good healing John! I thought I was done for.
Kail Porfren: Most of my spells appear rather... uneffective against these.
Darick Anders: Here, Kali. Try this on.
Sam Sork: May be it's magical.
Kail Porfren: *slips the ring on* It's nice...
Darick Anders: It is. And it's rather nice too...
Kail Porfren: Ooh... A firey halberd! And slightly enhanced, as well
Sam Sork: * point to halberd *
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: Would be good for a polearm wielder.
Brother John : well another trinket to sell, unless one of you care to weild it.
Val : Not me.
Brother John : pack it up then
Kail Porfren: Most definately not me... that thing's twice my size
Darick Anders: Two dooms to the east, along with two coffins.
Sam Sork: Still we have to be prepared one of these creature did something to me I wanted to attack but was frozen.
Brother John : whomever has an empty bag.
Kail Porfren: Ah... I can help with that, Sam
Darick Anders: I got some room.
Sam Sork: Like if I was afraid or something.
Brother John : I might be able to help with that.
Darick Anders: That be my limit.
Kail Porfren: I could carry something... wasn't wandering about with much, before
Val : As can I.
Darick Anders: Good. You two can carry stuff next time then. *grins*
Kail Porfren: Fair enough
Sam Sork: I can't carry that big weapon I have much weight with me already.
Brother John : So, which way?
Darick Anders: Two to my left.
Brother John : Should we bother with them?
Sam Sork: Two? Two what?
Darick Anders: *shrugs* Rather they not be at our backs. Two doom knights, Sam.
Brother John : doom knights, apparently.
Sam Sork: Ah same nasty creatures? Doom knight you call them?
Darick Anders: Yep.
Sam Sork: Well they die quickly but you need to get to them.
Val : can you bring one of them over this way?
Brother John : Well, if we're going to put them down, I'll pray
Val : They hit pretty hard.
Darick Anders: They're close together, but I'll try. Clear me out a path to run back.
Kail Porfren: I think it saw us...
Darick Anders: Duh...
Val : Damn you are good at that Sam.
Kail Porfren: That should help, next time
Brother John : Come on!
Darick Anders: *shakes head* Wooo...
Sam Sork: Ah just knock them down.
Brother John : Darick, you ok?
Darick Anders: I missed it? Damn.
Darick Anders: Am now. Stupid thing did something to my mind.
Val : You will have to help me improve my ability to knock them down.
Sam Sork: Told you!
Brother John : Take a look at the caskets
Darick Anders: You don't look so good, John.
Kail Porfren: You should both be protected now...
Brother John : a temporary set back
Sam Sork: Don't know Val it seems that I push them and they fall.
Darick Anders: Ooh. Some nice gloves in here for Sam.
Val : Indeed -- good thing for us Sam.
Sam Sork: For me?
Sam Sork: In there?
Darick Anders: And a helmet for John. I left the stuff in the coffins, too much for me to carry.
Sam Sork: * touch around * Many things in here.
Kail Porfren: Well... dead bodies aside, these are quite interesting...
Brother John : wand for our mage here too
Sam Sork: Three potions a ring cold gloves and cold shurikens.
Val : This mind spell seems to work better than ale ...
Sam Sork: Who can shoot with these?
Kail Porfren: Not I...
Sam Sork: Val may be?
Darick Anders: Way up is clear and I think I saw Khelben up there.
Kail Porfren: Rather fancy spear, here...
Kail Porfren: Should I carry it?
Darick Anders: Go ahead.
Val : With what Sam -- oh -- I can't use those.
Val : Too small for my fat fingers.
Brother John : nice belt if someone can use it
Sam Sork: Well I could try if you guide my hand.
Kail Porfren: Could I see it?
Kail Porfren: The belt, that is?
Darick Anders: Huh. Better for someone up front.
Kail Porfren: Ah...
Val : Aim for the sound of battle ... and high -- above me head if you get my meaning.
Darick Anders: *chuckles* And make sure I'm behind you!
Brother John : and with this helm, I don't need this ring any longer
Sam Sork: * play with the stars * I'd rather not.
Brother John : anyone use it?
Val : Fair enough -- perhaps better really.
Darick Anders: I already have one like that.
Brother John : well I can sell it later then.
Kail Porfren: I don't... well, I do, but not as fancy as that
Brother John : take it then
Brother John : anyone need the belt?
Darick Anders: Better you use it, then. It's not like we need the coin.
Val : I could use it.
Brother John : ok Val
Brother John : take it
Sam Sork: Belt? I am wearing a belt.
Val : Thanks.
Sam Sork: * Try the cold gloves *
Brother John : Need to find a place to pray soon.
Val : A belt for help agains magic Sam -- do you want it?
Sam Sork: No.
Darick Anders: The mage is upstairs, maybe we can rest there?
Brother John : We need to find a room to rest in.
Val : perhaps -- there was the room to the south as well no?
Darick Anders: THere's one south of us.
Brother John : Very well, let's fall back to there then.
Darick Anders: Ow!
Darick Anders: Stupid thing saw me? How?
Kail Porfren: A very good question... perhaps you got too close?
Sam Sork: Bugs?
Kail Porfren: There was one... it's gone now
Darick Anders: Must have.
Kail Porfren: All these skeletons hanging about... it's eerie
Darick Anders: *calls back* Clear!
Val : Sometimes they come at ya so be careful.
Darick Anders: Gonna have to work on my sneaking I see. Thanks, John.
Brother John : *nods*
Darick Anders: Rest up, I'll take first watch.
Brother John : *rests and prays*
Kail Porfren: *rests*
Brother John : well, I believe we've covered this area pretty completely.
Brother John : So guess we should head back up via that staircase we found to the north?
Kail Porfren: I imagine that'd be better than standing about here
Val : *nods*
Brother John : Well, when Darick finishes his snack, we'll move on then.
Darick Anders: *sucks crumbs off of his fingers* Sorry. You guys ready?
Val : aye
Brother John : lead on
Brother John : it clear?
Darick Anders: Clear.
Darick Anders: The mage is around the corner.
Val : what are these?
Brother John : Mage?
Sam Sork: Mage?
Darick Anders: Though he looks like he's not really there; like he was a ghost or something. Yeah, that blackstaff fella.
Val : oh?
Brother John : hmm
Khelben Blackstaff: Welcome back, my friend. I see you have discovered a long-lost, hidden secret: the Ancient Dungeon.
Sam Sork: But we killed that lich, right?
Brother John: The Ancient Dungeon? Khelben, what was that place? And why was it sealed and hidden from the people of Waterdeep?
Khelben Blackstaff: That Ancient dungeon was sealed over 200 years ago for good reason. It was sealed to keep the evil that lives there contained. Let's just say that the evil in the Ancient Dungeon could pose an even greater threat than the one before us now.
Darick Anders: Ayup. And took his spiffy robes.
Khelben Blackstaff: As you have already noticed, the Lords of Waterdeep sealed the lower entrance many years ago to keep wandering adventures, such as you, out.
Khelben Blackstaff: It would be best if you forgot about this dungeon and continued with your original quest.
Brother John: As you wish, Khelben.
Khelben Blackstaff: You have done very well up to this point, but there is much yet for you to do.
Brother John: I am unable to open the door behind you. It has been magically sealed and I don't posses the knowledge to un-seal it.
Khelben Blackstaff: *Khelben turns to open the door.* I shall undo the spell that seals the door so that you may leave this place.
Khelben Blackstaff: The magic protection on the Ancient door has been dispelled.
Brother John: Thank you, Khelben.
Khelben Blackstaff: So long my friend.
Val : bugger -- why did he leave us here?
Brother John : guess this is the way out
Sam Sork: Ah the one who sent us down here? Is he?
Darick Anders: *spits* Mages and thier magic. *looks at Kali* Present company excluded of course. *grins*
Kail Porfren: *laughs*
Brother John : Markers are likely signs to the ancient dungeon
Darick Anders: Huh. ANybody have a key?
Kail Porfren: No need to exclude me... I could do plenty of nasty things, if I put my mind to it
Val : aye Sam -- he be the one -- but did he tell us to NOT go this way?
Brother John : No key here
Kail Porfren: I think he said we shouldn't have been in that last area...
Kail Porfren: I've got one, but not for here...
Kail Porfren: Oh...
Brother John : I thought you had all of the keys we found Derick?
Darick Anders: Pfft.
Kail Porfren: That was handy
Darick Anders: I think I do.
Sam Sork: So he can come and go like that?
Kail Porfren: Aye... I would need to train many long years before I could do that
Darick Anders: I think that was just a projection, Sam.
Kail Porfren: Or that...
Kail Porfren: That wouldn't take so long
Darick Anders: Alrighty then. Which way now?
Kail Porfren: Huh... "To Death Section". Perhaps not this way?
Darick Anders: We've been that way.
Brother John : I think we already cleard that
Kail Porfren: Ah... good then
Brother John : The lich was there
Val : That is the way we went earlier.
Darick Anders: Lich death section. *grins*
Brother John : I'd say the door we couldn't open would be a likely choice.
Val : Back to the sewers and try something else?
Darick Anders: Do you remember where it was?
Brother John : just behind me
Darick Anders: That's the way we just came.
Sam Sork: Sewers? Follow your nose.
Brother John : where we cam thru
Brother John : no the door to the north
Darick Anders: I don't have a key for it.
Sam Sork: Sewers... My right hand for sure.
Kail Porfren: Perhaps we should forget about it?
Brother John : Guess it's back to the sewers then.
Brother John : We explored all the death section, no?
Darick Anders: Hold on.
Darick Anders: Never mind.
Darick Anders: Got too many keys.
Brother John : perhaps we could smash the door open?
Sam Sork: You need a blind locksmith?
Darick Anders: Don't waste your time, Kali.
Darick Anders: *kail.
Kail Porfren: Just checking...
Darick Anders: Could try a powder keg...
Val : might work -- enough of them around
Brother John : does nothing
Powder keg: Before you is a small wooden keg. It appears to have a small wick, similar to a candle, coming out of the top of the barrel. What do you wish to do?
Sam Sork: Strong door.
Powder keg: Before you is a small wooden keg. It appears to have a small wick, similar to a candle, coming out of the top of the barrel. What do you wish to do?
Brother John : could try one I guess
Val : Indeed it is.
Kail Porfren: *rolls one over*
Brother John : Sam, come this way
Brother John : the rest of you move clear of that hall
Sam Sork: What's this? Stone? Lever?
Darick Anders: I'll just stand over here.
Darick Anders: Already used that, Sam. Now get back here.
Kail Porfren: Alright, everyone back far enough? I'm going to light it, then run
Sam Sork: I am here.
Darick Anders: Aye. Light away.
Val : or we could use a bolt.
Brother John : ok
Kail Porfren: Huh...
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: Nope.
Val : Very strong door.
Kail Porfren: Guess that door's impassible, for now
Brother John : well it was worth a try.
Val : dwur smith no doubt.
Darick Anders: Back to the sewers I guess.
Brother John : Indeed
Brother John : We seem to have run out of options round here.
Sam Sork: Would it require some unique magical key?
Brother John : Would seem so Sam.
Darick Anders: *calls back* Clear.
Sam Sork: Aaah stinks in here.
Darick Anders: Still need a silver key.
Val : hmmm ... no keys.
Darick Anders: *shrugs*
Brother John : no keys, no choice
Brother John : back we go
Val : North and south doors need keys?
Darick Anders: Maybe there's another part to this area that we need to go back up to get to?
Brother John : perhaps
Darick Anders: There were two sewer areas I think...
Kail Porfren: Ehm...?
Kail Porfren: That's odd
Brother John : DARICK
Darick Anders: What?
Darick Anders: I didn't close the door.
Kail Porfren: A pressure plate...
Brother John : thought we might need you
Kail Porfren: You did, but not on purpose...
Darick Anders: Oh. Right.
Sam Sork: I still prefer the snowy mountains.
Darick Anders: Don't remmeber this part...
Kail Porfren: Sam? You still with us?
Kail Porfren: Ah, there you are
Kail Porfren: Perhaps the button back in the kobold's lair?
Darick Anders: No, that opened another door.
Sam Sork: Turning back?
Brother John : this way leads to the northern sewers
Kail Porfren: The door is locked... we can't get it open from there
Brother John : the other ways a dead end I believe
Val : aye -- two ways north -- did they go to the same place?
Brother John : Not sure
Darick Anders: Found a pillar with a button, but I guess it was already pressed.
Kail Porfren: We have to leave someone behind....
Darick Anders: I can run.
Brother John : been here before
Kail Porfren: That works
Val : yep.
Brother John : I think we want to go back and down to level 2
Brother John : I think we explored all of level 1
Darick Anders: Bloody sewers.
Val : As much as we could get to anyway.
Brother John : We opted not to go down initially as we wanted to finish level 1.
Brother John : Then we found the containment area and ancient dungeon.
Kail Porfren: Have you tried going right here?
Brother John : level 2 is this way
Darick Anders: I think there was a door that way. *points west*
Kail Porfren: You've obviously been here...
Darick Anders: Stay off of the pressure plate.
Kail Porfren: *laughs*
Brother John : Val WAIT
Brother John : *sighs*
Sam Sork: WHAT?
Kail Porfren: Try coming around the other way, Darick...
Kail Porfren: Left of the plate... well, your left
Sam Sork: Stop playing with that gate!
Kail Porfren: There we go
Darick Anders: Hah! Stupid door.
Kail Porfren: The Lich didn't happen to carry a silver key, did he?
Darick Anders: Nope.
Brother John : hmm
Val : Not that I recall.
Kail Porfren: And that lever does...?
Brother John : this is where we came from
Brother John : *sighs*
Kail Porfren: We appear well and truely lost...
Val : They seemed to open doors.
Kail Porfren: Nobody happens to need a cloak that helps them hide, do they?
Kail Porfren: I've picked up two along the way
Val : Is the Correction Facility the only way out of here without a silver key?
Brother John : Would seem so
Kail Porfren: Where's Darick?
Brother John : Good question
Kail Porfren: Well... only one way out of here, yes?
Kail Porfren: *points*
Brother John : Unless we missed a secret door along the way somewhere.
Kail Porfren: A distinct possibility... Darick wouldn't just have left though, would he? Unless he got stuck or something.
Val : Zombies moving about here.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : where'd they go?
Kail Porfren: I don't know... I may have heard a faint echo down that way...
Darick Anders: Found a gold key down here.
Kail Porfren: Oh, my... I thought you had cleared this area?
Val : Another in there still.
Darick Anders: Skeleton to the right.
Brother John : thought we cleared this once?
Darick Anders: We did.
Kail Porfren: Perhaps you missed something...
Darick Anders: No, I don't think we did. These must have come later.
Darick Anders: Poor Dof.
Kail Porfren: Dof?
Darick Anders: *gestures at the dead dog by the door* He was a good dog.
Kail Porfren: Ah...
Val : aye a good dog he was.
Sam Sork: Is this the place with the lady knight calling for help? Wait.... It's the altar thing, right?
Darick Anders: No, that's where the mage told us to forget about, Sam.
Brother John : Lets go try the gold key
Kail Porfren: No?
Darick Anders: No go.
Kail Porfren: *frowns*
Val : There was 15 gold on those bones -- have we checked everything?
Brother John : no luck?
Kail Porfren: I've been checking things as I pass them...
Darick Anders: Not the right key, no.
Val : right -- I have not -- thought it best if one person got it all.
Brother John : what about these floor levers?
Darick Anders: They open the cell doors.
Brother John : hmm oo...
Darick Anders: Sturdy wood.
Brother John : Well... I'm open to suggestiongs.
Darick Anders: *shrugs* Unless we can find a key to that door, we're stuck.
Kail Porfren: I've got nothing...
Kail Porfren: Or one of those.
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Kail Porfren: Ah, there we are, Brother John... Darick believes he has the key we need.
Sam Sork: Oh... Hello.
Val : Ah, the shining beacon has returned.
Brother John : *nods*
Darick Anders: Done meditating? Oh, this is Islare in the service of the Lords or something or another.
Val : Who is out there -- oh an elven lass!
Brother John : Eh?
Brother John : Oh, I see
Islare Melin: I hunt the drow.
Val : ah another lost soul eh? Pleased to meet you, I be Val another in the service of the Lords.
Brother John : Hmm
Darick Anders: Good. We are as well, if we can find 'em.
Brother John : Sounds good to me
Sam Sork: Call me Sam.
Brother John : I am Brother John.
Val : And this big fella in the GREEN robes is Sam -- he is blind don't you know.
Brother John : Right then....
Islare Melin: It is a pleasure to meet you all. Would you do me the honor of allowing me to travel with you, since our goal is the same?
Darick Anders: Ayup.
Sam Sork: And I assume you know no way out of this place.
Darick Anders: Of course. We're all trapped down here, so I don't see why not.
Brother John : We've a couple keys yet to try out.
Islare Melin: Out? I am uncertain as tyo how I found myself in.
Kail Porfren: I felt much the same way... I entered, and a turn or two later, was completely lost.
Val : Perhaps the Lords felt your service was needed ...
Sam Sork: Let me guess... Dumped in the sewers? * smile *
Val : Har, har! Good one Sam!
Islare Melin: I don't recall using teleportation, but here I am. At least I am not naked.
Darick Anders: She may have been, but at least she smells better than most of the things dumped down here.
Sam Sork: Don't know if we should laugh or cry Val.
Darick Anders: Anyway, the way up is clear.
Val : Right.
Brother John : So... back to the Death Section to check keys?
Val : Time to open a door I recon
Darick Anders: I thought the keys were upstairs?
Kail Porfren: As did I
Kail Porfren: Or the doors, rather
Val : The doors are.
Darick Anders: Doors, keys, they're all the same.
Brother John : I thought one of the doors in the death section was locked?
Brother John : Maybe I'm confused though.
Val : There be a locked door behind me.
Darick Anders: Could be. But it's up to you, boss.
Darick Anders: Can't open that one.
Val : That the one you thinking of?
Brother John : Well let's check the death section then go back up.
Darick Anders: Right.
Val : Right.
Kail Porfren: Left
Darick Anders: Down
Islare Melin: Might I ask who is the leader of this . . . expedition?
Darick Anders: Sure, but we don't know either.
Kail Porfren: Brother John appears to be... I don't rightly know, myself
Darick Anders: Clear, but the dog's still dead.
Val : Nothing.
Islare Melin: I suppose I should count myself lucky I did not fall into a nest of reavers.
Sam Sork: Our dog?
Darick Anders: Yep.
Val : Poor Dorf.
Darick Anders: Where was this door, John?
Brother John : hmm guess I was thinking of the one upstairs.
Kail Porfren: Back up, then?
Islare Melin: Was your party the cause of this bloodshed?
Darick Anders: Yeah, we got all of the doors down here.
Darick Anders: This? No, this was already here.
Kail Porfren: I believe it was the Lich these fine people destroyed...
Darick Anders: We just killed some zombies and a lich.
Islare Melin: *spits* Undead
Darick Anders: Ayup.
Darick Anders: Don't like 'em myself.
Brother John : You tried the gold key on that door over there?
Darick Anders: It doesn't unlock!
Brother John : hmm alright
Islare Melin: I am certain you have attempted all the levers?
Darick Anders: No, we left one or two for you, sweets.
Brother John : So, we have two doors and one key
Brother John : which way first?
Islare Melin: *holds down stomach contents*
Kail Porfren: That way?
Islare Melin: More in the left passage
Darick Anders: Did someone get that bow?
Kail Porfren: I did.
Brother John : not I
Darick Anders: Alright.
Kail Porfren: Though I can't tell exactly what it is...
Darick Anders: Let em see it.
Val : bones rattling.
Darick Anders: Behind!
Val : hmm .. clever ambuseh.
Kail Porfren: Well... somebody look at this shield
Darick Anders: Nice bow. Shame I can't use it.
Islare Melin: Bow?
Darick Anders: Shield?
Kail Porfren: On this body
Brother John : Nice shield
Darick Anders: *hands a short sword to Islare* Here, sweets, try this out.
Kail Porfren: Wah?
Sam Sork: What's going on?
Islare Melin: You have my gratitude. Why do you assume I am sweet? Are you a flesh-eater?
Kail Porfren: *laughs* We're not supposed to get out...
Darick Anders: Some more of those...wha?
Val : We aren't?
Darick Anders: Bah.
Kail Porfren: Whoever designed this didn't want us to
Islare Melin: The teleport traps are disconcerting.
Kail Porfren: Oh... my... a Silver key
Darick Anders: Anyway, I found two of those exploding zombie thingies to the west.
Sam Sork: Where am I?
Darick Anders: We got another silver key?
Darick Anders: Sam!
Sam Sork: Yeah?
Kail Porfren: Aye... here it is
Darick Anders: There you are.
Darick Anders: Thanks, Kail.
Islare Melin: Forgive me, Master Sork. I did not realize you are without sight. Shall I assist you?
Kail Porfren: Perhaps we can get out now?
Darick Anders: So. To the west or to that other door?
Val : Just stay low when he starts swinging that stick.
Brother John : Well that'll hopefully get us into the other wing of this place then.
Kail Porfren: *sighs* No... still trapped in here
Islare Melin: *nods* indeed
Sam Sork: No but this place is tricky you can walk forever and get nowhere.
Kail Porfren: Woah!
Kail Porfren: There's an illusionary wall here!
Brother John : bah
Darick Anders: *shouts* Go through the middle!
Kail Porfren: Everybody... you should get back here.
Val : Did we miss something Kail?
Kail Porfren: Yes
Darick Anders: Zombie ahead.
Kail Porfren: There was a hidden chamber back there...
Val : What?
Kail Porfren: Behind an illusory wall
Val : oh?
Kail Porfren: Much like these
Islare Melin: Who designed this place?
Darick Anders: A sadist.
Kail Porfren: Oh, and I may have angered some skeletons...
Brother John : where's this room?
Kail Porfren: Back this way!
Darick Anders: Skeletons
Sam Sork: Where are we going?
Darick Anders: Pfft.
Islare Melin: Does anyone use spears?
Val : Good nose there Kail.
Darick Anders: Kail, look at this stuff.
Brother John : there's a wand
Kail Porfren: Trap on that crate
Darick Anders: Trap
Kail Porfren: I could swear those things just come out of the stonework...
Darick Anders: Just gold, John.
Val : Indeed or from the bones scattered about.
Brother John : *nods*
Islare Melin: Who knows how many times the dead will rise?
Darick Anders: Good place to rest I think.
Kail Porfren: *a panther runs in*
Islare Melin: There is certainly no shortage of dead to raise.
Kail Porfren: Ah, Trini, there we are... I thought I'd lost you!
Val : faces off with the badger.
Val : oh! Nice cat you have there Kail.
Brother John : perhaps you can make use of those?
Val : Looks like it eats a lot.
Kail Porfren: *laughs* More than I do
Darick Anders: Whoa...nice doggy...
Val : Wow -- getting crowded in here.
Islare Melin: Do not fear, he has a sweet tooth.
Kail Porfren: Well... this is interesting... who knew we had all these animals traveling with us
Darick Anders: Good thing I'm sour.
Islare Melin: Indeed
Sam Sork: * shake head *
Val : Aye, and everyone knows dwarves are tough and grisly.
Brother John : Right then
Darick Anders: Fair Elven lasses, however...*grins*
Darick Anders: Clear.
Islare Melin: I wish I had not brought it up. *swallows bile* The idea is inappropriate for these surroundings.
Darick Anders: Mage!
Kail Porfren: Yes?
Darick Anders: Lost him.
Darick Anders: Not you, Kail.
Kail Porfren: Ah...
Kail Porfren: Arrows here...
Darick Anders: Just plain ones.
Kail Porfren: Oh, my... it looks like an adventurer died here...
Islare Melin: Look out, Sam. Poison!
Darick Anders: Sam's used to the smell.
Kail Porfren: Or at least all his gear got left here
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: what poison?
Val : heh.
Islare Melin: Never mind. You avoided it better than I
Sam Sork: That bad smell?
Darick Anders: Like I said.
Brother John : sack will prove useful
Brother John : not sure we can carry the rest though
Brother John : pretty loaded down as is
Val : anything useful?
Darick Anders: Another false wall to the west with zombies behind it.
Kail Porfren: Magic armor and magic shield...
Brother John : What do you make of this?
Islare Melin: I think I can carry a bit more.
Brother John : *examines alcove*
Val : the most? coins?
Kail Porfren: I'm carrying the armor and shield for now, if nobody else wants them
Kail Porfren: They're not all that magic, just slight enhancements
Val : What sort of shield?
Brother John : anyone use darts?
Sam Sork: Dare not.
Kail Porfren: That kind of shield
Islare Melin: Darts? Perhaps, if I am without arrowns
Darick Anders: *tries to listen at the door*
Val : I can swap it for this heavy thing if no one else wants it.
Darick Anders: *mutters* Meh. Stupid thing's too think...
Val : Anyone put four coins on the altar?
Kail Porfren: I could...
Kail Porfren: Not sure what'll happen, though
Brother John : Those will help you when in trouble.
Darick Anders: Die! Again!
Val : Now I can pack evne more.
Val : Anything else need packing?
Darick Anders: I didn't do it.
Kail Porfren: Not currently
Kail Porfren: Anything interesting behind that false wall you were talking about?
Darick Anders: I didn't look very far because of these undead. *gestures at the corpses*
Sam Sork: No I can keep 200 to 300 pounds.
Kail Porfren: Ah...
Kail Porfren: Shall we, then?
Darick Anders: After you.
Brother John : another nice shield, if someone needs one.
Darick Anders: More undead.
Sam Sork: Ah got one at last
Val : Good shot Sam!
Kail Porfren: Anybody interesting an a two-bladed sword?
Kail Porfren: There's a nice one here
Brother John : some magical arrows and lock picks here
Islare Melin: Who stuffs walking corpses in barrels?
Sam Sork: If they can fit in may be easy to carry around.
Val : Strange place indeed Islare.
Brother John : Useful cloak there if someone needs one
Sam Sork: Or easy to store.
Islare Melin: CLoak of Protextion?
Brother John : *nods*
Sam Sork: I don't have a cloak
Sam Sork: But it's not cold here and the weather does not change much.
Val : Not yet anyway, Sam.
Brother John : nice cloak for a scout
Sam Sork: Thanks
Val : Or an elf ...
Sam Sork: What color is it?
Islare Melin: Sam may use it. I shall wait my turn.
Sam Sork: Oh you need that please take it.
Islare Melin: It is white with silver accents. It suits you.
Val : Sam has one.
Brother John : Well let's pick up the cloaks and move on.
Kail Porfren: Some healing potions on the ground here, if somebody wants them
Darick Anders: Looks good on you.
Islare Melin: Thank you, Sam.
Islare Melin: Thank you, Derrick
Sam Sork: Ah never mind.
Kail Porfren: I'll carry them, then
Val : Good.
Val : did we go south?
Darick Anders: Nothin down there but that altar thing.
Val : ah yes.
Darick Anders: Looks like a false wall.
Sam Sork: This place is crowded like a market day now.
Val : Indeed.
Darick Anders: Or maybe not.
Val : a door perhaps?
Val : Only the strong? That be us I'm thinking.
Kail Porfren: Potion, some gold... and looks like part of a journal...
Darick Anders: Not me.
Sam Sork: Strong? Like me?
Val : Yep.
Sam Sork: To do what?
Darick Anders: One of you meat heads can open that door.
Brother John: I opened it.
Val : Sign said only the strong would pass, Sam.
Darick Anders: Skeelton to the right.
Darick Anders: Kali.
Islare Melin: I can't see anything in here.
Kail Porfren: Bit busy....
Sam Sork: Got You
Islare Melin: It's some sort of glitch. brb
Brother John : some magical leather of some sort here
Kail Porfren: I'm at my limit, right here...
Kail Porfren: Slight magical enhancement...
Kail Porfren: Some magically enhanced leather here, elf... you might like it
Sam Sork: What bones?
Islare Melin: Well, it's nice to be able to see again.
Darick Anders: Some darts back there for you, sweets.
Islare Melin: *raises an eyebrow at Darick*
Val : I got the darts -- anyone use them?
Darick Anders: Need a key.
Brother John : anyone find any keys?
Val : These things too heavy for them to pack I guess?
Sam Sork: What's that? Shields lying around?
Kail Porfren: No... I found a rather large hole in the ground though... by falling through it
Brother John : oh?
Islare Melin: *sighs* it feels as if it has been a lifeage since I have felt the sun upon my face. It wears upon me.
Kail Porfren: Just past the correction facility
Kail Porfren: It doesn't look like much... it's a trap or something.
Sam Sork: Who's this?
Islare Melin: *Peeks into the chasm*
Islare Melin: You fell through this, Kali?
Kail Porfren: I'm afraid so...
Brother John : yes we ran into that earlier
Kail Porfren: Ah... good to know
Islare Melin: There is a lever on the other side
Darick Anders: I think we've been down there already.
Kail Porfren: Just brought me down to the correction facility, so I'd imagine so
Darick Anders: That goes to the correction facility.
Kail Porfren: It's at the wrong angle for arrows to push it, Miss...
Kail Porfren: I don't believe I ever caught your name
Islare Melin: I believe I hit it, but it was ineffective
Brother John : So there's no way across apparently
Darick Anders: Hmm.
Val : I don't recall this being here before.
Brother John : It was
Islare Melin: Pardon me., I am Islare.
Darick Anders: Ah ha.
Kail Porfren: Ah... good to know
Val : there -- that is how I remember it.
Kail Porfren: Well... that's interesting
Darick Anders: Hmm.
Sam Sork: Who's staring?
Darick Anders: Hah!
Kail Porfren: *slips and falls into the hole*
Darick Anders: Another to the north.
Kail Porfren: That was... unpleasant
Darick Anders: Heh.
Darick Anders: Thing fell into the pit.
Kail Porfren: *laughs*
Darick Anders: By...
Kail Porfren: Stupid things...
Darick Anders: *Bye...
Islare Melin: I do hope we do not need to go down there for anything.
Val : indeed -- best avoid that pit ourselves I'm thinkling.
Sam Sork: What pit?
Darick Anders: A pit with a glowing box behind it.
Kail Porfren: The one right in front of you, Sam
Kail Porfren: I'd avoid stepping too far forward
Islare Melin: And new tennants
Sam Sork: Is it? Better let me know.
Darick Anders: Oops.
Islare Melin: The gods do not look favorably upon those who tease the blind.
Val : Wow!
Sam Sork: HELP
Sam Sork: GET ME OUT!
Islare Melin: Not to worry. I am here, Sam
Darick Anders: Zombies.
Islare Melin: Sam?
Val : Can either of you manage to get out?
Kail Porfren: Key here!
Darick Anders: *calls down* You two alright down there?
Sam Sork: Well
Islare Melin: We are alive.
Darick Anders: Uh, Val..?
Kail Porfren: Oh, my... a rod of resurrection
Val : That is a start -- any way out?
Kail Porfren: Very valuable
Darick Anders: One more.
Islare Melin: It is safe to rest here, Sam
Darick Anders: Make that two.
Islare Melin: I shall keep watch for you
Darick Anders: Chest back here.
Sam Sork: Where are the others?
Darick Anders: And trapped.
Islare Melin: I do not know, but we are no longer alone. My creatures shall protect us as we search.
Darick Anders: Too much for me to carry, but some nice thigns in there.
Val : So Sam, are you napping or looking for a way out?
Sam Sork: This place do you know it?
Darick Anders: PUt that nose to use, Sam!
Sam Sork: Nose? Why?
Islare Melin: I do not. There are two doors and many cells.
Kail Porfren: Oh... my. that's a large hole
Val : In that pit?
Sam Sork: Take a door up then.
Darick Anders: Aye.
Brother John : where are the others?
Kail Porfren: They fell...
Darick Anders: That pressure plate opened it while it closed the others. *gestures at the pit* Down there.
Brother John : oh
Islare Melin: "UP"? I see a door to an Ancient dungeon and one which looks infinitely less promising.
Darick Anders: Sam fell and the lass went after him.
Brother John : There a way back up?
Darick Anders: Should be. I think it's the jail.
Islare Melin: Sam, follow my voice!
Sam Sork: Down?
Islare Melin: There are statues of someone called Lathander. Two
Sam Sork: We don't want down.
Islare Melin: You are between them
Darick Anders: Ow.
Kail Porfren: I believe you need to fall to get out of there *shouts back up*
Kail Porfren: *shouts* Sam?
Sam Sork: Shhhh
Darick Anders: *shouts* Sweets? Come to my voice.
Brother John : You all right down there?
Darick Anders: No, Kail. That pressure plate will close the pit.
Sam Sork: Wait
Darick Anders: yeah! Don't come down.
Sam Sork: WHO'S HERE?
Brother John : Ok, I'll wait here.
Islare Melin: I thought the idea was for us to escape, not for you to join us.
Darick Anders: We're the resucers, now come on.
Kail Porfren: Yes, but we've been here before... we know the way out
Sam Sork: Don't need no rescue
Darick Anders: Uh-huh.
Val : guess we go around?
Darick Anders: Okay, John. Press that plate.
Darick Anders: Okay, let's get out of here.
Val : oh! That was clever.
Kail Porfren: Found a key...
Darick Anders: Let's see if this works...
Val : So, we are all together again.
Brother John : maybe for that door to the north east?
Darick Anders: That's what I intend to try.
Sam Sork: Imagine how the workers manage anything at all with locked doors and keys scattered all over the forsaken place.
Val : Come along Sam!
Darick Anders: Stupid wall buttons.
Kail Porfren: Well... there we go
Darick Anders: Gonna run out of arrows at this rate.
Darick Anders: Undead! Why is it always undead?
Kail Porfren: I wish I knew... most of my spells are ineffective against them
Sam Sork: Who needs arrows. I have hundreds of them.
Darick Anders: Ow!
Kail Porfren: Ehm... missed?
Darick Anders: That's cold!
Darick Anders: In more ways than one.
Islare Melin: I can only carry magical arrows, now
Sam Sork: Why is that Lady?
Darick Anders: Stupid zombies.
Darick Anders: Val, I need your muscle.
Islare Melin: I am already carrying nearly all I am able and non-magical arrows take too much space.
Sam Sork: I carry any arrow you want.
Val : What you got?
Darick Anders: Another jammed door.
Val: It's Jammed! I should try again.
Brother John: It's Jammed! I should try again.
Brother John: I opened it.
Val : hmm perhaps Sam.
Darick Anders: Undead. Again.
Val : John can open them? I don't believe it!
Kail Porfren: *mutters about stupid mindless things*
Brother John : The goddess gives me the strength I need
Darick Anders: It's Jammed! I should try again.
Darick Anders: It's Jammed! I should try again.
Darick Anders: It's Jammed! I should try again.
Darick Anders: It's Jammed! I should try again.
Darick Anders: I opened it.
Val : Indeed.
Darick Anders: *looks back at the door* Not too hard to open I see.
Darick Anders: Another key?
Kail Porfren: Looks like...
Darick Anders: Hmm.
Sam Sork: I can take three more pounds and I'll be at 266 I think.
Darick Anders: Good ax here.
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Val: Nice blade there Sara!
Val: Is it for sale?
Islare Melin: Irk. How were we going to do this? Split up the gold and then resupply or resupply and split up what's left?
Val: I still have 17 bags of gold.
Val : I still have 17 bags of gold -- who do I owe?
Sara: Back again so soon?
Sam Sork: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Sam Sork: Ham?
Sam Sork: Hair conditioner?
Sam Sork: Any book in braille?
Val : So, is 17 bags my share of the loot?
Brother John: think so
Val : Right -- time to unload then.
Sam Sork: You take care Madam.
Val : Damn, she is pretty proud of her stuff!
Darick Anders: She's the only game in town, Val.
Brother John : spare you might put to use
Val : That is true -- has the advantage.
Darick Anders: Owlbear and some Gnoll looking things down the hallway and through the door.
Brother John : For you to use as you see fit
Val : oiy ok thanks Brother John!
Brother John : Welp, I need to rest up before pressing on much further.
Sam Sork: Oh there's a furry here. What are you * touch the thing * Rabbit? No... Badger?
Darick Anders: No rest here, I'm afraid.
Sam Sork: Fear not.
Brother John : Guess we'll have to do the best we can then.
Sam Sork: Eh you hungry too?
Fierre: The creature looks at you strangely and resumes what it was doing before.
Sam Sork: Are we going?
Darick Anders: Are we done shopping?
Val : So we need supply kits?
Darick Anders: I got two.
Darick Anders: No, make that healing kits.
Islare Melin: Sam, I have summoned a badger and we are accompanied also by my familiar Fierre. Please pardon the smell, we have been in the sewers too long. I may have to send them away because of it.
Darick Anders: I don't think she sold any.
Sam Sork: Ah I know something was smelling like wet dog.
Islare Melin: *laughs* For all I know, that could be me, Sam.
Darick Anders: Owlbear in there.
Val : ok I'm ready. Got me some boots.
Sam Sork: but my sense of smell is reduced here because of the overall stench of the place.
Brother John : How many?
Darick Anders: One owlbear and two Gnoll thingies.
Sam Sork: And no Sam smells just like a regular dwarf.
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: * Val
Val : Aye -- one without enough ale.
Brother John : Ready then?
Val : aye.
Darick Anders: Yep.
Sam Sork: Did I strike you?
Darick Anders: You may want to rest up, JOhn.
Darick Anders: Gas...
Sam Sork: We need more room to fight let them come to us.
Brother John : some arrows and a nice short sword on this one
Islare Melin: We can rest here
Darick Anders: Ah...yes.
Val : Gas? hmm ... like the sign says.
Sam Sork: If a door is too narrow only two of us can reach the foes.
Brother John : Those brutes hit hard
Darick Anders: Can't see the end of it.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : maybe we should look another way first?
Islare Melin: I see a door, but I cannot see anything in the mist
Darick Anders: Need to make a run through it, I'm guessing.
Sam Sork: Run?
Darick Anders: The only other door around here is locked and needs a bronze key. Yeah, Sam, run. You can still do that, right?
Islare Melin: Let two go; if you encounter anything dangerous, lead it back here.
Sam Sork: Straight ahead? Yes.
Brother John : oh we looking for keys again?
Darick Anders: We'll point you in the right direction, Sam.
Sam Sork: Want me to try?
Val : Or I can.
Darick Anders: If you want. We'll have to have sweets move first, though.
Islare Melin: *ahem* Let two go first. If you encounter enemies, lead them back to where we can fight them.
Brother John : Well Darrick and I have protection from this with the blessings, so we should probably go first
Darick Anders: Right. You guys stand back.
Val : ok good luck.
Sam Sork: I can dodge traps and things that's why I volonteer.
Islare Melin: Call to the rest of us when the way is clear.
Sam Sork: hm
Sam Sork: Too late?
Val : aye -- let them spring them if they like.
Islare Melin: That bodes ill, I'd warrant.
Darick Anders: *yells*
Brother John : HELP
Darick Anders: Good move, John.
Darick Anders: Sweets...
Sam Sork: Woo
Islare Melin: ow
Val : hmm ... next time perhaps the warriors should go first if we are just charging in?
Brother John : We let Darick search as he's better at spotting traps
Islare Melin: But apparently not so good at allowing others to know where they are?
Darick Anders: *shrugs* I hadn't gotten to that crate yet.
Sam Sork: Anything interesting?
Val : It is ALL interesting Sam.
Brother John : journal fragment states a lot of gas around on this level it seems
Islare Melin: *mutters* Understandable, there is so much to occupy your time with down here.
Val : Wonderful.
Darick Anders: Sure is.
Darick Anders: Trap.
Darick Anders: Whew...
Islare Melin: Ah, how kind of you to mention it, Darick
Sam Sork: Not sure after a while I start feeling like a rat in maze. Not that I would what the rat is really feeling but you get my point...
Brother John : some should pack up the armor for sale later
Sam Sork: * would know
Sam Sork: Armor I can pack
Darick Anders: *smiles* Anytime, sweets.
Brother John : And someone pick up that healing potion
Sam Sork: I guess I can take a hundred pounds more... or less
Islare Melin: *mutters irritably to self* A rat would not sit idly waiting . . .
Darick Anders: Val, you're up.
Sam Sork: These? OK
Islare Melin: The items you offered to carry, Sam.
Brother John : Let me guess.... another gas filled hall?
Darick Anders: Yep.
Sam Sork: Can't use them Mam.
Val : want me to go first?
Brother John : Nah I've got better protection
Islare Melin: Yes, but you are better suited to carry their weight, yes?
Sam Sork: * put stuff in bag *
Val : Don't get yourself killed.
Sam Sork: Sure.
Darick Anders: Run, Val!
Islare Melin: You have my gratitude, Master Sork.
Brother John : HELP
Sam Sork: Where?
Islare Melin: Follow the smell of Fierre, Sam
Darick Anders: Bloody hell.
Val : Aye -- don't see traps so well.
Sam Sork: Fish? Something smells like fish?
Brother John : their weapons seem enchanted
Darick Anders: They are.
Brother John : can't tell how though
Val : Aye -- frog things Sam. They eat fish I am certain.
Islare Melin: evil ahead to the left
Sam Sork: They have sharks here?
Darick Anders: Two more.
Darick Anders: One more around my right corner.
Sam Sork: DIE FISH
Sam Sork: * search the thing *
Darick Anders: Val, a potion for ya.
Darick Anders: And there's a fish rapier back there.
Val : oh nice! Another doesn't need it? I have a pretty good rign.
Sam Sork: Fish with legs?
Val : *ring*
Darick Anders: Need what?
Val : That potion.
Darick Anders: I don't usually get hit.
Darick Anders: And there's another fish behind me.
Sam Sork: Thanks
Brother John : Shall we?
Islare Melin: I have spare potions for those in need.
Darick Anders: Ahead and to the left.
Darick Anders: Looked like one of those finger (finger?) wagglers.
Islare Melin: ANother mage? Joy.
Islare Melin: Darick?
Sam Sork: Good old helmet
Val : Ah thanks John -- but I have a ring that regenerated me over time.
Islare Melin: Have to examined this chest?
Darick Anders: To what?
Darick Anders: Found the bronze key.
Islare Melin: Thank the gods!
Brother John : You check those barrels?
Val : Brother John and I had the same speech instructor it seems.
Darick Anders: I don't think I get paid enough for this abuse.
Islare Melin: Paid? WHo is getting paid?
Darick Anders: Exactly.
Brother John : Val take the potion
Val : Sara seems to be doing pretty well.
Darick Anders: Val, you use a crossbow, right?
Islare Melin: I would resummon my Beasts, but it seems a harsh punishment for such loyal friends.
Val : ok good in an emergency.
Brother John : *nods*
Darick Anders: Found some bolts for whoever wants 'em.
Val : I use them if others don't
Brother John : You use a crossbow Val?
Val : I have one ... heh
Val : oh those are nice you don't use them?
Brother John : Have some already
Val : Right -- good for when I can't move.
Brother John : Right
Darick Anders: Some more fishmen back here.
Darick Anders: This way, Val. Three of 'em.
Brother John : Come Sam
Darick Anders: That I could tell at least.
Islare Melin: I must be a spell magnet.
Darick Anders: That or they like sweetness.
Darick Anders: Nice stuff in there.
Islare Melin: Too much longer in these sewers and you'll be the seetest morsel around, Darick.
Sam Sork: A crate.
Brother John : Sam why don't you take that bag since you carry alot for us
Sam Sork: Bag, potion and big axe.
Brother John : and stuff the ax in it
Sam Sork: OK
Brother John : take the potion for yourself
Darick Anders: Stupid sewers.
Brother John : THis way Sam
Islare Melin: I guarantee you would like my company better in the light of the sun.
Brother John : darick you check these other tridents for us
Darick Anders: Where are they?
Darick Anders: Alright.
Darick Anders: Got 'em.
Sara: Back again so soon?
Brother John: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Sam Sork: Who's there?
Darick Anders: Damned doors are too thick, I can't hear anything.
Sam Sork: Val?
Val : eh?
Darick Anders: Stand back, Sam.
Val : oh more gold.
Sam Sork: Quiet
Val : back in a moment want to convert this.
Brother John : Hold up
Darick Anders: Some throwing axes.
Brother John : I need to rest a moment as well
Sara: Back again so soon?
Islare Melin: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Darick Anders: Go rest up, Sam.
Sara: Back again so soon?
Brother John: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Sam Sork: The lady got shiny rocks?
Val : aye Trade tokens if that is what you mean.
Darick Anders: I need to get a few of those; these bags are heavy!
Val : aye.
Darick Anders: Keep it busy, Val!
Val : aye.
Darick Anders: Hmm.
Val : Just jumped on me out of thin air.
Sam Sork: I take the green rock.
Val : Good choice Sam.
Islare Melin: John, if you are able to carry them, I should like to give you my healing potions and supplies.
Darick Anders: it's dead now, Val.
Sam Sork: Ah better
Islare Melin: Brother John?
Sam Sork: She gave me 4 rocks for all that gold.
Val : aye -- need to make room for more!
Val : Good deal at any price eh Sam?
Sam Sork: Emerald and sa-fires she said.
Val : aye.
Val : oh -- this feels pretty good!
Brother John : keep the healing potion
Brother John : or give it to one of the warriors
Darick Anders: Stop.
Darick Anders: *sighs*
Sam Sork: Hell with you
Val : Sam don't hear so good either.
Darick Anders: I know you're blind, Sam, but are you deaf as well?
Sam Sork: deaf? Why?
Val : Must be that helm.
Darick Anders: Probably.
Val : Thanks. Darrick.
Sam Sork: Helm help close wounds. Good helm.
Darick Anders: Anytime. I don't need it. Where's John?
Val : Yes, keep it on Sam.
Val : Protects your noggin' as well.
Darick Anders: You all stay here while I look for traps.
Sam Sork: But the helm need rest or something.
Val : oh? Has to recharge eh?
Darick Anders: Two Flinds up ahead.
Sam Sork: Val what's better crack the fish or the dogs skulls?
Val : hmm .. both?
Darick Anders: Incoming
Sam Sork: One for me
Sam Sork: Bear!
Sam Sork: Here?
Val : big bear.
Islare Melin: It is unnatural for animals to live here.
Sam Sork: And walking fish!
Darick Anders: How very observant, Sam.
Darick Anders: Fish men to my left.
Sam Sork: No not really I'm blind you know.
Islare Melin: One would almost expect Waterdhavian fish to walk, but bears in sewers? Truly diabolical..
Darick Anders: They must like the atmosphere.
Val : ah thanks.
Darick Anders: Flinds ahead, I think.
Darick Anders: Be careful, sweets.
Val : Aye, they pack a pretty big punch.
Islare Melin: I have never seen such creatures! It killed Jacura with a single blow!
Sam Sork: * change gloves *
Sam Sork: I don't think I will need the weapons from now on...
Darick Anders: Traps, traps, everywhere a trap trap.
Darick Anders: We're not going that way.
Val : At least you can see 'em.
Darick Anders: Most of the time.
Darick Anders: Flind in here. May be more.
Brother John : wait for everyone
Brother John : lets go
Darick Anders: It's unlocked.
Sam Sork: What?
Sam Sork: Who's there?
Sam Sork: Come ON!
Val : more
Sam Sork: Good
Darick Anders: Great...now how am I going to get this blood out?
Val : Nice work Sam.
Darick Anders: One, two, or three?
Val : hmm ... all of 'em?
Brother John : dunno pick one I guess
Darick Anders: *shrugs* I'm not touching them.
Sam Sork: Who?
Darick Anders: You.
Val : locked?
Sam Sork: Touching me?
Darick Anders: Hmm.
Sam Sork: KEY!
Darick Anders: I'm not touching you.
Darick Anders: More fishmen.
Sam Sork: Pointy weapon
Sam Sork: Check these
Darick Anders: How?
Sam Sork: Good?
Darick Anders: Yep.
Sam Sork: What?
Darick Anders: Who?
Darick Anders: Uh-oh...
Sam Sork: * pack trident *
Val : uh oh?
Sam Sork: So what about the key then?
Darick Anders: Watch your step.
Darick Anders: Got the bronze key.
Islare Melin: I don't know, Sam.
Val : Good -- thought we already had it.
Darick Anders: Do now.
Islare Melin: Sam, follow the sound of my footsteps.
Darick Anders: Flinds to the left.
Darick Anders: *gestures to the wall* Around that way, I think.
Val : Right. ehr, gotcha.
Darick Anders: Two of 'em.
Sam Sork: Got my walking stick
Brother John : five
Islare Melin: They come out of the woodwork to hit me with that lightning spell
Darick Anders: Shocking, isn't it?
Islare Melin: *laughs*
Val : They seem to have a knack for that.
Islare Melin: It's a bit less tingly now that I have learded the correct counter-spell.
Islare Melin: Not a lot of good those fuzz-balls were doing.
Darick Anders: True.
Darick Anders: Owlbear.
Darick Anders: Behind me.
Islare Melin: You'll forgive me if it has taken this woodelf a bit of time to find her place down here?
Val : Certainly lass.
Islare Melin: I hope I can be of better service to you all in the future.
Val : eh? I thnk you are doing wondeful.
Brother John : Well Darick pick a hall
Val : Staying alive ... for the most part!
Islare Melin: You are too kind.
Darick Anders: This isn't the forest, sweets.
Darick Anders: Nothing.
Val : Really?
Islare Melin: SO I have noticed. However, I believe I am becoming accustomed to . . . this
Darick Anders: Flinds.
Darick Anders: At least two.
Val : aye -- stone labrynth.
Darick Anders: Okay, so they multiplied.
Val : See, ya killed that one!
Darick Anders: Guess what? THere's a trap here.
Sam Sork: They die quickly.
Islare Melin: Well percieved, Darick.
Val : You can handle it though right?
Darick Anders: I'm not going to dignify that question with an answer.
Val : Thanks. Any of you need curing potions?
Brother John : any thing of interest?
Darick Anders: Gold and healing potions.
Sam Sork: I almost miss the xploding undead.
Val : I don't Sam.
Darick Anders: Fishmen.
Val : BAD memeories of them.
Darick Anders: On both sides.
Islare Melin: *sighs* I wonder if it is day or night?
Sam Sork: Easy victory brings no glory.
Darick Anders: Just fight, Sam!
Darick Anders: Not me, you idiot!
Sam Sork: Hm
Darick Anders: *rubs shoulder* Ow, that smarts.
Darick Anders: I feel like I was kicked by a mule.
Sam Sork: Sorry you must smell like fish
Islare Melin: As oft as you behave as one, Darick, you probably deserved it.
Darick Anders: Pfft.
Val : Yep, when Sam start swinging, best keep clear -- learned that earlier myself.
Darick Anders: More fishmen. Let's send Sam in first.
Darick Anders: Watch it, sweets, I think there's a waggler in there.
Islare Melin: I shall put away my lightning rod
Darick Anders: Lots of fishmen.
Val : lots of fish ...
Brother John : gather round
Sam Sork: Grab a net!
Sam Sork: Next?
Sam Sork: Ah stepped in the goo water
Val : oh?
Sam Sork: * try to clean boots *
Sam Sork: Thank you
Darick Anders: *calls back* Clear.
Val : Were we finished back there?
Darick Anders: Don't think so.
Val : ok.
Darick Anders: There's still that gas filled hallway.
Islare Melin: I do not believe I shall ever be free of the scent of these putrid halls.
Brother John : Pretty loaded down
Val : Hopefully we will find a way out.
Brother John : need to visit that merchant again
Darick Anders: Got some stuff to sell as well.
Val : sure -- easy enough.
Darick Anders: Wait here, Val.
Val : ah, yes. This place. Be careful.
Darick Anders: *weezes* Fishmen in a room back there.
Brother John : Sam you got room to carry some weapons?
Val : nothing followed you.
Darick Anders: I didn't stick around long enough for them to see me.
Val : I can pack things.
Sam Sork: About 200 pounds if you need
Darick Anders: There's a break in the gas, though, right outside of the door.
Val : oh! I can only handle about half of that.
Sam Sork: We sell these?
Darick Anders: If you want them examined, I'll need to see them.
Brother John : Darick can once we get back
Darick Anders: I'm not about to root around in your robe, though.
Sam Sork: They look the same
Islare Melin: I am quick, perhaps I may draw the creatures out?
Sam Sork: Bunch of the same
Brother John : Alright that's better
Brother John : Sam, we'll worry about that back at the merchant
Darick Anders: Next time, let me examine things before you pick them up. Make it much faster.
Val : Great -- feel useful now!
Brother John : Sam... do it later NOT now
Sam Sork: Ah?
Darick Anders: Alrighty then.
Brother John : no point in doing it now
Brother John : and our blessing are slowly running out while we waste time here.
Darick Anders: *shrugs* Already examined, so let's go.
Brother John : Pick them up and let's go
Islare Melin: Darick, which side of the hall are the beasts on?
Darick Anders: The left. There's a door to a room.
Islare Melin: Has it been opened?
Darick Anders: Yep.
Islare Melin: Shall I draw them back here?
Darick Anders: John's getting it.
Islare Melin: NM
Val : hmmm ... not sure now.
Brother John : COME ON
Darick Anders: Wait here for...guess not.
Brother John : chest is trapped
Val : trapped chest.
Darick Anders: Ayup.
Val : Even I could see that one!
Brother John : someone who's got space pick up their weapons
Val : webbed hands no good for setting traps.
Sam Sork: Where?
Islare Melin: I have found a battle robe. Can anyone make use of it?
Brother John : bodies by the door
Sam Sork: Yes
Sam Sork: Let me try it
Darick Anders: It's for mages, Sam.
Sam Sork: Where is it?
Darick Anders: Val, you want that amulet?
Val : Indeed!
Sam Sork: Hm way too tight
Val : I have a lesser one if anyone likes?
Islare Melin: Yes, if no one else needs it?
Sam Sork: A lesser what?
Darick Anders: Shame we lost our wizard.
Sam Sork: Mages don't eat I guess.
Val : Certainly welcome!
Sam Sork: Amulet? Amulet?
Val : Guess we got all the loot?
Darick Anders: Seems that way.
Sam Sork: Can I see?
Val : No, Sam you are blind.
Sam Sork: Oh
Islare Melin: Touch it, Sam
Darick Anders: So. Who's gonna go check out those chests around the corner?
Sam Sork: Same as mine may be.
Sam Sork: From the touch.
Islare Melin: Good. I'll keep it then.
Val : You?
Sam Sork: It can protect you.
Darick Anders: Not without some protection.
Darick Anders: I'm allergic to gas.
Sam Sork: That acid thing is a nightmare can we turn it off?
Val : I'm allergic to traps.
Darick Anders: Ah, much better.
Darick Anders: Nope.
Islare Melin: I am averse to fighting in a cloud of gas.
Val : get it all?
Darick Anders: Go!
Islare Melin: It might be wiser to draw them out to where the air is clear . . .
Islare Melin: Sam, we are about to make a run for it.
Val : A bag of holding?
Brother John : who dropped that?
Darick Anders: Yep.
Darick Anders: I did.
Islare Melin: I haven't a bag of holding yet.
Brother John : me neither
Val : I've never seen one.
Darick Anders: Found it in those chests back there.
Sam Sork: * cough *
Val : ah.
Val : Let our packer have it eh?
Brother John : since I seem to pick up more stuff I'll take this one
Sam Sork: Where?
Darick Anders: I found that, some gold and a potion of antidote.
Islare Melin: I have no qualms with leaving the loot for those with broader shoulders than mine.
Sam Sork: Or you give the bag to me if you like.
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Islare Melin: A woodelf has no business underground. I feel like a duck in a rabbit hole.
Val : To the merchant first I hope.
Brother John : Yes, I could do with a bit of unloading as well.
Brother John : So to the merchant, then explore the SW section?
Darick Anders: Sounds good to me.
Islare Melin: Where is the merchant? I am sorely in need of arrows.
Brother John : Come Sam
Darick Anders: Watch out for the gas.
Islare Melin: oops, sorry
Val : Wasn't me.
Darick Anders: Must have been those beans i had earlier...
Val : More!
Sara: Back again so soon?
Darick Anders: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Brother John : Darick have some stuff you need to look at.
Val : ok a lot of this stuff needs to be Identified.
Darick Anders: Aye, chief. Put it on the ground.
Sam Sork: Here you are.
Sam Sork: Hey you got stuff on the ground. * avoid the things *
Val : That be the lot of it.
Darick Anders: Should be all of it.
Sam Sork: Wait a minute
Sam Sork: I think that's all.
Sam Sork: All weapons?
Sam Sork: Or is there something I could use?
Val : Amulet by your right foot, Sam.
Sam Sork: Nice
Sam Sork: It seems
Sam Sork: I give you my old one then.
Val : Fair enough.
Sam Sork: Safe to rest here, right?
Darick Anders: Should be.
Darick Anders: *leans against the wall* That rats thingie goes to the west sewers, I think.
Sam Sork: * sit with back against the wall *
Darick Anders: *gestures at the weapons* Who's gonna sell those?
Sam Sork: Is there anything we can do against the poison fumes?
Darick Anders: Get a ring of poison immunity?
Darick Anders: Anyway, I used Islare's and my shares for arrows, so we're good for now.
Sam Sork: There is water here?
Darick Anders: It's a pool, Sam, but don't drink out of it.
Sam Sork: Someone dropped keys in there.
Val : It ain't ale, Sam.
Darick Anders: Might come in handy.
Brother John : ok let me share round what I sold.
Islare Melin: *grumbles about the space-time continuum*
Val : *rubs his hands together* This is part that I like.
Val : All this is mine?
Darick Anders: There you are, sweets. Did you get lost?
Brother John : yep
Val : Whoo Whee!
Sam Sork: what are these?
Islare Melin: First the gods choose to send me underground and now they move me about the world like a pawn in a chessgame.
Brother John : these are trade gems Sam
Sam Sork: Oh I purchased gems down here before.
Brother John : you can keep them to use later or exchange themfor gold
Sam Sork: Gems are much lighter it seems
Brother John : indeed
Brother John : Hmm where'd the others go?
Sara: Back again so soon?
Brother John: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Darick Anders: Looks clear to the door...
Islare Melin: Wonderful. I hope this one leads up. Who has the key?
Darick Anders: I got it. Where are the others? Still shopping?
Sam Sork: Where to?
Islare Melin: I have no idea. Random teleportation scrambles my brain
Val : eh, still too rich for my purse!
Islare Melin: Were we above ground I would send up a signal arrow.
Val : And no healing kits.
Darick Anders: Owlbear down there.
Islare Melin: Darick? Is it safe?
Darick Anders: Safe to the door.
Sam Sork: Val I still have these gloves to make you stronger I am not using them now. If you want them you can have them and perhaps return them to me later.
Islare Melin: What about that barrel?
Darick Anders: I think we already peeked in it.
Darick Anders: Yep. It's empty.
Islare Melin: I suppose one of us should go back for the others?
Sam Sork: You here Val?
Darick Anders: Might be a good idea.
Islare Melin: I think I may be quicker.
Darick Anders: Just watch out for the gas, sweets.
Islare Melin: Oh? Did you have beans for beakfast again?
Darick Anders: Val's been eating beans as well. *chuckles*
Sam Sork: John? You all right mate?
Val : heading back?
Islare Melin: Val, it's clear to the door.
Brother John : Indeed, just looking over the goods here.
Islare Melin: I was just gathering up the party
Val : aye thanks.
Darick Anders: Halt! Who..oh.
Sam Sork: Oh that was the armor shaking thing I wondered why you were making that much noise.
Val : heh ...
Darick Anders: Sorry, it's the helm.
Val : Echoes in there does it?
Islare Melin: Darick has scouted to the door. Except for the gas pockets, it is clear.
Darick Anders: No, it's called a watchman helm.
Darick Anders: *Watchman's
Val : oh? Heightens the senses does it?
Darick Anders: That it does. I can almost run around without stumbling into traps.
Islare Melin: By the gods, John! Where did you get all these?
Darick Anders: It also helps with knowing what's around the corner.
Brother John : THat' your share from the items I sold for the party
Val : We shall see ... sounds good though.
Sara: Back again so soon?
Brother John: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Darick Anders: I found an owlbear behind that door. Well, behind that door and the one behind it.
Islare Melin: And me so close to a merchant? You shouldn't have! But I'm certainly pleased you did. *kisses Brother John on the cheek*
Val : This door in front of us?
Sara: Back again so soon?
Islare Melin: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Darick Anders: Yep.
Val : An owl bear waiting for us?
Val : Good to know.
Darick Anders: Shame that Elf doesn't sell healing kits. What kind of merchant is she?
Val : A rich one I gather.
Brother John : *looks over map*
Val : Probably keeps recycling the same old stuff -- buys from us, sells to them ...
Brother John : Did we finish exploring the SW section?
Darick Anders: *shrugs* As long as she has what we need.
Islare Melin: Darick is waiting for us to proceed, so I presume so
Brother John : Very well
Brother John : Let's rejoin him when you're ready
Darick Anders: *looks around* I hope the others get here soon and don't go to the SW section...
Brother John : Come along Sam
Sam Sork: Some herbalists are still trying to find the secret of these "kits" nobody seems to know how to make them. Yet you find them everywhere.
Darick Anders: No reason to re-tread over old ground.
Val : Heh, the elf will set them straight.
Darick Anders: Aye. She has a good head on her shoulders. Don't tell her I said that, though.
Sam Sork: Hey?
Islare Melin: This way is longer, but there are less gas pockets
Val : For an elf ...
Sam Sork: You here?
Darick Anders: *chuckles*
Val : ... Underground.
Darick Anders: And a wood one at that...
Sam Sork: * Shout * Anybody?
Darick Anders: Then again, if you weren't some type of reptile, this isn't the place for you either.
Darick Anders: Where's Sam?
Brother John : Um *looks back* thought he was behind me.
Val : At least it is stone construction and not dirt.
Val : You thought?
Darick Anders: I'd rather be in dirt, it smells better.
Brother John : Well, I told him to follow and headed off.
Sam Sork: Hm
Val : hmm ... I prefer clean stone -- but that be me.
Darick Anders: WE need to find some rope.
Val : To lead Sam around with?
Darick Anders: Oh, I have nothing wrong with stone in general, just this stone in particular. And yes.
Sam Sork: Great, now where do I go?
Darick Anders: Sam?
Val : Derrick claims an owlbear is waiting for us beyond that door ... or two.
Darick Anders: Sam!
Sam Sork: Yeah
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: Quit dwadling, we have work to do.
Islare Melin: "Claims"? It's sounds as if you wish to see for yourself.
Sam Sork: So you run around and expect me to find you?
Darick Anders: Hey, I'm not the one that left you...come on.
Darick Anders: Gas ahead.
Val : Aye, I like a challenge -- used to wrestle them for sport -- they have a pretty good bite though.
Darick Anders: Left
Islare Melin: *laughs* did you? I think that would be good sport, anywhere but here
Brother John : *pats wolf*
Val : hmm ... he be a big fella too.
Islare Melin: *sighs* I miss mine, but this is not a place one would wish on any beast. We at least chose3 to be here.
Darick Anders: Alright, I found our lost puppy.
Sam Sork: Hm
Val : Aye, need a good belly of ale to really make it a fair match.
Sam Sork: There?
Darick Anders: There's at least one bear here, but I couldn't see any others.
Darick Anders: Door's okay to open.
Val : you want me to open it?
Sam Sork: You know I stepped somewhere and met some unfriendly neighboor.
Sam Sork: Bear?
Darick Anders: Owlbear.
Val : Good eyes there Derick!
Sam Sork: Owlbear? Really?
Islare Melin: Drat! I was looking forward to seeing a wrestling match.
Darick Anders: Hmm?
Darick Anders: Another ahead.
Darick Anders: To the left.
Sam Sork: Too late again.
Darick Anders: Anybody use a longsword?
Val : Had him trapped in a corner Sam.
Islare Melin: Do not be disheartened Sam. A bow is almost worthless in such confined spaces.
Val : I've got a nice ring, save your spells John.
Brother John : oh ok
Val : Ring heals me up over time.
Darick Anders: Door looks safe.
Darick Anders: Pit.
Brother John : watch it
Brother John : sam, go well left
Darick Anders: Lizards.
Val : oh?
Darick Anders: Another.
Darick Anders: Ahead somewhere.
Sam Sork: Your left? My left?
Sam Sork: Hm
Islare Melin: Sam, how would you know his left. Left is always your left, my friend.
Sam Sork: wonder if their skin would make good leather.
Darick Anders: Trapped door.
Darick Anders: Hmm. Red gem key?
Val : Not I.
Islare Melin: Bah! What sinister mind created this sewer?
Brother John : haven't seen any of those yet
Darick Anders: Owlbear ahead.
Sam Sork: I did not touch the keys in the water.
Darick Anders: It wasn't there, Sam.
Sam Sork: Bear again?
Val : Aye.
Islare Melin: The only keys in the water are keys one of us has found before.
Darick Anders: A muesem?
Val : I like old stuff.
Darick Anders: Uh-huh.
Museum: Museum
Val : Like Ancient Magic!
Darick Anders: Great. Are all of these things going to do that?
Val : He was tougher than most.
Islare Melin: I do *not* like museums.
Sam Sork: ah we got that one.
Val : That display was not properly preserved ...
Darick Anders: Eww...a tongue...
Darick Anders: *wiggles slaad tongue around* ANybody hungry?
Islare Melin: Perhaps later, Darick.
Val : boil it -- makes a decent sandwich.
Sam Sork: What you do with that? Soup?
Darick Anders: Hum.
Darick Anders: Gods...
Val : Good shot Sam.
Darick Anders: Must be someone's sick idea of a joke...
Sam Sork: This one was softer than the fish-man.
Islare Melin: Just a guess, but I believe all of the statuies are likely to join us for dinner
Val : As long as they don't all animate at once.
Brother John : Indeed
Darick Anders: Aye. If they do, at least we have tongue to serve them.
Islare Melin: I am not moving from this spot.
Sam Sork: Ah
Sam Sork: There
Val : lever here.
Brother John : a healing potion for emergencies
Darick Anders: Let's get these others before we pull that lever.
Val : That finishes the tour.
Islare Melin: One more behind me
Darick Anders: Woo. Got two tongues!
Islare Melin: Make that two
Darick Anders: One for each remaining statue.
Sam Sork: I have the magic helmet John. I may not need that sweet drink.
Sam Sork: Tough one
Darick Anders: Tough bastards.
Val : ok, now we've seen them all?
Darick Anders: One more, Val.
Brother John : Darick, take a look at this for me
Darick Anders: It's a Flind morningstar.
Val : right your are Darick -- that helmet really works!
Sam Sork: Got you
Brother John : good place to rest before pressing on
Islare Melin: Remind me to speak to the curator and get my coin back. This was not entertaining or educational.
Sam Sork: Hey.
Darick Anders: Sorry, no refunds.
Val : oh but we learned Flinds are softr than frogs.
Sam Sork: May be not but a good sparing room I guess.
Islare Melin: A fact I believe I could have continued not to know, in retrospect
Val : Whoo!
Val : Now we all sparkle!
Darick Anders: Anybody want to carry that stuff?
Val : I'll use that shield
Darick Anders: Go right ahead. I'm a rogue, not a pack donkey.
Darick Anders: Door's unlocked.
Val : Might have to try this sword until I find a better hammer.
Sam Sork: Which way?
Darick Anders: Leads to another part of the sewers.
Sam Sork: and?
Darick Anders: And I think we should finish this area first.
Val : Right.
Brother John : Well.... we seem to need a red gem to go thru that one door
Sam Sork: Told you I found a fish near the merchant lady. Not sure if we've been there before.
Darick Anders: There was another door back there.
Brother John : check the door we passed I guess then.
Val : A couple of them.
Sam Sork: Door? Not really I felt a strong magic something.
Sam Sork: May be it was some telepoert thing.
Darick Anders: More ahead.
Sam Sork: pfff
Sam Sork: Too soft
Darick Anders: Nope. Need a red gem key as well.
Brother John : hmm
Val : Really?
Islare Melin: Did I not see a red gem on display in the museum?
Brother John : Was there?
Darick Anders: Yeah, but I couldnt' see anything to do with it.
Sam Sork: Are we going to try the teleport thing?
Islare Melin: I cannot fathom who would build a museum in a sewer at all, with or without living exhibits.
Val : Trapped in the sewes for lack of a ruby.
Sam Sork: It has been dome before mylady.
Islare Melin: I wonder where the pit leads . . .
Sam Sork: A mage was told to have "srunk" a numer of creature before tunrning them into stone for his collection.
Darick Anders: So two Flinds and an archer...
Sam Sork: * shrunk *
Islare Melin: Let's go, Sam. We're missing the fun.
Darick Anders: Val, it's blocked.
Darick Anders: Three Flinds behind that door.
Brother John : Go get the others
Darick Anders: *grins* Got 'em.
Sam Sork: I don't fear dog-men.
Islare Melin: Archers . . . down here?
Brother John : arrows and nice short sword on this one
Brother John : darick, you use a shortsword?
Islare Melin: I have the arrows. Anyone is welcome to the sword
Sam Sork: Sword? No.
Sam Sork: Ah no need to waste your magic friend.
Islare Melin: Is anyone in need of a cloak?
Brother John : what kind?
Sam Sork: Not for bruises.
Brother John : Alas no
Sam Sork: * touch * Isn't this the one I gave you before?
Val : So now you get it back.
Islare Melin: Yes, Darick gave me a hand-me-down of his. Thank you for lending it to me, Sam.
Darick Anders: Let me see it. I have a rather nice one already.
Sam Sork: No. But I wear no cloak so I would wear one that is good for me.
Sam Sork: No?
Brother John : Then take it Sam
Sam Sork: Take what?
Brother John : the cloak
Darick Anders: A ring if anybody wants it.
Sam Sork: NOT MY OLD ONE NO.
Darick Anders: Frog to the left of that door.
Sam Sork: Give me something I can use nothing more.
Darick Anders: That's clear to the other door.
Val : Let's deal with the frog.
Brother John : Right
Darick Anders: No, that's left.
Val : Done.
Darick Anders: Frog go squish...
Darick Anders: One to the right.
Darick Anders: And I can't pick this door. *kicks it*
Sam Sork: Dead already?
Darick Anders: Yep.
Val : aye -- too slow and too many arrows.
Darick Anders: Frog ahead.
Sam Sork: Wait a minute.
Darick Anders: Looks like a hunter type.
Sam Sork: This sound? the teleport thing, is it?
Darick Anders: Yeah. It's a rats thingy. Leave it alone, Sam.
Sam Sork: Back there we just pass a "teleport thing"
Sam Sork: Traps!
Brother John : more arrows and another sword
Darick Anders: Stand still.
Sam Sork: I felt it.
Val : aye, I saw them.
Brother John : and more arrows and another sword
Darick Anders: Trap!
Val : Saw those too.
Darick Anders: Stupid dog-men.
Darick Anders: Owlbear.
Darick Anders: What the?
Sam Sork: Something odd I felt a ghost
Val : That was different -- how'd you folks get ahead of me?
Islare Melin: Where is Val?
Darick Anders: Huh. A blue crystal.
Darick Anders: Found a blue gem on it.
Val : hmm ... we may be on to something here.
Sam Sork: What's that? some shield?
Darick Anders: Besides a wild goose chase?
Sam Sork: * poke the thing *
Darick Anders: *kicks the door*
Darick Anders: It's locked.
Sam Sork: My will is my shield and my fist my sword.
Darick Anders: DOn't bother.
Val : Stout door.
Darick Anders: Ayup.
Sam Sork: HERE
Darick Anders: What?
Sam Sork: Have we been there?
Darick Anders: Yes we have.
Sam Sork: And the one near the merchant?
Islare Melin: *sigh* a blue gem when we needed a red one. It is a good thing we aren't all colorblind . . .
Islare Melin: It's just another teleporter, Sam
Sam Sork: But I found a fish there.
Sam Sork: A live one!
Islare Melin: WHat kind of fish, Sam?
Sam Sork: Man fish
Darick Anders: Man fish?
Islare Melin: By the merchant?
Sam Sork: Yes a thing with the same noise I beleived you went that way so I did.
Darick Anders: Huh?
Islare Melin: Are you saying you found a place we haven't been before?
Sam Sork: One fish came to great me but I decided not to extend my welcome.
Sam Sork: Figured you would have kille dhim if you had gone that way.
Darick Anders: Uh-huh. Well, the next time we go that way, we'll go see your fish.
Val : Good figuring, Sam.
Brother John : You check that door yet?
Sam Sork: Yeah you can still have a crack at him Val.
Darick Anders: Door's okay, don't know about behind it.
Darick Anders: Flnd to the right.
Sam Sork: Who closed that door?
Brother John : nice
Brother John : I could use the upgrade
Brother John : any use some boots of hardiness?
Val : Fabled Dwarven Ruins?
Sam Sork: You mean like these I am wearing? * show boots *
Brother John : Perhaps
Brother John : guess we bag and sell them then.
Val : Where are these stairs?
Sam Sork: You should try them they are very comfortable.
Darick Anders: So...we have a blue gem...
Val : And a couple of red locks ...
Brother John : great
Sam Sork: Am I too big for these doorways?
Darick Anders: That rats should take us back to the area with the merchant.
Brother John : good idea
Darick Anders: Might find that fish Sam mentioned.
Sam Sork: A teleport thing?
Islare Melin: Lower Sewers North, level 3 is where it took me
Darick Anders: That's where we want.
Sara: Back again so soon?
Brother John: I'd like to see what you have for trade.
Sam Sork: So that's were I went?
Darick Anders: Almost forgot, Val.
Val : oh, can dump my old shield.
Darick Anders: Sam, where was that fish you saw again?
Darick Anders: Val, there's some ale to your left.
Islare Melin: I think Sam went through the portal, Darick.
Darick Anders: The one we just went through?
Islare Melin: He said the sound was the same.
Darick Anders: Lovely.
Val : Doesn't stock normal bolts either.
Val : ah tanks for the ale!
Val: *Burp*
Darick Anders: Don't drink it all at once, Val.
Val : There -- lets find an owl bear I can wrestle!
Val : oh thanks!
Sam Sork: I must be going now.
Sam Sork: More sticks
Sam Sork: Thanks.
Darick Anders: Alright. So that door is barred...
Islare Melin: I would wager he came this way.
Darick Anders: And we need a red gem key for the other one...
Islare Melin: Are there not three doors?
Sam Sork: Now I've got a dozen of these.
Darick Anders: Whoever designed this place needs to be flogged. Three doors? Where?
Val : aye -- and they won't get you too much.
Sam Sork: No two dozens.
Islare Melin: One we came through to the Sewers South and the two which are locked.
Darick Anders: Oh? I don't remember them.
Islare Melin: Did we complete our investigation of the Sewers South?
Darick Anders: *shrugs* I thought we did.
Val : Sam can show us where he found that fish man.
Darick Anders: Let's go make sure.
Sam Sork: I just did, didn't I/
Val : And I missed it!
Sam Sork: We just took a magic teleoprt door that was it.
Val : Head was lost in me ale.
Darick Anders: Nope.
Sam Sork: Assuming they always take you to the same place.
Darick Anders: Both are blocked.
Sam Sork: May be I can get more shiny rocks later.
Brother John : Right then
Darick Anders: We may have to check that pit.
Brother John : Where are the others?
Islare Melin: I volunteer to try the pit
Darick Anders: Just becareful down there.
Islare Melin: *nods* anywhere is better than running around in circles
Darick Anders: You okay?
Islare Melin: *Calls up* Some sort of mine
Islare Melin: Spiders! HElp!
Brother John : Val, Sam, you know where the other two are?
Sam Sork: No
Val : No idea -- was drinking my ale and noticed they were gone ... again.
Brother John : hmm
Sam Sork: They went in the teleport thing again?
Brother John : Dunno, was talking with the merchant.
Val : Did they? Why would they do that?
Sam Sork: Well hope they will shout if they need us.
Darick Anders: Gah!
Brother John : Guess we better go look for them.
Val : Aye.
Islare Melin: I have more potions
Darick Anders: Might need 'em.
Darick Anders: Woo...I feel much better...
Islare Melin: As do I
Sam Sork: So this is my fish
Sam Sork: He got a whip
Islare Melin: *pets companion* Good boy, Jacura
Val : ah -- dead now so they came through here?
Islare Melin: Floor Lever
Darick Anders: Leave it.
Sam Sork: Very nice one it seems
Sam Sork: Did not know I had killed him.
Val : oh.
Darick Anders: So...how do we get the others down here?
Sam Sork: I think it's "electrified"
Islare Melin: Call to them and heal them when they arrive?
Darick Anders: And where in the nine hells are we?
Islare Melin: What about a signal arrow?
Darick Anders: *shrugs* Worth a shot.
Brother John : hmm
Islare Melin: *aims straight up* Have you a tinder?
Islare Melin: Light the tip
Darick Anders: *bangs on the door* Hey!
Islare Melin: *fires through the small square of light*
Sam Sork: If you like something a bit exotic that weapon could be welcome.
Islare Melin: *calls* Ho up there!!!
Darick Anders: Hurry up! THere are rats back here!
Val : Plain ole hammer for me Sam.
Val : Come along so we don't lose you as well.
Darick Anders: Come back!
Darick Anders: or not.
Brother John : hmm
Brother John : *scratches head*
Darick Anders: Women.
Brother John : You think they went down there?
Val : Why would they do that?
Sam Sork: Another "electric" whip
Darick Anders: Get back here, sweets.
Brother John : *shrugs* dunno
Sam Sork: Do what?
Val : HELLO!!! ANYONE DOWN THERE?
Brother John : *listens*
Darick Anders: Come on down!
Val : Get ready.
Brother John : hmm
Darick Anders: But mind the drop!
Val : Come on down?
Sam Sork: Ready for what? I'm hungry can we eat now?
Darick Anders: We're not coming up.
Val : Can't you come up?
Brother John : guess we're dropping down a pit Sam
Darick Anders: Not unless you have a long rope.
Islare Melin: You might have warned me you were walking off.
Val : A rope ...
Sam Sork: You're funny.
Brother John : No rope here
Islare Melin: *calls* Hello up there!
Darick Anders: I thought you Elves had sensitive ears.
Islare Melin: We're here!
Sam Sork: You don't sound dead... yet.
Islare Melin: It's a bit of a drop, but you can rest!
Val : Yes, we see that -- well I guess it is all for one eh?
Brother John : *drops down*
Sam Sork: Is there a way out?
Val : Come along Sam.
Val : We'll have to find one it seems.
Darick Anders: Don't go thorugh that door.
Sam Sork: This is stupid.
Islare Melin: It locks behind you
Brother John : You really shouldn't go wandering off so far without telling anyone where you're going.
Val : ah a dwur mine!
Brother John : we're lucky we found you.
Darick Anders: And miss all of the fun?
Islare Melin: *chuckles* He's lucky I followed him.
Val : spiders be about.
Islare Melin: You can rest here
Darick Anders: Yeah, we killed three.
Val : ah, did you now. Good for you.
Sam Sork: Now what?
Darick Anders: Pfft. Damned things pack quite a wallop.
Sam Sork: Got some gifts.
Darick Anders: We're having spiders for dinner, that's what.
Val : Yes, they can.
Islare Melin: There are certainly more options here than up there.
Islare Melin: And it's drier
Val : Wish we had some butter.
Darick Anders: Rather have some bread.
Val : ah for the tongue sandwich?
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