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Normally I'd insert a dramatic correction about how Silvan can't be in two places at once. However, since the website is down for a few hours (and the overhead perspective of the camp is down with it), I will compensate as appropriate. For purposes of Reyolen's post prior to this one, he is recalling the map from memory.
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Addendum: The game's website is back up. We at the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation apologize for the inconvenience. Share and enjoy!Down time: March 4th 2002, from 9:15PM to 11:15PM EST
"He.. frrees the capturrred, and masterrred many fighting techniques." She managed out in common again. "I rrreconize the way these lizarrrd men has been killed." She keeps a measured watch over everyone there.
The lizardman then walks near to the edge of the group conversing, and sits cross-legged with his back against the over-turned cage. He closes his eyes once more.
Not because WE need em or anything, but...
dances around, while saying
I don't think Mr Prissy Elfie boy would be quiet if he didnt get more supplies.
I mean, clothes are FAR more important than finding out what the heck is goin on...
Sae laughs [ 03-08-2002: Message edited by: Falaanla Marr ]
ooc:Ruvyen
Ruvyen... Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuvvyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen...For those who expect my NPCs to guide you, I think you should know that they generally won't. They do not have an abnormally extensive knowledge of the world, nor of events transpiring within it, and will be played realistically. The message board environment allows me the liberty of taking the story along whichever path you choose. I see no need to funnel you all down a particular path.
In your hesitation, your grip slips from the axe handle. You find yourself falling... falling... falling... falling... still falling... wow this is a long fall... hey, here come the trees!
You awaken with a start, lying flat on your back, on the edge of a huddle of people. None of them seem to focus any particular attention on you, however. The only words you hear when you awaken are, "...hop on one foot."
Willias
After spending time in meditation, you feel whole again. The energies for your spells have been gathered, and you are ready to face whatever danger may arise. As you open your eyes, however, the scene does not appear to be one of battle. Nearly the entire group from the campsite have gathered around the charred remains of last night's fire, and seem to be talking about where to go from here. The lizardman whom you were so worried about now sits with its back to the overturned wagon, apparently asleep.
He looks around. Where is he? After that fall... Did he live? Wait... What happened to his equipment?
Khazmon quickly looked down, hoping to find his armour on and his axes nearby.
[ 03-09-2002: Message edited by: Willias ]
ooc:Ruvyen
Points of note:
>> Khazmon is now awake.
>> Not everyone is sitting.
You are wearing your armor, and your axes, plain as they are, lie loosely across your ankles.
Everyone
The dwarf sits up with a start, his armor jingling slightly.
[ 03-09-2002: Message edited by: Reyolen ]
Uncivilized? BAH!
She then mutters... Why dont ya go back home, and stay there...
Taylens whispers to Frey "It's a long journey to the elvish city. Why don't you come along and you can stay outside like when we go to cities and I go in to restock."
IC: Aust looks up at Silvan. "Uncivilized am I?" Aust laughs. "Sorry, but those whom are uncivilized out here are more likely to survive than those who are." Aust says. Aust looks over to Khazmon and grins and shakes his head. "I am not going to ever try to wake that dwarf in a dangerous situation again...." he thinks.
"Hop on foot. Funfun!" The bird begins to bob up and down in the half-elf's red hair, "Bouncy, bouncy bouncy bouncy, whee!" Ithar takes off quickly, and flies up to a branch in the nearby trees. "Looky looky come looky!"
Then, after a moment, she sighs, "Oh, forget it. What use is a disguise if even the birds can tell it's fake?" Slipping her fingers underneath the fiery locks covering either of her ears, she lifts the red wig off her head, revealing the tightly drawn and braided blonde hair beneath. Ara looks at it and frowns, then shakes it out a few times and slips it into her pack. "I suppose nobody out here will recognize me anyhow."
She then takes flight, flying up to see just what it is Ithar wanted...
ooc:Falaanla
Such bickering... shame on you! *snicker*
You find Ithar perched on a long branch, with a gold coin in its beak. Many more coins, roughly fifty in all, lie perfectly balanced in a line along the branch, extending out from the trunk, and following the branch's contours. Ithar puts the last coin down in line with the others.
ooc:Taylen goes to collect the rest of his stuff "I'm Taylen Ashenbow"
[GM] Post modified by player's request. [/GM]
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"You should collect your stuff..." That's what he's missing! Something to carry his pile of stuff in.
Khazmon quickly surveys the scene for any available backpacks.
Once that task is done, the half-elven woman picks up her shortbow, slings it over her shoulder, and announces, "Alright, I'm ready!"
Most members of the group carry either a backpack or a shoulder bag, but liberating their equipment wouldn't exactly be civilized. The only spare bag you can find is the same large shoulder bag you saw in the supply wagon last night. Now, its strap sticks out from under a large pile of lizardman meat.
Once you pull the shoulder bag loose from beneath the pile of meat, you find only a single item inside. A fine strand, beaded with four large, pointed teeth, lies at the very bottom of the bag. With or without this, there is more than enough room for your supplies.
The bag does, however, have a disadvantage. It was apparently made for someone much taller than you. Even with the strap slung over your shoulder and across your chest, the bag still hangs down to your knees.
"Ithar, Nice collection of coins!"
Sae then notices everyone packing up to go...
"Ithar, we should probably pack up too...Ill go ahead and collect these coins, and we will be going... I can already tell, this is going to be fun..."
Sae smiles as she collects all the coins, and then flies to the ground...
Soooooo...just what did we decide to do?
Sae smiles...
Hmm... Now, about this shoulderbag... Bah! No time to think now! He needs to get his stuff and get ready to go! He doesn't want to get left behind. Khazmon decides to deal with any problems later.
"One second," he quickly says to the group, as he quickly runs over to his pile and begins stuffing everything in his bag.
ooc: Does Khazmon still have his axes handy, or are they lying on the ground?
