Game 8

From Reydala

(Note about this log: Apparently Wiki doesn't like the over use of the word "s-e-x", and identified me as a "link spammer" when I tried to add this log. Infact, I *still* cannot use that word, even in this description. As a result, I have replaced every use of the word s-e-x with seCKZ to hopefully avoid any false recognition. It said something about an admin being able to add to a white list...Tony, can you check this? Aknier-4/16/07)

(P.S. Part of this log is missing. Evanthe used to have it, it seems, but the URL on the Reydala LJ isn't working.)

Log filename is "reydala2-30-07-05.html", system is is logging.
(2) Tanja: only because someone had to lure me down there...
(1) Mikhal: log on no, so i don't forge
(1) Mikhal: now*
(4) Tony: The party teleported themselves and "sort of" got the drop on a party of ice elves who were escorting jaze to unknown parts

(4) Tony: During the course of the battle, one of them made off with Jaze
(5) Tristen: Im sure that was a nice pun ;)
(6) Evanthe: erha?
(2) Tanja: well, actually, we almost died
(7) Seara: hmm

(2) Tanja: but tony glossed over that part
(7) Seara: how? >.>
(5) Tristen: got the drop? nevermind
(2) Tanja: 'cause none of us could hit
(6) Evanthe: eh

(6) Evanthe: Tony let him stand with ONE hp
(2) Tanja: lol yeah
(2) Tanja: depriving angel of an awesome killing scene
(6) Evanthe: dm hates elves/girls/angel, pass it on
(7) Seara: hmm

(2) Tanja: *nodnod*
(7) Seara: ah ha!
(6) Evanthe: patti too since he tried to burninate her
(2) Tanja: burned me, and stabbed me
(2) Tanja: i was unconscious twice that game

(8) Locke (enter): 22:01
(4) Tony: It's my job to hate you
(6) Evanthe: Yay flamer ;D
(2) Tanja: wow
(2) Tanja: i didn't expect you to admit it so readily

(7) Seara: hmm
(7) Seara: there
(8) Locke: I just woke up, I'll be 5 minutes :x
(4) Tony: You don't want monsters asking you nicely to go awayy
(7) Seara: fwamie~

** (8) Locke hugs Khar **
** (7) Seara hugs back **
(8) Locke: I knew I forgot something XD;;
(8) Locke: my avatar :o
(6) Evanthe: Oh yeah
(2) Tanja: are any of you playing humans?

(7) Seara: ooh
(2) Tanja: or are you all elves too?
(8) Locke: I'm half
(6) Evanthe: Tristen is a human
(7) Seara: I need to find an avatar thingy

(7) Seara: I'm half
(6) Evanthe: Seara is a half elf
(4) Tony: Yeah... if anyone wants a specific picture.. the size is 60x60
(8) Locke: ah, ok
(4) Tony: Until then you get my generic work of art

(7) Seara: xD
(6) Evanthe: oh to change your 'Idle' 'Typing' message...openrpg - settings - chat
(6) Evanthe: quick fast and in a hurry
(2) Tanja: it may take a few times of going back in and rechanging it until it sticks though...
(8) Locke: after you change it, click on another box

(6) Evanthe: Yeah
(2) Tanja: i always had problems getting mine to stick
(8) Locke: before clicking on ok
(2) Tanja: wow
(2) Tanja: we went from four people to an army o.O

(8) Locke: WE SHALL CRUSH THE ICE ELVES
(6) Evanthe: Yeah really xD
(8) Locke: unless Tony sets a ton of traps on us
(4) Tony: Everyone clear on dice rolling and all?
(8) Locke: :p

(2) Tanja: he'll start me out on top of a fake floor that'll collapse under me and drop me 50 feet onto pointed rocks below
(7) Seara: xD
(2) Tanja: just so ya know
(4) Tony: Initiative is 1d20 + your dex modifier
(8) Locke: XD

(4) Tony: Roll it like this: Name (Roll) init
(7) Seara: I'm learning the dice stuff as Igo, I might be a bit stumped now and then, just throw me a hint >.>
(8) Locke: you ran into his trap last time... nearly died twice :x
(2) Tanja: he'll do it just to amuse him now
(8) Locke: XD

(8) Locke: [1d20+1] -> [16,1] = (17)
(4) Tony: DM [1d20+3] -> [19,3] = (22) init
(2) Tanja: "yeah lets throw a locked glass case at a random spot in the game just so i can watch tanja die again!"
(4) Tony: like that *
(6) Evanthe: If you mess up your character dies instantly.

(6) Evanthe: NO SECOND CHANCES HERE
(2) Tanja: TanjaDeath [1d20] -> [5] = (5)
(2) Tanja: see?
(8) Locke: XD
(6) Evanthe: TanjaLIVE [1d20] -> [20] = (20)

(6) Evanthe: :D
(2) Tanja: lol
(2) Tanja: the secret!
(8) Locke: :D
(7) Seara: ahhh okie

(2) Tanja: we found the secret!
(8) Locke: [1d20] -> [9] = (9)
(1) Mikhal: last game, the secret was to swear in your attack action to hit >_>
(7) Seara: SearaZOMG [Bad dice format] - [d20+3]
(5) Tristen: Tristen [1d20] -> [13] = (13)

(7) Seara: err
(7) Seara: oh
(4) Tony: you always need the 1 there ^_^*
(7) Seara: SearaZOMG [1d20+3] -> [3,3] = (6)
(7) Seara: yeah, whoops xD

(2) Tanja: DEN! [1d20] -> [3] = (3)
(4) Tony: Alrightyy, we all good?
(6) Evanthe: lol!
(8) Locke: [5d100] -> [1,52,73,73,58] = (257)
(6) Evanthe: Den has lost it's power :(

(2) Tanja: awww....we abused it
(1) Mikhal: ugh
(2) Tanja: we must go kill death with a trident to give it power again
(6) Evanthe: oooh tooony~
(4) Tony: Yeeeees?

(1) Mikhal: i have to get off the computer in a few minutes for a few -_-
(2) Tanja: what?!
(4) Tony: ..... Can you keep the server running?
(8) Locke: can I identify my dagger? :o
(2) Tanja: just when we got everybody together here for awesomeness?

(1) Mikhal: i'm gonna leave the windows open and hope that they don't get closed
(2) Tanja: yeah...okay so who wants to play the part of the bloodthirsty barbarian who takes all the hits while he's gone? >.>
(6) Evanthe: Should someone else start the server?
(8) Locke: we can wait for you to come back to start the game? >.>;;
(6) Evanthe: Can someone else do that? o_o

(2) Tanja: i wouldn't know how...
(4) Tony: It requires an open tcp port or something.. so I can't do it..
(6) Evanthe: Is it simply done?
(2) Tanja: i don't even know what that is
(6) Evanthe: I odn't mind trying

(6) Evanthe: don't*
(1) Mikhal: getting off for a few now
(4) Tony: Welll we'll see if it stays up.. if not the server should be in the same start menu directory..
(1) Mikhal: -_-
(6) Evanthe: See you soon-ish Scott

(2) Tanja: just tell whoever it is not to close your windows
(5) Tristen: Angel check skype
(8) Locke: skype? :o
(2) Tanja: loo loo skype to my loo...
(7) Seara: [1d8] -> [3] = (3)

(7) Seara: ooh
(7) Seara: dice button thingies
(7) Seara: [1d20] -> [10] = (10)
(7) Seara: [1d10] -> [10] = (10)
(7) Seara: [1d8] -> [7] = (7)

(7) Seara: [1d6] -> [5] = (5)
(7) Seara: [1d6] -> [2] = (2)
(7) Seara: >.>
(8) Locke: how do you do the text before the dice?
(6) Evanthe: Just write it

(6) Evanthe: er type
(4) Tony: Text before the dice [1d20] -> [15] = (15) text after dice [3d20] -> [7,5,8] = (20) yet more text
(2) Tanja: typetypetype [1d20] -> [2] = (2)
(2) Tanja: woah
(6) Evanthe: You can insert [1d20] -> [9] = (9) anywhere in your sentence

(2) Tanja: hitdice [1d20] -> [6] = (6) damage dice [1d6] -> [3] = (3)
(4) Tony: Such as when you're a level 20 fighter..
(8) Locke: ... *tries* [1d20] -> [10] = (10)
(8) Locke: ooh
(2) Tanja: i sense much fun with this

(4) Tony: First attack! [1d20+20] -> [13,20] = (33), Second Attack! [1d20+15] -> [20,15] = (35), Third Attack! [1d20+10] -> [12,10] = (22), Fourth Attack [1d20+5] -> [11,5] = (16).
(2) Tanja: can it add all that up? >.>
(4) Tony: You wouldn't want it to if they're seperate attacks..
(4) Tony: alrighty... everyone ready?
(2) Tanja: i am

(6) Evanthe: hai hai
(7) Seara: suuures
(4) Tony: *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(8) Locke: ((seCKZ0rz, first words))
(4) GM Voice: A fresh layer of snow has covered the ground outside the library of lucion..

(4) GM Voice: The humble looking building is nestled between the many pine trees of the tundra that stretches south of Krasevae..
(4) GM Voice: Onto this scene, two travelers arrive.. Both holding a necklace that is crafted of ice..
Game disconnected!
Locating server at c-67-172-98-238.hsd1.mi.comcast.net:6774...
Failed to connect to game server...
Locating server at cpe-24-174-186-71.satx.res.rr.com:6774...
Game connected!

(9) Mikhal (enter): 23:03
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Moving to room 'The Gates of Time'..
(9) Mikhal (enter): 23:03
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             The developers in alphabetical order are:
            

           Thomas Baleno, Andrew Bennett, Lex Berezhny, Ted Berg,
           Bernhard Bergbauer, Chris Blocher ,Ben Collins-Sussman, Robin Cook, Greg Copeland,
           Chris Davis, Michael Edwards, Andrew Ettinger, Dj Gilcrease, Todd Faris, 
           Christopher Hickman, Paul Hosking, Scott Mackay, Brian Manning, 
           Jesse McConnell, Brian Osman, Rome Reginelli, Christopher Rouse, Dave Sanders and Mark Tarrabain.

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(1) Tony (enter): 23:03
(2) Tristen (enter): 23:03
(5) Seara (enter): 23:03
(6) Locke (enter): 23:03
(7) Evanthe (enter): 23:03
(2) Tristen: Well, we had better not wast time then, every second that passes means their death
(6) Locke: ((has she tried restarting her computer?))

(9) Mikhal: ((sorry abut that -_-))
(2) Tristen: ((sok scott... start up the server :D))
Log filename is "reydala2-30-07-05.html", system is is logging.
(2) Tristen: ((there was a reason I misspelled Flamer ;) ))
(9) Mikhal: ((anything ground breaking happen?))

(6) Locke: ((can't spell? :D))
(6) Locke: ((heheh, I know :P))
(1) Jorue: Hopefully it is not as dire as that... yet I can't think that they wouldn't mind some help... You are aware of the dangers?...
(2) Tristen: I am aware... and am prepared...
(6) Locke: ((you need to inform Khar of what you were talking about >_>))

(7) Evanthe: ((hang on, we may have found something))
(5) Seara: I see... so Jaze was caputred ((I'm assuming I just found out what happened.. I guess xD))
(7) Evanthe: ((he already did flamer))
(9) Mikhal: ((..what happened?))
(6) Locke: ((see XD))

(1) Jorue: We are not sure what happend with Jaze.... He teleported in the process of the ritual, and the travelers from before went in in part looking for him...
(5) Seara: I see
(6) Locke: ((and looking for treasure))
(6) Locke: ((and revenge :O))
(6) Locke: ((and ice elf thongs))

(6) Locke: ((speaking for myself on the last one >_>))
(5) Seara: ((xD))
** (1) Jorue Takes the scroll into his hands and hands it to Tristen.. **
(7) Evanthe: ((brb))

(2) Tristen: So I assume that it is worn... since that is where we found it on the bodies of the ice elves that we slue
(7) Evanthe: Disconnecting from server...
(7) Evanthe (exit): 23:07
(1) Jorue: This is the chant we managed to record... it activated the pendants, and those that read it while wearing them disappeared in a flash of light..
** (2) Tristen recieves the scroll with alittle bow **
(5) Seara: Well... if this one is going, I might as well too... if I help in assisting the party and Jaze, could I receive some help with a necklace of my own?

(2) Tristen: Thank you sir and may the light of Regial be with you
(11) Evanthe (enter): 23:09
(6) Locke: ((XD "may the force be with you"))
** (5) Seara watches the two with curiously, obviously interested in the chant and use of the teleportation pendants **
(1) Jorue: We can only assume the words are the same.... If you do wish to follow, you may also simply read the scroll..
** (2) Tristen places the pendant around my own neck and prepares to read the scroll, unfurling it. **

** (2) Tristen looks to the other traveler and shows her the words on the scroll **
(2) Tristen: Read but do not say until you are ready
(1) Jorue: The words read: Exshartiva Mal'heu...
(2) Tristen: (hehe I know how these things work, use magical device +5 ;) )
(5) Seara: ((can I get an answer, or... erm, am my motives changing? >_>))

(1) Jorue: Certainly... if you manage to help retrieve Jaze for us.. we can reward you with any assistance you might require..
(5) Seara: All right. *reads over scroll*
(9) Mikhal: (("I wish you to make me a bag of holding and a portable hole"))
(2) Tristen: *when certain she is done, he reads over the scroll himself*
(1) Jorue: Please... be Careful...

(2) Tristen: *in a loud commanding voice* Exshartiva Mal'heu!
(5) Seara: *digs out pendant too, and holds it, readying herself*
(5) Seara: we will do our best
(1) GM Voice: Tristen's necklace glows with a bright white light.... and in an instant, he is gone from the room..
(2) Tristen: (My character is pushy and impatient... as you can tell ;) )

(5) Seara: *loudly* Exshartiva Mal'heu!
(1) GM Voice: Seara speaks the same words.... her necklace reacting similarly.... and she too disappearing in a burst of light..
(11) Evanthe: ((guys, Patti can't get her OpenRPG to work))
(6) Locke: ((has she restarted her computer?))
(11) Evanthe: ((yup))

(11) Evanthe: ((restarted, reinstalled twice, i sent her some files))
(2) Tristen: ((actually scott, if you read my history, I might have to go to the Astral Plane to fight my nemesis ;) )
(2) Tristen: ((so a back of holding and portable hole might be needed eventually )
(1) GM Voice: Tanja, Mikhal, Evanthe, and Locke stand in the teleporter room... recovering their wounds from their last battle..
(2) Tristen: ((Wanna see if it helps if scott starts the server?))

(11) Evanthe: ((Before I start RPing, should we figure out Patti's problem?))
(6) Locke: ((yes))
(12) No Name (enter): 23:18
(12) No Name: ((my god))
(12) No Name: ((finally))

(12) Tanja: ((three reinstallations and one complete redownload of everything OpenRPG/python-related...))
(1) GM Voice: ((Ouch.... ))
(12) Tanja: ((yeah i'm not doing that log thing anymroe))
(2) Tristen: (( well atleast everything is good now :) ))
(1) GM Voice: The bright lights in the corners of the teleporter room keep the room bathed in perpetual light...

(2) Tristen: ((sok I know how to do the log))
(9) Mikhal: ((trying to log caused that?))
(11) Evanthe: ((the two of them appeared in frotn of us just now Patti))
(12) Tanja: ((i dunno what caused it...that was the last thing i did))
** (11) Evanthe shields her eyes.. "What the.." **

(1) GM Voice: ((nobody appeared yet...;) ))
(11) Evanthe: ((oh))
(6) Locke: who on...?
(6) Locke: ((:o
(6) Locke: ))

(9) Mikhal: those lights are kind of irritating
** (11) Evanthe rubs her leg gingerly. "We really should go after Jaze" **
(12) Tanja: ::slouches against the wall::: do we have to?
(11) Evanthe: Well...we could just go straight after Alain
(6) Locke: once you've recovered fully, yes

(1) GM Voice: Suddenly.... the magic circle drawn on the rooms floor flares with light...
(11) Evanthe: But the library people mentioned something about an awar---what the
(12) Tanja: not again..!
(12) Tanja: ::shields her eyes::
** (11) Evanthe springs to her feet, hand on her bow. **

** (6) Locke prepares self **
(9) Mikhal: *draws his greatsword*
(1) GM Voice: A blinding light fills the entire room... and when it fades, two new travelers are standing in the center of the room...
(12) Tanja: ::does the exact opposite, hiding behind the others::
** (11) Evanthe points and aims, recognition dawning in her eyes ".....Seara??" **
(12) Tanja: ::blinks:: who the he--i mean...hi

** (11) Evanthe lowers her bow, stepping towards Seara "What the hell are you doing here?" **
** (5) Seara holds sword ready, blinking against the dissappearing light and the sight of the people in front of her **
** (2) Tristen recognises the instant threat of people pointing weapons at him and moves to draw his sword until he hears the elf speak... **
(5) Seara: Evanthe?! What are YOU doing here?!
(12) Tanja: ::thinks to self--what are ANY of us doing here?::
(11) Evanthe: I could ask YOU the same question!

(6) Locke: wait wait wait...
(11) Evanthe: Are you....Seara no...you're not working with them are you?
(6) Locke: you know her? Evanthe?
** (2) Tristen looks around quite confused **

** (5) Seara lowers sword slowly, then raises it again out of instinct at the last comment **
(12) Tanja: ((and confusion runs rampant *mills aimlessly*))
(5) Seara: Of course not! I was sent here to help YOU
(12) Tanja: we can always use more of that around here... ::Shifty eyes::
(11) Evanthe: What..?

** (2) Tristen looks around the room noting its features **
** (6) Locke whispers to Mikhal -- "are you as lost as me?" **
(9) Mikhal: *steps and bit nearer to Tristen, looking up and his face and then sizes him up*
(11) Evanthe: Wait wait wait, who the heck is that?
** (11) Evanthe points at Tristen. **
(12) Tanja: ::whispers to them both:: just go with it

(11) Evanthe: Did you run off with a guy, Seara?
(6) Locke: ((XD))
** (2) Tristen looks to Mikhal glaring at him **
(12) Tanja: ::gapes::
** (11) Evanthe looks again at Tristen "You could have done better..." **

(5) Seara: I was at the library, doing a bit of.. research, and met Jaze and the abbots there---NO, I don't know him!
(12) Tanja: okay i just decided i really don't want to know what's going on
(5) Seara: he just... appeared!
(11) Evanthe: He looks like he's got something lodged in his---Oh
(9) Mikhal: ((you actually have to look DOWN to me ;D))

(12) Tanja: ::sits against the wall until its all straightened out::
(2) Tristen: ((haha ok))
(11) Evanthe: I have so many questions to ask you...but that's not the time
(9) Mikhal: ((yay for being 5'3" :) ))
(2) Tristen: *slightly annoyed with the usless banter*

** (11) Evanthe rushes forth and hugs Seara tightly "I'm glad you're safe." **
(2) Tristen: Is there an immediate threat?
(5) Seara: Ha, same here... so what's the deal here anyways?
(6) Locke: we're in the middle of the ice elf base, no treat
** (11) Evanthe glances at Tristen "Well, Seara here is a friend...who're *you*?" **
(12) Tanja: ::coughs::

(2) Tristen: Where are the elves? *noting the bodies of slain ice elves near the companions*
(12) Tanja: as much as i hate to butt in
(6) Locke: ((*threat))
** (5) Seara hugs back, semi-relunctant, but relieved as well, to see a familar face **
(12) Tanja: we're sort of busy at the moment

** (2) Tristen regards Evanthe **
(12) Tanja: ::stares at them all::
(2) Tristen: I am of the order of Regal Knights, I was sent here to help you all and prove myself in battle
(9) Mikhal: *whispers to Tanja* that explains his stiff manners..
(12) Tanja: ::hushes him:: you saw what they did to those worms up there...don't complain!

(11) Evanthe: Sent by whom?
(12) Tanja: ::stares down the corridor where the elf ran off, looking for any sort of activity::
(2) Tristen: My commander Captain Remel
** (11) Evanthe nods in approval. **
(6) Locke: ::whispers to both:: he said he's proving himself, maybe he's not as strong

(2) Tristen: I already know who you are, I have heard of your exploits
(11) Evanthe: Good ol' Remel, I knew he liked us.
(12) Tanja: as much as i love this whole reunion thing, we should be expecting company soon...
** (11) Evanthe nods **
(11) Evanthe: Jaze...

(12) Tanja: if anybody's listening to me, that is
(11) Evanthe: If we happen to see the kid, we can save him.
(1) GM Voice: The corridor to the south is strangely quiet...
(9) Mikhal: ((DUN DUN DUN!!))
(12) Tanja: i really don't care where all these extra people came from...the more the merrier, right?

(2) Tristen: There are more arriving you say? *to Tanja*
(12) Tanja: so lets just do what we came here to do so we can kill Alain
(6) Locke: so... we're all rested and ready to continue on?
(12) Tanja: well...
** (11) Evanthe nods **

(12) Tanja: ::scratches back of her head:: we sort of let one get away
** (2) Tristen draws his sword and readies his shield **
(12) Tanja: purely unintentional
** (11) Evanthe whispers to Seara "I'll explain everything later." **
(2) Tristen: I see..
(12) Tanja: and he made off with a kid

(12) Tanja: so...i bet a bunch more elves know we're here by now
(1) GM Voice: Then.... a loud clanging sound echoes from the south, as if something made of metal just fell... very muffled...
** (5) Seara whispers back "Okay... I guess I have some explaining to do too.. for now let's get outta here and do what we need to do" **
(12) Tanja: the longer we stay here, the less nice of a place this is turning into
(11) Evanthe: Looks like we have company..

(12) Tanja: ((luuucyyy...you've got some 'splainin' to do....))
** (11) Evanthe touches a hand to her bow and peeks out the doorway **
(9) Mikhal: *goes over to the south door*
(5) Seara: ((xD))
(12) Tanja: ::pulls out her bow instead, deciding she doesn't want anything to do with that mace that nearly got her killed last time::

(1) GM Voice: All is silent... Evanthe just sees the door at the end of the corridor..
** (6) Locke whispers to Evanthe: "you got a close range weapon to use?" **
(11) Evanthe: I don't see anything..
(12) Tanja: ((are you kiddng??? that's how i got killed last time))
** (11) Evanthe steps into the corridor **
(1) GM Voice: ((Just a sec bathroom..>_>))

** (2) Tristen looks to where the noise came from and casts detect evil... **
(11) Evanthe: ((free RP))
(12) Tanja: ((quick, run through the dungeon))
(11) Evanthe: ((xD))
(6) Locke: ((XD))

(12) Tanja: ((*goes back to the library and robs those glass cases*))
(5) Seara: ((KILL EVERYTHING))
(6) Locke: ((*runs to Jaze and saves him*))
(5) Seara: ((xD))
** (11) Evanthe looks at Tristen again "Sonya is well, I hope?" **

(9) Mikhal: ((*becomes a god*))
(12) Tanja: ((*comes back and kills Alain with a sword +1141235 *))
(6) Locke: ((*seCKZ0rz an ice elf of hundred*))
(2) Tristen: She is well. *not concerning himself with petty talk when there is a possible threat*
(5) Seara: ((seCKZ0rz the cute lil' aco boi))

(5) Seara: ((;)))
(11) Evanthe: Good, we kinda miss her....company.
(11) Evanthe: ((and l337 killing skills))
(1) GM Voice: Evanthe and Mikhal step into the corridor, Mikhal reaching the door..
(2) Tristen: (( do I get a range of the evil thats closest?))

(12) Tanja: ::follows at a safe distance...::
** (6) Locke follows last **
** (5) Seara draws bow and follows at a safe distance **
(12) Tanja: ((man...all these people make it hard to get an arrow off without hitting someone...))
(6) Locke: ((hit on me :D))
(9) Mikhal: *puts an ear up to the door and listens*

(2) Tristen: *keeps on detecting evil for the next two rounds so I can get a range* :P
(5) Seara: ((xD))
(2) Tristen: (())*
(12) Tanja: ((lol oooo ))
(9) Mikhal: Listen Skill Check: [1d20+4] -> [5,4] = (9)

(9) Mikhal: ((*wins*))
(2) Tristen: ((you hear a loud banging... wait its your own heart haha))
(12) Tanja: ((you hear....wood.))
(2) Tristen: ((xD))
(1) GM Voice: Mikhal hears nothing on the other side of the door..

** (11) Evanthe listens as well **
(11) Evanthe: Listen Skill Check [1d20+8] -> [20,8] = (28)
(11) Evanthe: ((muwahahah))
(12) Tanja: ((jesus))
(12) Tanja: ((and evanthe hears a butterfly flap across the planet...))

(5) Seara: ((enough to hear cockroaches!))
(6) Locke: ((winnar))
(11) Evanthe: ((i have big ears ;_;))
(6) Locke: ((you elf :p))
(1) GM Voice: Evanthe tries to listen as well... and hears the faint sound of shuffling feet, but it seems quite distant...

(12) Tanja: ::swallows::
(11) Evanthe: I...hear feet
(12) Tanja: ((i guess that means he won't let us hear anything))
(11) Evanthe: But they're far away
(12) Tanja: ::coughs:: i guess its safe to assume they're on foot then...

(2) Tristen: *continues to detect evil*
** (11) Evanthe nods **
** (11) Evanthe opens the door **
(12) Tanja: ::thinks to self--as if we didn't know that already...::
(9) Mikhal: *pushes open the door*
(11) Evanthe: Might as well head in that direction

(11) Evanthe: It might be Jaze
(9) Mikhal: ((they could of been on those lizard thingies))
(12) Tanja: ((or Death on two legs))
(11) Evanthe: ((;D))
(5) Seara: ((it could be bunnies! with pointy teeth!))

(9) Mikhal: ((Death Do you have it? Can i have it?))
(12) Tanja: ::tries to peer around the others to see what's in the room from the distance::
(1) GM Voice: ((Patti naming a queen song . . . I think we can assume that's a coincidence..))
(12) Tanja: ((well, y'know, some things stuck living with my mom... *coughs*))
(2) Tristen: *tries moving to the front of the group*

(9) Mikhal: *poitedly keeps Tristen behind him*
(1) GM Voice: Mikhal pushes open the door... he remembers this sight... the room is similar in size to the room they began with... though there is no transportation circle...
(12) Tanja: ::brings up the rear...because someone has to, after all::
(1) GM Voice: Similar to that room there are four spheres of light.. illuminating the room brightly..
(9) Mikhal: ((barbarian movement, for the win!))

(11) Evanthe: Oh great
(1) GM Voice: On each wall of the room is a door..
** (11) Evanthe pushes past Mikhal and into the room. **
(2) Tristen: ((bah Im a Regal knight, Im supposed to protect YOU :P ))
(12) Tanja: ((north!))

(11) Evanthe: ((elf wins!))
(11) Evanthe: What.
(11) Evanthe: Which way?
(9) Mikhal: ((*chops you in half* what protection?))
(12) Tanja: ::follows the others into the room, looking for signs of passage::

(2) Tristen: *pushes past Mikhal, if not a little forcefully to make his point and moves into the new room and casts detect evil for the 3rd time*
(12) Tanja: ((as in...determining if someone has passed by recently?::
(12) Tanja: ))
(9) Mikhal: ((that reminds me of SMRPG days.. XD))
(12) Tanja: ((lol))

(12) Tanja: ((auto-detect evil))
(9) Mikhal: ((*detect evil, detect evil, detect evil DAMNIT >_>*))
(1) GM Voice: Tanja looks on the ground... There's no tracks on the ice to be seen...
(12) Tanja: ((detect evil is on tony! remember!))
(1) GM Voice: ((Notedd))

(2) Tristen: ((Im trying to get a range of the evil :P ))
(12) Tanja: ::checks the doors instead of the floor, for signs of recent use::
(1) GM Voice: ((If it's out of your line of sight, you can only get a direction...))
** (6) Locke listens for which way they headed in **
(2) Tristen: ((ahh right *read over that part*

(9) Mikhal: *goes to listen at the south door*
(9) Mikhal: Listen Skill Check: [1d20+4] -> [8,4] = (12)
(11) Evanthe: Why don't we try this one?
** (11) Evanthe goes to a random door and opens it **
(12) Tanja: ((do i have to roll a d20?))

(5) Seara: Annnnd behind door number 3... what would any fortress be without a bunch of doors to choose from...
(12) Tanja: a fortress that makes sense..
(1) GM Voice: Tanja checks all the doors for signs of being disturbed... but they all look identical..
** (5) Seara goes to another and takes an ear to it **
(12) Tanja: ::sighs::

(12) Tanja: well i guess that's that
(11) Evanthe: Well ya know, we're gonna have to fight someone sometime, no sense tip toeing around
(12) Tanja: ((what walls are the doors on, tony?))
(12) Tanja: ((one door on each wall?))
(2) Tristen: No sense in making too much noise either

(1) GM Voice: Mikhal hears nothing beyond the south door...
(6) Locke: you make it sound like this is a game
(1) GM Voice: ((Yes))
(5) Seara: ((psst, what do I roll, just so I know?~))
(2) Tristen: I am only one knight and you only have so many arrows

(6) Locke: ((which it is... beside the point))
(9) Mikhal: ((1d20+listen bonus))
(12) Tanja: ((i don't think there's anything behind the west door...))
(11) Evanthe: Then you should keep it quiet *smiles sweetly at Tristen*
(12) Tanja: ((i mean, the map ends there.. >.>))

(9) Mikhal: ((maybe tony wants us to THINK that!))
(12) Tanja: ((lol))
(5) Seara: ((xD))
(12) Tanja: ((a minuscule corridor))
(1) GM Voice: ((Welll if you don't *want* to find the stairs to the treasure horde...))

(9) Mikhal: ((the supper uder treasure is to the west!))
(12) Tanja: ((oh no))
(12) Tanja: ((you tried that with me once))
(9) Mikhal: ((uber, even))
(5) Seara: ((listen bonus being points I have in the skill?))

(12) Tanja: ((you gotta do better than that to sucker me in again))
(9) Mikhal: ((1d20+points in listen+WIS modifier))
(11) Evanthe: ((yup, Khar +wis))
(11) Evanthe: ((oh yeah))
** (2) Tristen points his sword to the south door "they are there" **

** (6) Locke opens the door on the west a crack **
(12) Tanja: ::blinks::
(12) Tanja: are you sure?
(2) Tristen: I am sure.
(12) Tanja: how sure?

(2) Tristen: Positive.
(11) Evanthe: Why not open them all just for fun.
(1) GM Voice: Locke peeks through the west door.... there is another large room with many cells along the wall, all of them seem to be empty, though....
(12) Tanja: ::snickers::
(12) Tanja: ((told you =D ))

(12) Tanja: well...i guess that settles that
(12) Tanja: south it is
(9) Mikhal: *opens the south door*
** (11) Evanthe peeks through the east door really quickly **
** (11) Evanthe before following the others **
(12) Tanja: ((*takes an arrow in the back*))

** (2) Tristen moves next to Mikhal reading himself for anything that might come through the door. **
(12) Tanja: ((if it glitters, i don't want to know))
(6) Locke: ((XD))
(6) Locke: ((*shines his glittering dagger at Tanja*))
(1) GM Voice: Mikhal opens up the south door... some feet beyond the door, an Iron portillicus blocks the path further south..

(12) Tanja: ((lol))
(12) Tanja: ((cheater!))
(1) GM Voice: Beyond it.. against the east wall is a lever connceted to a large chain mechanism..
(12) Tanja: ::stares at it thoughtfully::
(12) Tanja: ((a little more info please))

(2) Tristen: ((hmm no need to roll a spot check... whee))
(1) GM Voice: The chain goes up into the ceiling, presumably it would raise and lower the portilicus..
(9) Mikhal: *thinks about raiseing the portillicus and then dropping it on Tristen*
** (6) Locke touches the lever **
(12) Tanja: ((how is the lever in relation to us? and how big are the openings in the portcullis?))

(1) GM Voice: Locke finds the lever a bit too far beyond the portillicus to reach it
(6) Locke: ((wah))
** (11) Evanthe gives up on the east door and heads south **
(11) Evanthe: Hmmm
(1) GM Voice: The lever is about 10 feet beyond the portillicus... the bars are far too narrow for anyone to slip through, 6 inches apart...

(9) Mikhal: ((would it be possible to throw a rope at the lever and then move it that way?))
(1) GM Voice: The east door merely led to a similar room as the west... a row of empty cells..
(11) Evanthe: ((ask us IC :D))
(12) Tanja: ::takes her 50' of silk rope out and starts thoughtfully tying it into a lasso of sorts::
(11) Evanthe: ((or your idea is stolen!))

(11) Evanthe: ((waha)
(11) Evanthe: Ooh, good idea Tanja
(12) Tanja: ((hey he didn't wanna ask in chat  :) ))
(9) Mikhal: ((/slap Altair))
(1) GM Voice: Beyond the lever is another door at the end of the hallway... of similar construction to the other doors...

(12) Tanja: ::shrugs as she hefts her lasso::: its worth a shot?
(1) GM Voice: Except the handles on this one are beginning to turn...
(12) Tanja: ((hey!))
(12) Tanja: ((i'm not done being genius yet!))
(2) Tristen: Wait

(2) Tristen: The door on the other side is opening
** (11) Evanthe peers at the door. **
(2) Tristen: move back and set up an ambush *quietly*
(12) Tanja: ::speedily packs her rope back into her pack smoothly as if having had practice and stands to one side of the door away from direct sight::
(11) Evanthe: It's kind of hard to set up an ambush in a hallway.

** (6) Locke hides behind Tristen ((my meat wall :D)) **
(12) Tanja: ((we're still in the big room, i think))
(9) Mikhal: *smiles wryly at Tristen*i'm sure Remiel would LOVE you hear that you propsed to ambush the enemy, not giving them honest combat
(1) GM Voice: The door opens wide... On the other side, two ice elves, wearing pure blue armor that shrouds any aspect of their figures step inside the room...

(6) Locke: ((CHARGE))

(12) Tanja: ((maybe they'll be stumped at how to work the portcullis in their own fortres... >.> ))
(2) Tristen: *glares at Mikhal* who said anything about ME being the ambusher
** (11) Evanthe pulls her bow out slowly **
(12) Tanja: ::hisses:: shhH!
(1) GM Voice: Two others file in next to them.. and stand at their sides..

(9) Mikhal: ((Mikhal 1, Tristen 0))
** (6) Locke pulls out his crossbow **
** (11) Evanthe cocks her head to the side, watching **
** (5) Seara readies bow **
(1) GM Voice: One last one files into the room... clearly not an ice elf... his features look human.. with cropped blond hair... he is wearing robes of dark blue.... how familiar
(9) Mikhal: ..you!

(12) Tanja: ::eyes narrow::
** (11) Evanthe says in a lowlowlowlowlow voice "Should we--" chokes off on her words, pointing. **
** (2) Tristen readies his shield and holds up his regular sword ready to charge **
** (6) Locke mumbles... "Alain" **
** (1) Alain walks slowly in front of his personal retinue. **
** (11) Evanthe aims an arrow at Alain, preparing to follow **

(11) Evanthe: ((fire, too))
** (6) Locke stands up, not hiding anymore **
(1) Alain: "Ah, my friends... I had not expected you to make it here, not in my wildest dreams.... You suprise me"
(11) Evanthe: ((can I shoot ;_;))
(9) Mikhal: ((of course ;D))

(1) Alain: ((If you like ;) ))
** (11) Evanthe lets loose an arrow towards Alain **
(6) Locke: ((do it))
** (6) Locke aims at Alain **
(12) Tanja: ::watches the arrow, praying it hits something...um...vital::
(11) Evanthe: You don't give us enough credit, Alain

(1) Alain: ((Roll ^_^))
(11) Evanthe: ((how close is he?))
(12) Tanja: ::stands next to Evanthe, resisting the urge to shake her stolen silverware at him::
(6) Locke: ((*tension*))
(11) Evanthe: ((WITHIN 30 Ft plzkthx))

(1) Alain: The other end of the hallway.. about 50 ft
(12) Tanja: ((30.5 feet))
(11) Evanthe: ((>.>))
(6) Locke: ((geez...))
(5) Seara: ((xD))

(12) Tanja: ((so we're kinda like shouting?))
(11) Evanthe: Masterwork Longbow [1d20+8] -> [5,8] = (13)
(11) Evanthe: ((;_;))
(12) Tanja: ((maybe it'll take out a guard instead))
(6) Locke: ((I'm behing Tristen))

(11) Evanthe: ((or skitter to the floor 2 ft in front of me))
(6) Locke: ((XD))
(11) Evanthe: ((i'd like a retry!))
(2) Tristen: ((Im next to Mikhal))
(12) Tanja: ((i'm in tahiti))

** (2) Tristen feels an arrow whiz my his head at the retinue before him **
(9) Mikhal: ((i'm in japan))
(11) Evanthe: ((I won't shoot you :P))
(1) GM Voice: One of Alains guards steps forward, catching the arrow in a mailed hand in one quick movement..
(11) Evanthe: Oh come on!

(12) Tanja: ((woah...))
(1) Alain: "Now now... what kind of welcome is that?"
(6) Locke: impressive
(5) Seara: ((o.o;;))
(11) Evanthe: I won't miss next time

(2) Tristen: ((by*))
(12) Tanja: ((okay, where do we sign up to be badguys?))
** (6) Locke shoots at the guard that caught the arrow **
(11) Evanthe: That was just a warning shot!
(6) Locke: ((~))

(9) Mikhal: ((Patti, we sign under the pentagram))
(1) Alain: ((Fine fine, one shot per personn))
(11) Evanthe: So feel free to surrender now!
(12) Tanja: ((woo hoo))
(6) Locke: ((XD))

(12) Tanja: ((firing squad!))
(6) Locke: [1d20] -> [3] = (3)
(6) Locke: ((aww man))
(12) Tanja: ::draws her own bow and attempts to perform the impossible::
** (5) Seara shoots the guard as well **

(5) Seara: ((xD))
(11) Evanthe: ((alain!))
(11) Evanthe: ((fux the guard))
(2) Tristen: ((Tony tampered with the dice... thats why he is letting us roll))
(1) Alain: Locke fires an arrow into the ground in front of him..

(12) Tanja: awesomebownessofdeath! [1d20+4] -> [8,4] = (12) @ Alain
(6) Locke: ((;-;))
** (11) Evanthe coughs **
(11) Evanthe: We're just warming up!
(5) Seara: [1d20+5] -> [20,5] = (25)

(1) Alain: Tanja's arrow buzzes past Alain's head..
(11) Evanthe: ((awesome Khar :D))
(6) Locke: ((awesome!))
(1) Alain: ((At who?))
(5) Seara: ((ooh))

(6) Locke: ((the guard))
(11) Evanthe: ((alainalainalain))
(5) Seara: ((guard for me))
(11) Evanthe: ((alain))
(1) Alain: ((And d20 again for crit chance))

(12) Tanja: ::twirls her bow expertly:: save that pretty face for my next one
(5) Seara: CRITS I LIKE CRITS [1d20] -> [12] = (12)
(11) Evanthe: ((xD))
(6) Locke: ((XD))
(9) Mikhal: ((you add +5 to that also))

(5) Seara: ((>.>))
(9) Mikhal: (so it's a 17))
(5) Seara: ((oh, okie))
(1) Alain: Seara's arrow sticks into the guard that caught the arrow.. somehow penetrating his armor...
(1) Alain: ((Normal damage.. d8))

(12) Tanja: ((tony just told us to fire so he can give Alain material for degrading comments...))
(5) Seara: [1d8] -> [6] = (6)
(11) Evanthe: ((Pretty much))
(1) Alain: The guard looks down at the arrow in his shoulder in disbelief...
(11) Evanthe: Ha!

(12) Tanja: ((lol))
(1) Alain: He chuckles faintly as he pulls it out and tosses it aside like a used toothpick..
(5) Seara: ((;_;))
** (11) Evanthe looks on in disbelief **
(11) Evanthe: It won't be so easy next time!

(6) Locke: so they're tougher than the others
(12) Tanja: ::doesn't even flinch, continues glaring daggers at Alain::
(11) Evanthe: Alain, are you afraid of us?
** (2) Tristen grunts and his eyes narrow **
(6) Locke: ((>_>))

(2) Tristen: Come alain fight us on open ground
(11) Evanthe: ((we hate this guy, it's IC to challenge him :P))
(12) Tanja: if there wasn't a portcullis between us and you, would you be sounding so confident?
(2) Tristen: enough with this trickery
(1) Alain: "Well.. Had I known you were going to be so hostile I would have played my trump card sooner.... but, alas, alas..."

(12) Tanja: ((*bluffs*))
(11) Evanthe: Then stop being such a coward and running away
(9) Mikhal: ((Alain's guards = Impossible to gauge?))
(6) Locke: ((nah, not with your OHKO))
(12) Tanja: what could you possibly do that would top what you've already done?!

(1) Alain: Oh I'm not running.... I think the time has come to deal with you... you've meddled long enough, and I don't need you causing more trouble..
(11) Evanthe: Well, you certainly talk big
(11) Evanthe: ((la la at least i'll have trash talked him before i die painfully))
(2) Tristen: Come foul one, I will smite you with my sword in your chest..
(12) Tanja: ((lol ditto))

(5) Seara: ((haha))
(12) Tanja: ((this is like the Demi-Lich))
(11) Evanthe: ((yeah xD))
** (1) Alain waves his hand dismissively.. **

(1) Alain: I'm not stupid, fool.. I like you there in your cage
(11) Evanthe: You're a coward!
(12) Tanja: why are you doing this, Alain?
(12) Tanja: that's the one thing i haven't figured out
** (11) Evanthe nudges Tanja "Can you get that lever with your rope now?" **

** (11) Evanthe in a low voice **
(2) Tristen: ((wonder how much pressure it would take to move that lever.... like the force of an arrow? hint hint))
(11) Evanthe: ((too late! I'm ahead of you))
(12) Tanja: ::whispers back:: i'd have to get close enough to stick my hands through the portcullis...but maybe
(2) Tristen: ((haha damn))

(12) Tanja: he'd notice it for sure though
(1) Alain: "The Ice queen has offered more than Krasevae ever could.... that pathetic city, it was starting to bore me..." he turns back toward the door...
(11) Evanthe: I'll try to keep him talking
(11) Evanthe: How dare you call yourself a follower of Mulinel!
(9) Mikhal: *bends down and tries to lift the portillicus up*

(12) Tanja: ::sidles up to the portcullis with her already lasso'd rope already out::
(9) Mikhal: Strength Check [1d20+4] -> [6,4] = (10)
(9) Mikhal: ((damn >_>))
(11) Evanthe: You are nothing but a weak coward who runs at the very sight of trouble!
(12) Tanja: ((*sigh*))

(1) Alain: "It suited my position to do so.. so I did.. I don't see what's so wrong with that.."
** (2) Tristen tries to help Mikhal with his combined strength **
(11) Evanthe: Don't see what's wrong with that? People died!
(1) GM Voice: Mikhal strains against the portillicus... but it's definitely too heavy for him...
** (11) Evanthe makes a mental note to shoot Mikhal and Tristen with arrows later **
(6) Locke: watch your back, soon Mulinel shall unleash his wrath upon you

(12) Tanja: ((lol))
(2) Tristen: Strength check [1d20+2] -> [3,2] = (5)
(12) Tanja: ((*cheerfully ties them up with her rope*))
(1) GM Voice: ...Even with Tristen's help
(1) Alain: Even if people did... they had little connection to me, why should I care, afterall?

(2) Tristen: ((we suck Scott haha))
(11) Evanthe: Because they believed in you!
(9) Mikhal: ((tony = teh suck ;-;))
(12) Tanja: ::carefully feeds the rope through the portcullis with her arms until her arms are through with the full length of rope::
(12) Tanja: ((now if they come forward and chop my arms off---you owe me a new rope))

(11) Evanthe: They trusted you.....Aaron trusted you!
(6) Locke: ((XD))
(5) Seara: ((...I have a higher str mod than a paladin?))
(9) Mikhal: ((XD))
(11) Evanthe: ((xD))

(6) Locke: ((hahah, pwned))
(2) Tristen: ((because of what you chose Khar :P ))
** (1) Alain chuckles slightly to himself... **
** (5) Seara helps the boys! ((>.>)) **
(2) Tristen: ((Im much more attractive then you though ;) )

(12) Tanja: ::Lets some slack out, enough she estimates to reach the lever::
(11) Evanthe: ((charismatic))
(5) Seara: str something [1d20+4] -> [14,4] = (18)
(6) Locke: (( Khar = teh hawt))
(1) Alain: People trust in alot of things.. and later find out they're wrong.. It happens everyday

(11) Evanthe: ((okay I think you killed Tanja))
(6) Locke: ((she pwned))
(12) Tanja: ((lol))
(5) Seara: ((kekeke... *hides*))
(12) Tanja: ((i'm caught in the portcullis as it goes up))

(12) Tanja: ((garage door of death))
(2) Tristen: ((tumble check Tanja ;) ))
(11) Evanthe: ((aw shit))
(12) Tanja: ((we'll wait and see what tony does))
(9) Mikhal: ((i think it's more of a OMGPWN'D check))

(12) Tanja: ((maybe its still not strong enough...))
(5) Seara: ((probably not >.>))
(12) Tanja: (('cause...y'know...i still have to try and make the rope loop around the lever...))
(11) Evanthe: ((yar))
(1) Alain: All Three of them try... but still nothing... the bars go well into the ceiling...

(2) Tristen: ((yeah))
(5) Seara: ((but the thought was too humurous to pass up))
(12) Tanja: ((keep him talking!))
(11) Evanthe: And you think that's okay?
** (6) Locke tries to help as well ((>.>)) **

(11) Evanthe: To have all those people believe that you were there to help them?
(2) Tristen: (("and did you know the sky is blue... and has clouds.. and..." ))
(11) Evanthe: ((hey guys))
(5) Seara: ((xD))
(11) Evanthe: ((let's wait til tanja finishes her stuff before we try to kill her))

(6) Locke: [1d20] -> [19] = (19)
(6) Locke: ((booyah))
(11) Evanthe: ((>.>))
(12) Tanja: ((knock it off!))
(5) Seara: ((ooh :o))

(6) Locke: ((XD))
(9) Mikhal: ((XD))
(5) Seara: ((lmao))
(12) Tanja: ((do you guys know that i'm actually caught up in the portcullis right now?))
(12) Tanja: ((-.-))

(1) Alain: "Why should I care about them?.." He says.. "They'll soon be dead anyway..."
(11) Evanthe: And so will you
(6) Locke: ((it's hard to follow :x))
(11) Evanthe: What good are you to a goddess?
(5) Seara: ((I didn't, sorry >.>))

(11) Evanthe: You're not even ELVEN
(9) Mikhal: ((Go Evanthe! :D))
(12) Tanja: ::swing her lasso back and forth in her hands to get a bit of momentum...then on a swing out, lets the rope arc out towards the lever!::
(12) Tanja: ((that would be a what... 1d20 + do i get any pluses?))
(11) Evanthe: ((dex))

(12) Tanja: ((i'm thinking about a 20))
(11) Evanthe: ((plus your skills))
(1) Alain: "The only thing the Gods respect is power.. Apparently I was deemed worth enough for her powers"
(11) Evanthe: ((skill points even))
(9) Mikhal: ((i'd say it's a ranged attack..maybe?))

(11) Evanthe: Only until the ice elves win, then you'll be left out in the cold
(9) Mikhal: ((or a use rope skill check))
(12) Tanja: ((i dunno what it's categorized as))
(5) Seara: ((brb for a sec))
(1) Alain: ((Use rope))

(11) Evanthe: ((her use rope is dex + skill))
(12) Tanja: ((so my dex is a +4, right?))
(12) Tanja: ((or no?))
(1) Alain: "Anyway.. no more time for this useless chit-chat... I've arranged a gift for you..."
(11) Evanthe: ((what is your dex? :o))

(12) Tanja: ((18))
(1) Alain: ((yes))
(11) Evanthe: ((yup))
(12) Tanja: [1d20+6] -> [5,6] = (11)
(12) Tanja: ((...))

(12) Tanja: ((Not even with a +6))
(11) Evanthe: ((;_;))
(12) Tanja: ((keep him talking! >.> ))
(1) Alain: Tanja tries to lob the rope through the bars of the portillicus.. but ropes don't really lob well.. it falls well short...
(11) Evanthe: Why not take care of us personally?

(12) Tanja: ::reels it back quickly::
(11) Evanthe: If you're so all powerful, why do you not want to face us?
(11) Evanthe: We'll prove to you that your power is meaningless
(1) GM Voice: the two nearest guards chuckle at Tanja's efforts...
(2) Tristen: *lets go of the portcullis when he realizes he cant lift it* Yes Alain fight us

(12) Tanja: ((*/cry*))
(6) Locke: ((XD))
(2) Tristen: Come, you foul coward
(1) Alain: "I'm afraid you've started to bore me... But hey, if everything works out, do come see me again sometime... we'll do lunch.. " He grins.. opening the south door again
(11) Evanthe: IMBECILE!

(9) Mikhal: idiot
(12) Tanja: ::tries to lasso the lever once more before he escapes
(12) Tanja: [1d20+6] -> [1,6] = (7)
(12) Tanja: ((...))
(6) Locke: ((>.>))

(12) Tanja: ((freakin' .. ))
** (11) Evanthe tries with her own rope **
(11) Evanthe: Use Rope [1d20+7] -> [19,7] = (26)
** (1) Alain steps out the door.. shaking his head.. **
(11) Evanthe: Stop! Alain!

(12) Tanja: ((you should've done it =D ))
(1) Alain: Evanthe tosses her rope... it lands on the lever perfectly...!
(12) Tanja: ((yank!))
(12) Tanja: ((oh wait
(12) Tanja: ((don't yank...pull the rope through first))

** (11) Evanthe tugs, trying to pull the lever **
(12) Tanja: ((otherwise your arms will still be in the portcullis))
(12) Tanja: ::speedily unthreads her arms from the portcullis::
** (11) Evanthe does that..yeah **
(1) GM Voice: Evanthe yanks on her rope... the lever pulls.. heavy chain clanking noises...
(6) Locke: ((and we all go splat))

(1) GM Voice: The portilicus slowly begins to rise...
(11) Evanthe: haHA!
(12) Tanja: ((drops a rock on us))
(2) Tristen: *prepares to charge as he hears the clanking of the mechanism, readying his sword and shield once again*
(12) Tanja: ::sighs somewhat dejectedly::

(1) GM Voice: Until one of the guards steps forward and cuts through the rope cleanly with his sword...
(12) Tanja: ((but its already been triggered!))
(11) Evanthe: ((haha loophole!))
(12) Tanja: ((how far up is the portcullis?))
(1) GM Voice: ((about an inch))

** (11) Evanthe tries to duck under the porticullis **
(12) Tanja: ((lol))
(11) Evanthe: ((>.>))
(9) Mikhal: ((damn >_>))
(11) Evanthe: ((nevermind that))

** (6) Locke tries to duck under as well **
(6) Locke: ((:x))
(12) Tanja: ((its only an inch people))
(6) Locke: ((an inch >.>))
(2) Tristen: ((anyone have a reducing spell?))

(1) GM Voice: Locke bangs his head against a far too low limbo stick..
(12) Tanja: ((better off squeezing through the 6 inch holes in the portcullis))
(5) Seara: ((yookie))
(6) Locke: ((hey, I didn't see that >_>))
(1) GM Voice: Far behind them there is a flash of light...

(1) GM Voice: Three of the guards begin to file out after alain...
(11) Evanthe: ((my poor rope ;_;))
** (2) Tristen notices the flash of light and spins around to face it. **
(1) GM Voice: It seems to have come from the teleporter room....
(11) Evanthe: Oh great

(11) Evanthe: What now
(12) Tanja: let me guess...
(2) Tristen: Keep on trying to open that porcullis
(12) Tanja: more elves?

(11) Evanthe: Alain was right there, too....
(11) Evanthe: Well he cut my rope!
** (2) Tristen moves back to the room they just came from **
(12) Tanja: ::sighs and threads herself back into the portcullis with her own rope::

(11) Evanthe: ((how much rope do I have left?))
(1) GM Voice: Tristen moves back to the second room...
(1) GM Voice: ((At least 40 feet))
(11) Evanthe: ((okay))

(12) Tanja: ::takes another crack at playing cowgirl... loop + lever = love ::
(12) Tanja: [1d20+6] -> [3,6] = (9)
(12) Tanja: ((for ..))
(9) Mikhal: Mikhal [1d20+2] -> [5,2] = (7) Init
(2) Tristen: [1d20] -> [15] = (15)

(12) Tanja: [1d20+4] -> [17,4] = (21)
(12) Tanja: ((oh yeah))
(12) Tanja: ((now i get the 21))
(11) Evanthe: Init [1d20+4] -> [19,4] = (23)
(12) Tanja: ((gee, thanks dice))

(5) Seara: [1d20+3] -> [1,3] = (4)
(9) Mikhal: ((my init always sucks
(5) Seara: ((wow xD))
(5) Seara: ((better than mine!))
(12) Tanja: ((still want me to try? >.> ))

(6) Locke: [1d20+1] -> [10,1] = (11)
(11) Evanthe: ((unless you want to wait for the fight to be over))
(11) Evanthe: ((it's cool either way, I think))
(12) Tanja: ((it'll still be there after the fight))
(12) Tanja: ((not like i wanna go charging after Alain with guys behind us too))