Server started; please wait for map to
refresh.
Keenan has connected.
Boretos has connected.
Brian:
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I would rather talk to the two of you
together
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Brian:
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I'm not really sure how to keep Goblin
V going conviningly without Chris, given that he's in the story in
the flesh now, but I'm open to ideas
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Keenan:
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hopefully he'll be on soon, chris was
the cleric right?
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Keenan:
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well if you know his absic character,
you can just npc him for a bit unless theres a really important
character moment for him soon.
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Boretos:
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I don't think npcing him is a good
idea.
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Keenan:
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that or theres always the pitfall into
unconsciousness idea
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Brian:
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Ehh..... that feels... cheap...
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Keenan:
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yeah, we could have the gang around
here try to poison us but only manage to poison him with something
that knocks him out maybe?
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Brian:
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Well that's the same thing. I feel
like I would rather delay a convincing plot than find a
contrivence that matches reality...
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Keenan:
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ok, so we'll just wait for him then?
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Boretos:
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My idea was to have a little flashback
to our trip and to a little character building.
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Brian:
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Ok, given that you had an averageish
trip given the setting, what moment do you want to go back to? I
will play any NPC needed
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Boretos:
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How long does it take to go between
the capital and the village?
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Brian:
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To this location, only three days time.
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Keenan:
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im thinking adam is talking about our
trip with his and my character
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Boretos:
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yeah. session one.
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Brian:
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That was about a week's time each way
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Boretos:
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that would be plenty of time to
squeeze in a bit of diversion, no?
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Brian:
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that's the spirit!
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Brian:
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Give me one second of artist thinking
time!
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Boretos:
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take all the time you need.
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Brian:
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meanwhile, put your tokens on one of
the villages and tell me the corrdinates
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Boretos is disconnected.
Boretos has connected.
Boretos:
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don't you have the campaign file?
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Brian:
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do you not see it right now?
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Boretos:
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oh wait. I'm retarded.
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Boretos:
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where's my token going?
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Keenan:
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wait see what right now?
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Brian:
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with a bunch of stuff
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Boretos:
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the one uncreatively titled "grassland"
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Keenan:
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well yeah was already seeing that for
a while
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Boretos:
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oh sorrry "overmap"
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Keenan:
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ok, thats just the one we've been n
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Keenan:
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i thought you meant we were switching
to something different
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Brian:
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that's where you left off
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Keenan:
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wait, where is where we left off, what
portion of the map is the village we went too at?
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Brian:
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if you really need it
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Keenan:
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do we really need to move tokens
anywhere though? cant we just talk?
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Brian:
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The first village you went to was a
little south or it
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Brian:
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Hey, if you guys have an RP you want
to do, I'm happy to follow along
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Brian:
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I assumed you wanted me to lead this
dance
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Keenan:
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i thought we were just going to do a
flashback to some random converstation on the way
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Keenan:
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maybe? im not ure exactly
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Boretos:
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there will be action mixed in, keenan.
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Brian:
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yeah, I'm just hunting your tokens
down and putting yo' bitch asses somewhere...
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Boretos:
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you could use the map explorer.
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Keenan:
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or just click on the token in players
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Brian:
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that's how I explore
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Keenan:
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whats map explorer?
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Keenan:
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a window of what program?
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Keenan:
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or am i misunderstanding
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Boretos:
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you alright today, keenan?
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Keenan:
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yeah, just not sure what you mean, if
its just another window of map tool, then why call it map explorer?
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Brian:
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Ok, ready when you are...
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Boretos:
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Do you see the File Edit Map View Tool
Window Help bar?
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Boretos:
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emphasis on the WINDOW
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Keenan:
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oh, its just that thing
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Boretos:
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you're killing me, smalls.
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20-4 => 9 - 4 = 5
* Keenan rolls: d20+2 => 13 + 2 = 15
Brian:
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You give in to Keenan's animal
attraction.
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Boretos:
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More likely I fail to resist the urge
to headdesk.
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Brian:
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This is MY sex fantasy, my rules!
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Brian:
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again, I'm as ready as I'll ever be
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Brian:
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You are on your return from your
pretty borning trip to that village, when you visit this village
in the urban area of Damriel midway back.
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Brian:
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You hear rumors about a fortune teller
here, and one of you two decides to at least check it out.
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Brian:
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The dominant faiths don't ban this
stuff
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Sir Hastings:
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Oh, this sounds excellent!
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Keenan:
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theres no way it'll be me
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Human:
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I'll tell ya, sheessss....
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Human:
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Shess the best
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Human:
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Tell yer fortune.
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Sir Hastings:
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Whereabout is this seer, my good man?
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Human:
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Just in there.
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* Keenan rolls: d20+6 => 18 + 6 = 24
Brian:
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He seems... sincere, but at the same
time he seems drunk
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+9 => 15 + 9 = 24
Keenan:
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ok, was thinking it was a trap
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Brian:
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he's pointing to the door to the lower
left BTW
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Sir Hastings:
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I thank you for your wisdom. Good
health to you.
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Human:
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I love you.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Well I suppose a bit a entertainment
wouldnt be a bad thing
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Sir Hastings:
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Hah hah hah!
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Soveliss Sindel:
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oh, ok then
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Sir Hastings:
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Did you want to go first?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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how about you first friend
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Sir Hastings:
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If you insist!
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Sir Hastings:
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Hello?
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Brian:
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As you enter, you notice the smell of
incense in the room.
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Brian:
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A woman stands in the corner, chewing
on some jerky, while an older man sits cross-legged in the corner
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Sir Hastings:
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Mm... Is that lavander?
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Hmm, you are a wise one...
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Brian:
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she walks up, and hands you a candle
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Take one, just for being such a
cleaver man...
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Sir Hastings:
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I have been around a time two, milady.
(I take the candle with a bow)
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Sir Hastings: (( the japanese kind of bow. not
the stage kind. ))
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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So, what brings you here? I rarely see
knights...
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Soveliss Sindel:
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We're just traveling at the moment
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Sir Hastings:
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Yes, and we heard tell of a mystical
seer in town. I would be a fool to not jump at the chance.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Yep, a fool.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Indeed you would be.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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As you may know, fortune telling is a
complicated art. To hone down what you need from me, first I need
to know what is troubling you today, my lord.
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Keenan:
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im not sure anythign troubles you
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Sir Hastings:
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Today? Why I'm not a man with a worry
in the world!
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+1 => 20 + 1 = 21
Keenan:
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what is that roll for?
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Such... a truely happy man.
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Sir Hastings: (( bluff ))
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Then why did you come in here?
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Sir Hastings:
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In my travels, I have met many peoples
and encountered many customs. I would like to experience more.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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You think I'm some kind of local
superstition?
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Brian:
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She glares at you with disgust
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Sir Hastings:
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Not one bit, my lady! I respect your
work deeply.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Then you need to trust me.
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Sir Hastings:
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I am yours to command.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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You are a brave knight, but you hide
dark secrets. Here, drink this...
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Brian:
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she hands you a coconut full some some
fluid
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Sir Hastings: (( I take and drink. ))
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Uh, Sir Hastings, i don't believe it
would be a good idea to drink this
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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3 silvers.
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Sir Hastings: (( I fish out the coin too. ))
Sir Hastings: (( that will mean I give the other
guy 3 less silver. ))
Keenan:
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i just sigh and keep watching
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Brian:
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You feel no effects, although the
drink is sour
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Sir Hastings:
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Hm. Tart.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Now tell me, did you always want to be
a knight?
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Sir Hastings:
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I suppose I did. Since I was a boy.
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Sir Hastings:
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What young boy doesn't dream of
crossing blades with the enemy?
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Many young boys dream of a nice simple
life, with no danger.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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And ladies and fortune.
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+5 => 12 + 5 = 17
* Keenan rolls: d20+7 => 2 + 7 = 9
Brian:
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Hastings, you notice that the old man,
once sitting in his own world, is now actively watching you.
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Sir Hastings: (( chilling. ))
Keenan:
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do you respond to what the lady said?
or is she still talking?
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Sir Hastings: (( I listen. ))
Brian:
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no, her statement stands
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Sir Hastings: (( I do nod, though ))
Brian:
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but you can not respond if you so
desire
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Keenan:
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seems like thats what hes doing with
just nodding along
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Keenan:
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might want to continue brian
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Brian:
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Keenan, do not doubt my skill...
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Have you never doubted your path,
young knight?
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Sir Hastings:
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The road to knighthood is difficult.
Among many other things, it takes patience. Youth and patience
don't mix often.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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You feel your youth was stolen?
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 3 + 3 = 6
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Sir Hastings:
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Aye. There was much laughter I missed
out on as I grew.
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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And now you want to know if you will
ever get a chance to get it back.
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 2 + 3 = 5
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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To play as a child. to experience
youthful love?
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Sir Hastings:
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It... would be nice, yes.
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Old Man:
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Excuse me.
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Old Man:
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Are you from a knightly order?
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Sir Hastings:
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The Order of Blood! Proudly.
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Old Man:
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And you are here with a heritic?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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What?
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Sir Hastings:
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A heretic? He certainly doesn't seem
like the religious type, but I don't know about heretic.
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Brian:
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both of you make a listen check
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+2 => 11 + 2 = 13
* Keenan rolls: d20+7 => 17 + 7 = 24
Sir Hastings: (( yeah... PM time. ))
Brian:
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the old man pushes past Soveless, and
seems to give him a look as he walks out.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Well... that was odd
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Sir Hastings: (( I raise an eyebrow to the lady.
))
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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I... don't know what's going on.
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Sir Hastings: (( I bite my tongue. ))
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Please, just get out. You don't need
my service
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Sir Hastings:
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I'm sorry?
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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He's... just get out!
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Soveliss Sindel:
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COuld we perhavps get the 3 silver
back?
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Brian:
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make either a diplo or indimidate check
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* Keenan rolls: d20+9 => 19 + 9 = 28
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Elf Fortune Teller:
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Fine! Just take it!
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Brian:
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she tosses 5sp at you
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Sir Hastings: (( I toss 3 sp back at her. ))
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Well, that certainly was unexpected
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
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atleast you got refunded your 3 silver
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Sir Hastings: (( Indeed. I can't say I'm not
disappointed. ))
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Sir Hastings:
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Indeed. I can't say I'm not
disappointed.
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Sir Hastings:
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I suppose you won't be getting yours
read.
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Keenan. has connected.
Brian:
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You guys take any actions from here?
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Keenan.:
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wonder hwy i dced
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Keenan is disconnected.
Keenan.:
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did you guys see my last message about
reading?
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Sir Hastings: (( no ))
Keenan.:
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I dont think I could anymore if i
wanted to, I don't think she would enjoy seeing either of our
faces again soon, for whatever reason.
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Keenan.:
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I suppose I might return to the inn
and read some.
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Keenan.:
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except soveliss said those
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Keenan.:
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after adam ssaid "i suppose you wont
be getting your's read
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Keenan.:
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did i miss anything?
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Sir Hastings: (( no ))
Brian:
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So do you just go back to the inn and
read?
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Sir Hastings:
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Very well, I suppose we should check
in.
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Keenan.:
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I get supper at some point too
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Sir Hastings:
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What is it you're reading, anyway?
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Keenan.:
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assuming this is later in afternoon
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Just a novel detailing the changes in
painting methods and some of the best examples of them over the
last 100 years
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I enjoy reading of the arts
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Sir Hastings:
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Really? It actually has paintings
included?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Ah, sorry, to make minatrures of such
pieces of art in these books would be far too expensive, no, these
just describe them and where they currently are, sadly unless you
get the opprotunity to see them yourself, you often have to
imagine them in your head based on other works. I have heard that
a art gallery is being made in the city though for those nobles
who do not have large collections for themselves to enjoy though,
which is rather nice.
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Sir Hastings:
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I hadn't heard of such construction. I
will have to stop by when it is completed. Perhaps I will see you
there?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I imagine there will be a fair chance
at that, especially in it's opening days.
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Inkeep:
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Aye, whatcha need?
|
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Child:
|
Hello, is the knight here?
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Keenan.:
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does the food look at all appetizing
here?
|
Brian:
|
I will totally delay this scene if you
had more to do
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Sir Hastings: (( does this kid actually look just
like keenan? ))
Brian:
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I just don't have many tokens
|
Sir Hastings: (( is it a boy or girl? ))
Keenan.:
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im now imagining a mini soveliss
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Tokens dropped onto map 'Overmap' by player Boretos (Player)
Keenan.:
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i just find that image hilarious
|
Sir Hastings: (( What sort of knight is it you're
looking for, little lady? ))
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Sir Hastings:
|
What sort of knight is it you're
looking for, little lady?
|
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Child:
|
Well, did you look for the fortune
teller?
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Brian:
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you are in armor still...
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Keenan.:
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oh, thats a better image
|
Sir Hastings: (( yeah, but there could be more
than one knight here. ))
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Sir Hastings:
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I did. I don't suppose she sent you,
did she?
|
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Child:
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What? No!
|
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Child:
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I don't stay near those people.
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
Why is that?
|
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Child:
|
Well, they, uhh...
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Brian:
|
She seems to regret starting this
conversation
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
Speak child, you are in no danger here.
|
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Sir Hastings:
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They don't eat little girls, do they?
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Child:
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No but... the curse.
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Keenan.:
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i raise an eyebrow
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Sir Hastings:
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What curse?
|
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Inkeep:
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Young lady, we have reputible
customers in here. Do not bring up this rubbish.
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Child:
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Sorry
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Sir Hastings:
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You know what she speaks of?
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Inkeep:
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It's superstision
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Sir Hastings:
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Humor me, then. How goes the tale?
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Keenan.:
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i just nod as that makes sence
|
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Child:
|
The goblin blight. You know of it,
right?
|
Sir Hastings: (( do I? ))
Brian:
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You know vaguely about it
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Keenan.:
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assuming its just people turning into
goblins, i assume everyone does
|
Brian:
|
You know that before Glistar, people
turned into goblins and it started long ago when a wave of them
came in from parts unknown.
|
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Sir Hastings:
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I know bits and pieces. What of it?
|
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Child:
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Well they say... the immoral sinners
were those who turned. And you went to her.
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Sir Hastings:
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Does that make me an immoral sinner?
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Child:
|
Well, the preacher doesn't think much
of her.
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Child:
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I'm sorry. This is none of my buisness.
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
Hah hah! Who dared teach a thing as
young as you manners?
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Child:
|
I... I'm a young lady.
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Sir Hastings:
|
Oh, right you are, my lady. Right you
are. (I bow deeply) Forgive my impudence.
|
Brian:
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She looks around nervusly
|
Brian:
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unsure if it's a good time to leave
and avoid trouble
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
Was there anything else I could do for
you, young lady? You seemed quite eager to find me.
|
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Child:
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No, I'm sorry. I'm stupid.
|
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Inkeep:
|
Good, now get out. You are scaring the
customers.
|
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Sir Hastings:
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Let me walk you home, my lady.
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Child:
|
Uhh, ok
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Sir Hastings:
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We wouldn't want the goblins to
getcha. Hah hah hah!
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Brian:
|
Ok, so you walk her home?
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
I suppose I'll just stay here then,
what do yuo serve?
|
Keenan.:
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the second part was to the inkeep
|
Sir Hastings: (( yeah. and glean directions the
preacher. ))
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Inkeep:
|
Well my wife made this mincemeat pie...
|
Brian:
|
meanwhile, you take the girl home. It
seems to be a normal house. Do you do anything once there?
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
If thats on the menu, then thats
sounds good for me.
|
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Inkeep:
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6 copper for a slice
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Keenan.:
|
is that really high?
|
Keenan.:
|
i suppose meat is fairly expensive, so
not really
|
Brian:
|
That's pretty much negligable for a
man of your standing
|
Brian:
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slightly high for a meat dish though
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
Very well then(then i just ahdn him
the coin, eat, and head back to my room, unless i ehar soemthing
interesting in the bar)
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Sir Hastings:
|
Looks like we made it in one piece. It
was a pleasure meeting you, my lady. You will grow into a fine
woman. It doesn't take a fortune teller to know that.
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Brian:
|
There's really noone at the bar
tonight.
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
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k
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Child:
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Thanks sir!
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Inkeep:
|
So sorry about that...
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Sir Hastings:
|
No trouble at all. If there is evil
afoot it's my duty as a knight of the Order of Blood to see it
vanquished.
|
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Inkeep:
|
What, exactly, is this order of blood?
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
We are an organization of the nation's
greatest warriors dedicated to the singular purpose of eradicating
evil wherever it lies. If there is any truth to this curse, I
would be remiss to ignore it.
|
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Inkeep:
|
What curse? That immoral elves are
going to turn into monsters when the plot demands it?
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
What is it that's so immoral about
these elves? Their fortune telling?
|
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Inkeep:
|
Well, some people don't think fortune
tellers are good people.
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Inkeep:
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They, consort with evil sprits or
something.
|
Keenan.:
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brb, you can keep going without me
unless you need me
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Inkeep:
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But I'm sure you didn't, and elves are
immune anyway.
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Sir Hastings:
|
Are you saying that any regular folk
that visit them end up as goblins?
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Inkeep:
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I
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Inkeep:
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I've never seen it once in my life.
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Sir Hastings:
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Has anyone else?
|
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Inkeep:
|
Well, there was the last time. When
the king came to the throne and the cult of Nerull made a mess of
things...
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Sir Hastings: (( is this something I would've
heard about? ))
Brian:
|
Yeah, some goblins showed up like 20
some years ago, but it wasn't a big deal
|
Brian:
|
you never heard the church of Nerull
did it though...
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Sir Hastings:
|
You said the followers of Nerull were
responsible?
|
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Inkeep:
|
Well it was the last thing they did
before they left. It only makes sense.
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
And I suppose the elves are the most
evil thing that has come to town since then. Is that right?
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Inkeep:
|
What? No!
|
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Inkeep:
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The elves brought order to the sects!
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
Easy. I meant the fortune telling ones.
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Inkeep:
|
Honestly, I think they are harmless.
They give people a drug juice or something and say vague things
and pretend they see the future.
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Inkeep:
|
Who cares?
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
I only got as far as them saying vague
things before the old man got up and ran out the door.
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Inkeep:
|
Well, I'm sure he was on Bruneberry
juice. What did you expect?
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
I guess the preacher doesn't think
they're harmless.
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Inkeep:
|
Well that's preachers for ya. Me? I
deal with what's in front of me.
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Inkeep:
|
Anything you want to eat?
|
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Sir Hastings:
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Serve me up whatever's hot.
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Sir Hastings:
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Please.
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Inkeep:
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Well I do got this mincemeat pie...
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Brian:
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You get it for free
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Sir Hastings:
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:O
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Sir Hastings:
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Smells delicious.
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Brian:
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altough the room for the night still
costs you a negligable fee
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Brian:
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You guys do anything else this evening?
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Sir Hastings: (( No. I don't think so. ))
Brian:
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Alright. Then do you do anthing else
out of the ordinary before you merge with the main plot again?
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Brian:
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Otherwise I might just give you two
your evening back
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Sir Hastings:
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I might do a bit of RPing with keenan,
but he ain't back yet.
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Sir Hastings: (( oh hi ))
Keenan.:
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would ahve said but it would have
interupted
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Sir Hastings:
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So what is it you do, Mr. Sindel?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Largely I just do odd jobs for those
higher up in the heirarchy, I'm not exactly some powerful noble so
it helps to always get your name out there with those who are, and
its nice to be trusted by them.
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Sir Hastings:
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odd jobs? So you don't have a trade or
skill?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I'm often just good at getting around,
and im just someone they happen to trust whose not too busy, so
they have me deliver messages and similar things.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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nothing too important, but its a job
that I'm glad to do.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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everyone in society has to play their
part after all, someone who just sits doing nothing thier whole
life doesnt deserve to be a part of it.
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Sir Hastings:
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Is this the first time you've required
an escort?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Yes, normally i just stay within or
near the capital, this job requires a fair bit more travel then
most, which is why I assume the lady requested for you to join me,
but with how it's been so far, it doesnt seem like there was much
need, though i do hope it'll stay that way.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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After all, i would want to be in a
situation where i would need a great knight like you to protect me
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Sir Hastings:
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Oh, "great" may be a bit of an
exaggeration., but I'm always happy to serve.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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You defintely have the temperment of a
great knight, I have seen few more noble then you.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Tell me, have you had any great
adventures or battles in your career yet? I've always wondered
what a knights life would have been like?, well, besides all the
training that i suppose takes up most of it
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Sir Hastings:
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Nothing extaordinary. These days I
spend most of my time at my station and train my squire. In my
youth, I did meet many people and learn a thing or two from them.
Battle is not the chief responsibility of a knight in my opinion.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I suppose so, especially in relatively
peaceful times such as these.
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Keenan.:
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by the way how old does your gu look
around
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Sir Hastings: (( his thirties. ))
Keenan.:
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so like 60s or 70s i guess as an elf
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Sir Hastings: (( I totally forgot I was an elf.
haha ))
Brian:
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Elves live to like 500 max in this
setting if that makes a differnce
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Keenan.:
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wait, i thought it was like 200 max?
that they only lived like twice as log
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Brian:
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I... I forget what I said before...
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Keenan.:
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you said they aged twice as slow i
think
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Sir Hastings: (( I'm slightly below middle aged,
whatever it is. ))
Keenan.:
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and that half-orcs aged around twice
as fast, or a bit slower then that
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Keenan.:
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thats probably like 70-75
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Brian:
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Fine, let's go with that
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Keenan.:
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how late is it around?
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Keenan.:
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i assume like 7-8
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Brian:
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The border between afternoon and
evening
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Brian:
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a good time to get to bed for those
who need to rise early
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Keenan.:
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i assumed what we just ate was supper
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Keenan.:
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i think i misunderstood what you meant
by border between afternoon and evening
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Keenan.:
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i guess we go to bed then, after i
read for a bit more
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Sir Hastings: (( it's whatever time you need it
to be ))
Brian:
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that too. Waiting is a thing
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Sir Hastings: (( I'll polish my gear before
turning in. ))
Brian:
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understood. Is anyone else doing
something special in the morning or afterwards?
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Sir Hastings: (( nope. ))
Brian:
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Alright, then I might just let you go
for the evening. I'm reluctant to poke the bear much further while
we have timelines to maintain.
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Keenan.:
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ok, wonder why chris never showed
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Boretos:
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cuz he's a loser.
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Boretos:
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spread the word.
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Keenan.:
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it all makes sence now
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Keenan.:
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I understand everything
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Keenan.:
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anyway, see you guys later
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Brian:
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I haven't been tracking xp this whole
game.
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Brian:
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You certainly don't level
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Keenan.:
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oh well, my high but slim hopes have
been dashed
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Keenan.:
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will i ever reach the coveted level 4,
only time will tell
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Boretos:
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you really led that fortune telling to
be something cool.
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Brian:
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I am one the fence about doing a
campaign with real xp tracking...
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Brian:
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The fortune telling was supposed to be
cool, but it didn't end up going anywhere, because you didn't have
any questions.
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Brian:
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I can only do so much in monolouge
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Boretos:
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I did have one question.
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Boretos:
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mainly "what's my future"
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Brian:
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Yeah, I probably should have done that
speech. But that old man was actually important.
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Brian:
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80% sure it will come up again.
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Keenan.:
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and i am still utterly clueless as to
what that was about
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Boretos:
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time will tell, i guess.
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Brian:
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You have your clues...
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Brian:
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This isn't Goblin IV. Things are a
little more subtle this time.
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Keenan.:
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yeah, I got that, anyway, I guess see
you guys later:). hoepfully next time with chris
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Keenan. is disconnected.
You have disconnected.