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Chris has connected.
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Chris:
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Back to Prison, I presume?
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DM:
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note that I have already done the 3hp
of healing from your head wound
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Chris:
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i noticed; thank you
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DM:
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problem with a divine-free society.
Natural healing
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Chris:
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unless you happen to find a bard lol
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Chris:
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they tend not to be in government
service though, methinks
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DM:
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right, bards are the only healers in
the new imperium...
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DM:
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no you don't. They can get annoying
when you want then to actually get shit done.
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Chris:
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they're still pretty heavy on the
insanity-fueled awesome, though
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Chris:
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What about Zac? I mean, there's no
reason to drag him in 'til Adam shows, but...
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DM:
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he had previous arrangements, so he
couldn't come to this. This shall only be a partial session
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DM:
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Given that this campain is a little
bigger than the others, we will need to squeeze in what gameplay
we can when we can
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Chris:
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is it just me, or have the campaigns
been getting bigger?
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DM:
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God, I feel sorry for anyone reading
this transcript right now...
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DM:
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"WHERE DO THEY START PLAYING?"
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DM:
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but in responce to your question, have
they?
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DM:
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ELWOB I was a one-session
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DM:
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ELWOB II was a three session
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DM:
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ELWOB III and ELWOB IV were one session
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DM:
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And it sounds like ELWOB V was one
session
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Chris:
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then there's this, which looks like
it's going to clock in at three
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Chris:
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and then there's mine, which will
definitely be at least two
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DM:
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I think this one (It's kind of booked
at ELWOB VI now, it's not like it's racing another game) will be
more than 3
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DM:
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I hope for about 6, not including solos
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Chris:
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minicampaign in a microcampaign series
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DM:
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I think Wesley's plan is to migrate to
real campaigns once things get rolling
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Chris:
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the ball's taking forever to get
rolling though, due to LOADS AND LOADS of races
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DM:
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I said from the start this setting was
too big...
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DM:
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I'm gonna be AFK. If Adam shows, call
me
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Adam has connected.
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DM:
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so, when I said "call me"...
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DM:
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I meant, ya know, call me
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Chris:
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yes, note what i said on skype, and
that your phone proably rang about 20 seconds ago
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DM:
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it didn't. But it don't matter none now
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DM:
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Adam, we are on the "prision" map
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DM:
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put your token in one of the 10x10
rooms
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DM:
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And now, let us begin....
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DM:
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After a day in jail, the two of you
are let out of your cells to a small lobby room
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Ordos:
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Come along.
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Officer Septum:
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Mr. Stendatem, I see.
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Officer Septum:
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Have you slept well?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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*silence*
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Officer Septum:
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Interesting.
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Officer Septum:
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I think you will be glad to hear this,
however, so try to wake up. We have decided to release the two of
you, with no charges.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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*inquisitive yet doubting look*
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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yet skeptical*
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Officer Septum:
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You were investigating an important
matter, were you not?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Aye.
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Officer Septum:
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The warehouse was in fact owned by
this inspector after all. The death of the police officer was
unfortunate, but we cannot do anything about that now, can we?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Aye.
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Officer Septum:
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Then why are you so afraid of me?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I'm not.
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Officer Septum:
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Then go. Return to your lives.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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*nods*
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I assume my gear is returned?)
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DM:
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Do you return to your home?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(might as well)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(my wife could use some medical
attention from our nurse)
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DM:
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She has already received the best care
a society without clerics can provide
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DM:
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healing at 3hp/day is the best that
can be done
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(oh, good.)
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DM:
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Also, you level up Adam
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(woot)
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Chris:
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actually, i think you can heal 2/level
with bedrest and constant attention, but that's kind of a hindrance
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Chris:
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i.e. COMPLETE dedication to regenning
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DM:
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You return to your home, located by a
small lake right outside the capital. Your vacation plans may have
been ruined, but this home is nice enough to compensate, given you
still have time off from work and arcane studies...
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DM:
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The house seems as you left it...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Home at last.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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What shall we do?
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Constance Stendatem:
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...
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Sextus:
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Master Stendatem! [annotation: sextus is their butler]
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Sextus:
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You are home early by several days.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Yes. I had figured you would have gone
home in the mean time.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Good to see you regardless.
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Sextus:
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I had been making an attempt to tidy
the villa while you were away. It is much easier to clean while no
one is making more of a mess.
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Sextus:
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No offence...
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Constance Stendatem:
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(Adam stepped out)
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Constance Stendatem:
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Life is messy.
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DM:
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get out of character, damnit
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(back, sorry.)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, we've ran into a bit of a speed
bump with our vacation plans, so it looks like we'll be
vacationing at home.
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Sextus:
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Very well. I would say make yourselves
at home, but I suppose that would be pointless to say...
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DM:
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do you do anything else today?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(not of note, probably just study or
whatever)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I take a long bath and get my
equipment cleaned while I go for a horse ride.)
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DM:
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and how long do you ride?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(Into the afternoon. About 6PM)
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DM:
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Constance is in the sunroom that
afternoon, when somthing strange happens...
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* Chris rolls: 1d20+3 => 3 + 3 = 6
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Constance Stendatem:
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(fuck)
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DM:
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You see a mass of worms on the outside
door of the master bedroom.
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DM:
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They just seem, stuck there...
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Constance Stendatem:
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What the shit?!
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Constance Stendatem:
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(right. i have a feeling they're not
just worms, so i think i'll refrain from zapping them)
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Constance Stendatem:
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Er. You may want to leave. There's
something... odd... on the outside of the house.
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Sextus:
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Madam?
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Constance Stendatem:
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You probably don't want to know. But
I'd recommend against going into the master bedroom.
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Sextus:
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Very well...
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Constance Stendatem:
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(back to worm watching)
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DM:
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Do you just watch them?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(wait. do we happen to have a
telegraph?)
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DM:
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yes. It connects to an operator in the
city.
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Constance Stendatem:
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(then I'll need him to connect me to
the Ordos)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(or pass a message, either or)
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DM:
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the telegraph is in Ignatious' study
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Constance Stendatem:
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(are the worms on this side too?)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(gah, have no way to detect magic)
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telegraph:
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Ordos Manaustra. State Buisness.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Ordos Member Constance Stendatem
reporting. Mass of worms has appeared on side of house, suspected
daemonic in origin. Recommended course of action?
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DM:
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you do realize that will take like ten
min. to type, right?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Suspected demon worms on house. Do
what?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(does she really suck at morse?)
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DM:
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she isn't a telegraph operator, and
that was alot of characters. 10 min. may be a bit too much, but it
would take a while.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(A proficient morse code operator can
send a message faster than a proficient text messager, just to
give you some perspective.)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(yeah. I can find you the youtube
video if you want.)
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telegraph:
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Await dispatch.
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* Chris rolls: 1d20+3 => 19 + 3 = 22
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DM:
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you see a few of the worms file into
the filing cabnet
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Constance Stendatem:
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(I know I'm going to regret this. I
open it to see what they're after.)
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DM:
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this shelf contains nothing but a
small black chest
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Constance Stendatem:
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Huh. -take chest-
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DM:
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it is of medium weight
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Chris:
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locked, I presume?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(let's see what's inside)
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DM:
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the box is dusty, as if unused in some
time. It contains a photograph of a family you don't recognise, a
little toy soldier, and a book.
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Constance Stendatem:
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(book's probably what I want. I put
the photo in its pages, pocket the soldier, and leave the room.)
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DM:
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do you pocket the book?
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DM:
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do you return the chest?
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Constance Stendatem:
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(oh. doy. yes. I drop the chest to
save time and weight.)
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DM:
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At this point, Ignatious returns
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DM:
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yes, that is supposed to be a bathroom
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(thought so.)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(Does it not have a bath?)
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DM:
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It has one, just forgot to make it
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(okay)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I turn on the water)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(While I wait for the bath to fill, I
head to the kitchen.)
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Constance Stendatem:
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Ah. Hi.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Hello. What's for dinner?
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Constance Stendatem:
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So many remarks come to mind, I don't
even know which to use. There are daemon worms on the bedroom
walls.
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Christopher has connected.
Adam 2 has connected.
Chris is disconnected.
Adam is disconnected.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Did you call the authorities?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Yes. They're on their way.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Right. We'd best get out with all due
haste.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Sextus!
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Sextus:
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Yes?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Is my equipment clean yet?
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Sextus:
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I am afraid not, sir.
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Sextus:
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I had assumed you were not going out
again in short time
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Constance Stendatem:
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(have the worms spread at all?)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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It looks like the daemons have other
plans.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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What you've got done will have to do.
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Constance Stendatem:
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OHHH, WHERE DID THEY GO?!
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Sextus:
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It is in the closet as always...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Help me put it on.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(is this the closet?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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)
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DM:
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as you apporach the bed, you see
somthing on it...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I grab the lettter, and stuffit into
one of the pouches of my armor.)
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DM:
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Sextus helps you dawn your armor
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(is it considered donned hastily?)
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DM:
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do you want it to be?
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Christopher:
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you'd want to
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Christopher:
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fully takes 1d4+1 minutes iirc
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(and hastily?)
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Christopher:
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nope, four minutes
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Christopher:
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donned hastily with help is 2
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I do.)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(to the stables.)
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Christopher:
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(I chack the box real quick. Any
worms?)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(odd. I follow)
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Officer Septum:
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What is the situation?
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Constance Stendatem:
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That was fast. There was a swarm of
worms all over the outside of the master bedroom, but they seem to
be gone now...
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Officer Septum:
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Let's check the area, just in case
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Officer Septum:
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Men, lets check the outside first
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I read the letter in the mean time.
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Constance Stendatem:
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They were after the contents of a
black box.
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Constance Stendatem:
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(I produce its contents)
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DM:
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The letter is a love note. It begins
with "To my beloved Constance," but that is as far as you get
before being interrupted.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Hm...
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Chris has connected.
Adam has connected.
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Constance Stendatem:
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What's that?
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Adam 2 is disconnected.
Christopher is disconnected.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Relics of an age long forgotten.
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Constance Stendatem:
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I meant what you have in your hand.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Oh, this?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I'll tell you once I finish reading it.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(I continue reading..)
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DM:
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It is quite the love note. The man
writing claims to be writing from the front line, and his prose
(as well as the wrinkles in the paper) would support this. He
writes of his unending love for constance, and that he intends to
make good on his promise to marry her when he returns from the
front. It is from someone named "Kinal"
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Constance, do you know anyone named
Kinal?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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( check the date of the letter too)
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Constance Stendatem:
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Kinal... was my ex-husband. He's...
MIA.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(appraise check)
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Constance Stendatem:
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For years, if you see what I'm saying.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I see.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(would an appraise check help
determine the age of the letter?)
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+10 => 20 + 10 = 30
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(bollin)
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Constance Stendatem:
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(you would)
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DM:
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It does seem old... the ink is faded
and the paper has grown soft.
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DM:
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Still is odd you never heard of this
man before
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Constance Stendatem:
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He died chasing daemons. It seems
we've both hidden things from one another.
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Sextus:
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Look at that! Something over there do
go... walk to...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, it seems one of his letters may
have gotten lost in the post.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Here. (hands letter)
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I'll take those things from you, if
you don't mind.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Only if you explain what they are. Who
are the people in this photograph?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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My family.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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From when I was a boy.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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As was the soldier.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Odd I've never heard about them. What
happened to them?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Well, a child grows up and begins his
own life, I suppose. After my father died, I didn't have much to
keep me in touch with them.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Ah. I... am sorry. Here are your
things.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I am grateful.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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and if you wouldn't mind helping me to
fix my armor, while we wait for the fuzz to get back, I would
appreciate it. It's pinching me in places that I'd rather it
didn't.
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Constance Stendatem:
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Very well.
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Constance Stendatem:
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You should know... (whispers into ear)
the Ordos detected daemon magic on you and the inspector.
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Constance Stendatem:
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(whisper) That's why they let us go.
They want to figure out what was behind it.
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Officer Septum:
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Evening.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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(silence)
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Constance Stendatem:
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Anything?
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Officer Septum:
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We found some slime on the door, but
that's all. No magic traces, nothing.
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Officer Septum:
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You did the right thing, calling us.
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Officer Septum:
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Contact us again if it reappears, but
we can't do anything about somthing we can't find.
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Constance Stendatem:
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I thought you could detect even the
faintest traces?
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Constance Stendatem:
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Do you mean to say this wasn't a
daemon?
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Officer Septum:
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Well, whatever it was, it wasn't
casting spells. What made you think the worms were daemonic?
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Constance Stendatem:
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That they appeared from nowhere, and
WORMS DO NOT BEHAVE THAT WAY.
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Constance Stendatem:
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I suppose it could've been an
illusion, but that means we have an apostate about, and that still
would be a call to Ordos.
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Officer Septum:
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Either way, our only option is to keep
an eye out. Try contacting that inspector. He might figure
somthing out.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Perhaps you could station oone of your
men here in case they return?
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Officer Septum:
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*looks you in the eye and grins*
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Officer Septum:
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I suppose I can't turn down such an
offer.
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Officer Septum:
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Men, head on back.
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Officer Septum:
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I'll see just what trouble I can find
here...
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Officer Septum:
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Do you have a room for me?
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Sextus:
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There is my room. I could return to my
apartment.
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DM:
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I think this makes a pretty good
stopping point...
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DM:
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unless there is anything else you guys
want to do...
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Adam:
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I just want to say I'm pretty sure the
butler isn't innocent.
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Chris:
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he's up to SOMETHING...
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Next Chapter...