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The Stoning of Karlina
Posted: 16 Sep 2006 12:39 PM |
We see everything... no, really, we do.
The_Shadow captured this and decided to save it for posterity.
Read it all.
You guys really amaze us sometime.
- Paul
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I jumped in game cause I saw a big party in Naruths halls... turns out they were on their way out, so I didn’t get a chance to mess with them. but via the DM spy, I caught sight of some strange emotes from Karli and soon discovered that she had apparently tried to cast a spell in the plains, and it backfired and turned her into stone.
So this starts off from when I entered... Karli already stone, (all her text in parentheses is the thoughts going through her head while she is stuck) and Wilem had gone to swiftfoot hall to look for help (who knows where else he had tried already)
The Great Plains
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(I should have stayed in the Vale.. had some hot chocolate. Maybe soaked in the springs.)
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(If that dwarf touches me, I'm going to so put an arrow through his beardless face.)
Serai Aquesti: *slows in her paces, the faint grind of her wooden soles quieting on the loose pebbles beneath*
Karlina Goodfellow: *A lovely marble scuplture of Karli stands on the road, looking yon toward the bandit camp, seeming in the midst of casting something, her face caught in a perfect expression of surprise*
Serai Aquesti: hm...
Wilem Fuller: *rides up looking fairly exhausted, and as his eyes fall on the stone statue, his hopeful eyes turn to a scowl*
Wilem Fuller: *whistles* Oy there!
Karlina Goodfellow: ....
Serai Aquesti: excuse me?
Serai Aquesti: *pivoting on the road and taking a few strides towards the falmboyantly dressed man*
Wilem Fuller: *looks to the black-dressed woman as he gracelessly dismounts, his clothes looking slept in for a couple days at least* Yeah, you... you a mage, by chance?
Serai Aquesti: *she turns her head half way* no... no chance, sorry.
Serai Aquesti: why...
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*thoughts* Oh gods oh gods, my nose itches! SOmeone scratch my nose! SCRATCH MY NOSE!!)
Wilem Fuller: *motions to his left* Yeah, well... my minstrel companion here... well, she was doin' some sort of hocus-pocus, and... wouldn't ya know it... turned her into a bloody statue.
Serai Aquesti: i can see that... giving the solid Karli a quick once over*
Wilem Fuller: *nods matter-of-factly* Right.... so... *considers* umm... any thoughts?
Karlina Goodfellow: .....(It's moving! Now my cheek itches, ah GAWDS, why didn't I remember?!)
Serai Aquesti: several, yes *smiling wryly*
Wilem Fuller: *regards her skeptically* And?
Serai Aquesti: you'll defiantely need some form of mage-craft *nods*
Serai Aquesti: *looks between the two of them*
Karlina Goodfellow: ....(There had better not be anyone staring at me like this. Ah, crud, KUsin's going to tell everyone! Socially awkward much...)
Wilem Fuller: Well, yeah... figured that one out... is there a mage tower nearby? *glances back, considering* Maybe I could load her on Kusin's cart...
Wilem Fuller: *looks back hopefully* Could you gimme a hand?
Serai Aquesti: *her eyes widen slightly*
at this point I finnaly went to see what was happening in the plains
Serai Aquesti: move her? what for?
[Marlena] Karlina Goodfellow: ...(How long have I been like this? Hours? Days? Months?! )
[Ghannodahn] Wilem Fuller: *shrugs* Well, if a magey type comes here and tries to undo it... y'know... he could end up the same way.
[A_Shadow_from_the_Past] Serai Aquesti: *leans to the left, eyeing the statue*
Wilem Fuller: Then we'd have to rename it from the Great Plains to the Great Stone Garden, and it'd be a pain to change all the signs...
Serai Aquesti: ahhh, quite right. *slowly nodding*
Wilem Fuller: *nods matter-of-factly* Durned straight... so... y'know... for the sake of civil simplicity, or whatever.
Serai Aquesti: very well then... let's get her on the cart.
Wilem Fuller: *nods with a smile* Right!
Serai Aquesti: but...
Wilem Fuller: Hm? *glances to the right with bleary eyes*
Serai Aquesti: .. do be careful not to chip her
Karlina Goodfellow: ....(WHat if I just stay like this forever?! Can I die? Frappin' balls, I'm getting morbid now. OKay, Karli, okay! Wil's out there somewhere... he'll think of something. Or sell tickets to view me. One of the two.)
Wilem Fuller: *nods in agreement* Oh, totally! Y'know, I should prolly use my strength o' the ox scroll right 'bout now... *pulls it out of a pouch*
Serai Aquesti: or not...
Wilem Fuller: *looks up with a frown* Huh?
Serai Aquesti: *taps her stone shoulder with a finger nail. "tick tick"* best put that away.
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(Someone will put a plaque underneath my feet. "Here remains Karlina GOodfellow, the greatest actress slash songstress slash jewel model that ever lived! And lived. And lived. And lived...")
Wilem Fuller: *gives a scowl to the cleric on the ridge, who seems to be having a jolly old time of watching the debacle*
Wilem Fuller: Oh, right... *sheepish grin* Well... *points behind her* What if I... like... ran off into the forest and did it there?
Serai Aquesti: likely a better a idea.
Wilem Fuller: *nods with a wry grin* Right... be right back, then.
Serai Aquesti: hmm *gazing over the woman's face*
(The Great Plains - Fields of the Dead) Wilem Fuller: *takes a deep breath, looking around at the foreboding area* Right... magic seems in full force here... *mutters with a smirk*
Karlina Goodfellow: *looks perplexed and upset and granularly igneous*
(The Great Plains - Fields of the Dead) Wilem Fuller: ~Don't turn to stone... don't turn to stone...~
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(At least the itching is gone.)
Wilem Fuller: *strides back like the rooster of the walk* Right... all set!
Wilem Fuller: *stands behind her, and hooks his arms under her shoulders* So... we'll just lean her back, then?
Serai Aquesti: ready? *placing a hand on her shoulder, ready to ease her back on the man*
Serai Aquesti: *nods*
Wilem Fuller: *nods, brown eyes on Serai's* Go.
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Strength Check, Roll 1d20: 20 + Modifier: 2 = Total: 22<cÿÿÿ>
Serai Aquesti: *leans into it, easing her onto the man*
Serai Aquesti: you'll have to take as much of her weight as you can. too much on her feet could snap her in two.
Wilem Fuller: *catches her quite easily, taking a step back and letting out an exhale as he shoulders the weight* Yeah... well, what about carrying her by the hips?*
Serai Aquesti: *her slender arms try and support what she can, however awkward her postion*
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*mental sigh* I now officially hate this place....)
Wilem Fuller: *steps back slowly with her*
Karlina Goodfellow: *offers little resistance to the moving, surprise, surprise*
Wilem Fuller: *stumbles a bit, but catches himself* Mpph! *starts to sweat*
Wilem Fuller: Hmm... *glances behind, and sets his bum on the edge of the wagon* Right... *presses her above him as he scoots on his back towards the front of the covered wooden cart*
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*musically singing in her head* Oh Iiiiii'm... standing still as a statue... juuuuuust for the chance to be near you... )
Wilem Fuller: *smirks, unable to help himself as he looks into the petrified eyes of his companion* You're sooo stooned!!!
Wilem Fuller: *strength*
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Strength Check, Roll 1d20: 8 + Modifier: 2 = Total: 10<cÿÿÿ>
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*thoughts* I bet Wil's making stupid jokes about my being 'stoned'...)
Wilem Fuller: Oof! *lets out a 'gaak!' as the scroll wears off and the statues weight comes down on him*
Serai Aquesti: *looks up at the man's face from her bent over posture* you mind? *nodding to the cart*
Enter Fennigan
[cfsimmons] Fennigan: Hmm.
Fennigan: Who ordered the karli statue?
Serai Aquesti: *she adjusts her hands quickly under the woman's torso, suddenly taking on a lot more weight than previous*
Fennigan: *smiles to serai*
Wilem Fuller: *squeaking voice* Crra-- git... git... *coughs and takes in a sudden, sharp breath as Serai eases the burden on his chest and... other parts*
Serai Aquesti: *nods quickly to the hin* grab her feet, fen. push her up... carefully.
Karlina Goodfellow: ....(*Musical thoughts continue* Marble I'm just being silly... when I think..that you take meeee for granite....hee hee)
Wilem Fuller: *plants hands on the statue's shoulders and pushes slowly*
Wilem Fuller: *strength*
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Strength Check, Roll 1d20: 10 = Total: 10<cÿÿÿ>
Wilem Fuller: *doesn't help much*
Fennigan: Ok, first off.
Fennigan: What exactly is going on here?
Wilem Fuller: JUST GRAB HER DAMNED FEET, FENN!
Fennigan: *watches the two moving the statue*
Wilem Fuller: *snaps angrily as he grunts*
Fennigan: Who in their right mind would want a statue of karli, i meann she's nice enough, but come on.
Fennigan: here, this should help.
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(Ahhh! The itch is back! Gods! PLease! If you can hear me! Send someone or a bird or something to scratch my (*bleep*)ing nose!)
Fennigan: Well, maybe not.
Wilem Fuller: *grunts and eyes go wide* Don't!!
Fennigan: *lends wil a hand moving the statue*
Wilem Fuller: *scowls* That... ~grunt~ how she... ~pants~ got this way... ~grunt~ first place...
Fennigan: *strugles under the weight*
Wilem Fuller: *breathes easier with another set of arms*
Wilem Fuller: *strength*
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Strength Check, Roll 1d20: 16 = Total: 16<cÿÿÿ>
Wilem Fuller: (16)
Fennigan: How who got what way?
Wilem Fuller: *nods his head towards the statue meaningfully as she is righted*
Fennigan: *still doesn't seem to understand* Huh?
Wilem Fuller: ~Whew!~ Yeah, well... the magicy sh!# just goes batty down here.
Wilem Fuller: She tried to do some spell-thingy, and next thing you know... ~poof!~ she's a statue.
Fennigan: *suddenly dawning on him* You mean this IS karli?
Fennigan: *nearly lets go in shock*
Karlina Goodfellow: *seems caught in the middle of some arm waving and singing, but her face is pure comedy. Caught in surprise and confusion, Karli's beautiful face personified the expression "WTF?!"*
Serai Aquesti: *retracts her her hands quickly before they get pinned against the tail gate, and her stoney rear*
(The Great Plains) Wilem Fuller: *nods matter-of-factly, leaning back against the wagon, keeping a steadying hand on the statue as he pulls a twist of paper-wrapped herbs from behind his ear* Yup.
Fennigan: *pushes what little he can trying to help move the statue*
Wilem Fuller: No no!! It's good now.
Fennigan: *pants*
Wilem Fuller: (She's up in the wagon now)
[Amar Plek] Raven: *lands on Karli's head and pecks at her nose a few times, then flies off*
Serai Aquesti: *dusts off her hands*
Fennigan: You know, we could have just chipped her into easy to move bits and put them back together later.
Wilem Fuller: Just need to keep her steady, and get her back somewhere some wizard-y type can make her soft again.
Fennigan: Insted of trying to move the whole dang thing.
Wilem Fuller: *smirks at Fenn* What a great idea!
Serai Aquesti: *turns to the red tuft of hair*
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(Oh wow! The itch is gone! Thanks you, goddess! If that was you, I mean. Or maybe it was just... well. Either way.)
Fennigan: Umm, ok, now what?
Wilem Fuller: *holds out the smouldering joint to Serai* Thanks there, lass. Couldn't a done it without you. You down for the trip too?
Serai Aquesti: Fen, in your collection of scrolls, have you got one for this? *nodding back at the thing in the wagon*
Fennigan: Well, not exactly.
Serai Aquesti: *waves her head in polite decline*
Fennigan: I do have a harp that might help.
Fennigan: But we'll need to move her out of this wild magic zone.
Serai Aquesti: hence the wagon. *smiles*
Wilem Fuller: *shrugs and takes a deep drag, then holds it and waves it in front of the statue's face, nodding to Fenn* Yeah... HEY KUSIN!! Can you move her out?
Fennigan: Well, where to thenn?
Karlina Goodfellow: ... (Maybe I should try to take this as a chance to form a new, more enlightened perspective on my life. *long pause* .... um... )
Wilem Fuller: Forest would work fine... *gestures towards the front of the wagon*
Wilem Fuller: Long as it's away from Midor, should be good.
Fennigan: Well, lets go then, being a statue is no fun, i know.
Fennigan: I tried it once.
[Amar Plek] Kusin the Oxen-Driver: long as you're payin.. *smiles* I got kids ta feed ya know
Wilem Fuller: *smirks* Yeah, yeah... you'll get yer gold.
Fennigan: What's he charging?
Wilem Fuller: *stands in front of Karli, bracing his arms under hers and holding onto the wall behind*
Wilem Fuller: We're just goin' up the road... can't be that much.
Wilem Fuller: How's fifty suit you, Kusin?
Serai Aquesti: *fiddles at the bag that rests at her hip. she sets a small pouch into the dwarfs broad hand*
Fennigan: Well, she's your friend, i just happend along.
Enter Talion
[Moriarty Tales] Talion Deraith: Good evening.
Fennigan: Oi, Tal.
Wilem Fuller: Huh? *Is standing in the wagon, rather suggestively up against a statue of Karli*
Serai Aquesti: one hundred. to keep it slow and careful...
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(Oh no! What if I stay like this? Allan! Allan! He'll never have gotten a chance to ... do stuff to me... (*bleep!*) I'll never get a chance for him to do stuff to me! ... FRAK!!)
[Amar Plek] Kusin the Oxen-Driver: *big grin and pockets the pouch of gold* aye..
Talion Deraith: *looks into the back of the wagon curiously*
Wilem Fuller: *smirks* Karli's stoned.
Talion Deraith: ... I see. I take it she didn't pay someone to make a statue of her?
Wilem Fuller: *nods to Serai, and takes a deep breath, steadying his twig-like arms*
Fennigan: *looks into the wagon*
Fennigan: Few chips on her, anyone got some plaster?
Serai Aquesti: *setting her hand on the wagon door, lifting it until the latch catches*
Wilem Fuller: *chuckles at that*
Wilem Fuller: We can just sand it out...
Fennigan: Could pack them with clay, little fire, should blend smoothly.
Wilem Fuller: *smirks at Karli as he stands up against her*
Wilem Fuller: You know... ya don't have to just ~lie~ there like that...
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*cries in her own head* I'm gonna be a virgin statue fore-he-heverrrr...waaaaah!)
Talion Deraith: *looks on curiously*
Fennigan: uh, so, not to rush or anything, but shouldn't be be going?
Fennigan: I mean this is your guys plan, i just happened along.
Wilem Fuller: (Should we jsut move on, and assume the wagon's moving too?)
Serai Aquesti: (yes)
[Amar Plek] The Shadow : ((yes
Serai Aquesti: alright, Kusin.
Wilem Fuller: *strength*
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Strength Check, Roll 1d20: 18 = Total: 18<cÿÿÿ>
Talion Deraith: *watches the wagon roll off*
Karlina Goodfellow: *And the bigt wolf laughs his furry butt off*
(The Great Plains) Wilem Fuller: *strains a bit at a bump, but manages to hold on*
(The Great Plains) Talion Deraith: *shrugs and runs after it to jump on*
Kusin drives them to Mirghul Forest Trail
Serai Aquesti: *slows, staring at the statue ahead*
Wilem Fuller: *frowns as the air grows tense* Umm... how 'bout here?
Fennigan: Well, this seems like a decent place.
Wilem Fuller: Stop her here, Kusin!
Fennigan: Seems poetic in a way.
Serai Aquesti: at the very least, she'll have company.
Wilem Fuller: Huh? *steps off and looks around the corner of the wagon* Hey! *chuckles, and looks back* We got you a friend, Karli!
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*thought continue* Old ladies will fee pidgeons at my feet. IT'll be a nice tribute, I guess. Vilyave's greatest creation attended by Her servants... *sighs* Then they'll poop on me.)
Fennigan: Well, since magic works here
Wilem Fuller: Umm... what's this for?
Fennigan: Should make it easy for you two to unload her.
Wilem Fuller: Why risk it?
Wilem Fuller: Just un-stonify her in the wagon?
Fennigan: Well if I did that it would mean I just wasted two very expensive scrolls.
Fennigan: So what if a finger or two get broke off.
Wilem Fuller: They're already spent, Fenn... you want some coin for your trouble, fine...
Serai Aquesti: *glances over at Kusin, sitting quietly in his seat*
Wilem Fuller: But I prefer Karli with all her fingers intact.
Fennigan: *sighs*
Fennigan: Fine, now there's no promise that this will work you know.
Wilem Fuller: *shrugs* Never is...
Fennigan: I don't know much about magic, but this harp is supposed to be able to cure just about anything.
Fennigan: *walks to the back of the cart and hops in*
Wilem Fuller: *watches curiously, and from a safe distance*
Fennigan: *digs around in his pack and pulls out a small harp*
Fennigan: Now then, lets see.
Fennigan: Which note was it.
Fennigan: *plucks a string*
Fennigan: Nope, not that one.
Fenn casts cure minor wounds using the harp
Wilem Fuller: Wow... that was really somethin' Fenn...
Fennigan: *tries again*
Fennigan: Now the fella who sold it to me told me a bit about it, but i'm not muscian.
Fennigan: *plucks another string*
casts whatever other spell is on that harp
Fennigan: Hmm, not that one.
Wilem Fuller: Wow... that was really somethin', Fenn...
Wilem Fuller: *yawns* Freakin' Midorans on Ice...
Fennigan: Well, maybe this *picks at the final string*
casts greater restoration using the harp
Wilem Fuller: Aaannddd!!! *pauses* No.
Serai Aquesti: ...
Wilem Fuller: *sighs* Crap.
Fennigan: *knocks on karli*
Fennigan: Nope.
Karlina Goodfellow: ....(*more thoughts* My fans are going to be devestated...ooh! I'll be a shrine! Yes! I'll be a shrine, and they'll flowers at my feet, and children will gaze at my face and think, "Did she have gas or something?")
Fennigan: Hmm, well, I guess we need a proper wizard then.
Fennigan: Or an art dealer.
Serai Aquesti: right then... *looking to the two*
Wilem Fuller: *groans, and hops back up in the wagon* Right... KUSIN!! To Brandibuck!!
Wilem Fuller: *looks down to Serai as he steadies himself for a long-arse trip*
Fennigan: Uh, you sure?
Fennigan: Not exactly any wizards around there.
Wilem Fuller: *looks down at the Hin* You got a better idea?
Serai Aquesti: ... might i suggest leaving her here?
Fennigan: I hear midor museum pays good for fine statues.
Wilem Fuller: Erm... *glares at Fenn*
Fennigan: And without asking questions.
Serai Aquesti: the roads ahead aren't the most level...
[Amar Plek] The Shadow : *kusin mumbles a bit, chuckling to himself* to Brandibuck you say?
Wilem Fuller: Unless you got some sort of stone-to-squishy spell or somesuch up there, yeah...
Wilem Fuller: *looks to Serai* Well, fine, but someone should wait here with her.
Wilem Fuller: In case someone decides to make an exhibit.
Fennigan: *whistles innocently*
Wilem Fuller: Or, for that matter, if wears off.
Serai Aquesti: what, like him over there? *pointing just up the way*
[Amar Plek] The Shadow : *kusin again* well.. yer paid good money for it, might as well take ya all to Brandibuck
Wilem Fuller: Well, yeah, but he's... y'know... lookin' all freaked out, and I don't think he looked that good to begin with.
Serai Aquesti: *shrugs as the wagon driver's voice carries around the canopy* very well... *climbing into the back*
(Mirghul Forest Trail) Fennigan: *hops into the wagon as well*
Wilem Fuller: 'Less they were going for the whole Pally's "Gods in heaven, they're gonna smite us!!" look...
Wilem Fuller: *shrugs* But they have their freakish entrance crosses for that.
Brandibuck Vale
Wilem Fuller: *roll up int he wagon slowly, taking turns as possible to hold the statue steady*
Serai Aquesti: *slides out. brushing the back of her skirt once on the grass*
Wilem Fuller: 'Kay... *sighs deeply* Right...
Fennigan: Well, best bet here would be the apothocary.
Karlina Goodfellow: ....(I miss me.)
Fennigan: Least it seems that way to me.
Wilem Fuller: *nods in agreement* Yeah... good ideer there, Fenn.
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: are you staying here?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: I'll, uhh, keep an eye on her.
Wilem goes to the apothecary
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: ... must be your new calling. guard duty *smirks*
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ....(*musical thoughts* Oh, the statue got me hiiiiiiiigh.....)
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *looks into the cart and examines the statue*
(Brandibuck - Apothecary) Wilem Fuller: Drugo? 'lo, Drugo!!
(Brandibuck - Apothecary) Wilem Fuller: *grins sheepishly*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Seems so.
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: *leans back against the tree, pinning her hands behind her*
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: he shouldnt' be too long.
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: *Karli's modesty, unlike the rest of her, has not been frozen in perfect petrification. It's gone entirely*
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: *offers a polite bow of his head*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes yes... good day
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ....(The instant I can move again, I'm going to smoke my brains into pudding and dance Swiftfoot Hall into the ground. *pauses* Even more into the ground.)
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: *looks over Karli again*
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: .... so.. whats going on?
Wilem Fuller: Hey, ahh... *smirks* So we're off in... *considers* Well, long story short... you know that buxom minstrel I party with? She up and got herself turned to stone.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *slight gasp* dear no..
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: ... at the moment? not a whole lot.
Wilem Fuller: *nods matter-of-factly* Sure enough... brought her back on Kusin's wagon... got her out jsut up the road.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh, thats.. thats horrible.. oh the poor lass
Wilem Fuller: *eyes the hin hopefully* Don't s'pose you'd have somethin' make her all fleshy again?
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: *looks over at Serai* ... I see.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *shrugs*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Wanna buy a statue?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *to talion*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *scratches his head and glances around the room*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: hmm.. let me see here..
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: We're taking up the art business.
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: My room is rather small.. I don't think I'd have anywhere to put one.
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ... (I'm never going to look at statues the same way again. They're just going to creep me out, wondering if maybe, just maybe, there's someone inside hoping someone would scratch their nose.)
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *rummages through different bottles and boxes on his desk*
Wilem Fuller: *follows the hin, eyes roaming over the various medical and non-recreational items he's generally had little interest in*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: dear oh dear...
(Brandibuck Vale) Zubeida al-Maheeni: *nods to everyone*
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: *returns the nod*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: ((she ran off with karli!))
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *turns to him with a frown* well.. *seems to get an idea and runs to the shelf to remove a book*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Ain't the best statue.
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ((*falls over in her chair, laughing*))
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *pulls it out and starts reading*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: ahh.. yes yes.. of course
Wilem Fuller: *fingers twitch impatiently, though he grins hopefully* Got somethin'?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Little lopsided in the chest area, I think the sculpter was cross eyed.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes, we can have her soft and supple again in no time..
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: all we need is the eyelash of a dragon.. and...
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: Master Fen.. I think you need someone to see to your boots.
Wilem Fuller: *blinks* Umm... what?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Silly suit of clothes to, what's she supposed to be, some sort of warrior woman?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: the tounge of a... hmm?
Wilem Fuller: *considers* You.... you have one of those, right?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *looks up*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Huh? My boots?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *scratches his beard podering*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: hmmm
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: Clearly your tilled to one side.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *rummages through some more boxes and pouches*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: You sure?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh dear..
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *tilts his head to the left*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Hmm.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *frowns* I'm afraid I'm all out of dragon lashes..
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *picks his feet up one at a time*
Wilem Fuller: *taps his foot at a steady beat, hands drumming on his thighs with a twitchy rhythm*
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: *Karli's expression of stupid shock continues to bring one to ponder just what she must have been thinking and, inevitabley, to come the obviously conclusion. This is Karli. She wasn't.*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: dear oh dear..
Wilem Fuller: Crap... is there anything that... like... works instead?
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: (obvious)
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Oh, you're right, had a bit of horse dung stuck on one from the plains.
Wilem Fuller: I mean... I left my dragonslaying lance in my other life.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *scrapes his boot off on the statues leg*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *stands in front of it again*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: well.. you could always find a mage that knows that particular spell..
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Yep, level now.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Good eye tal.
Wilem Fuller: *sighs* Right, right... *considers* Know any mages in town?
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: The eyes are where its a bit off..
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: the one that turns stone to flesh?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Hmm.
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ((You can all go to hell. ))
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *jumps up and down trying to look the statue in the eyes*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: why of course.. I am a wizard *puffs chest out proudly*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Umm, what's off about them?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: They look a bit empty, yes.
Wilem Fuller: Right, right... *smirks* One that knows the stony to fleshy-bits spell?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: But other than that, I don't see what you mean.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *coughs and blusters a bit*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: well.. no
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *scratches his head*
Wilem Fuller: *groans* 'Course not... how 'bout up north?
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: Thats the problem.. just a bit? *shakes his head*
Wilem Fuller: Got any colleagues or rivals or whatever that would know it?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: I beg your pardon?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: The ears look a bit crooked.
Wilem Fuller: *shrugs helplessly* I'm graspin' at air here, Drugo...
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Got a chisel, I think i can fix em.
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: No.. thats not the ears. Its the hair style.
Wilem Fuller: I prolly got Fenn runnin' an auction for her right now.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh, I see.. *ponders* well.. there is.. oh bother, why don't you go see Fredo. perhaps he has something useful
especially since I just put a stone to flesh scroll in his store prior to coming to the apothecary... hehe
Wilem Fuller: Fredo...
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Again tal, your powers of perception amaze me.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes yes...
Wilem Fuller: *considers* At the general store?
Wilem Fuller: Or is that the tradin post?
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: You notice things when your trained for battle.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: but of course.. general store, you see...
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Think we could chip a bit off here and there, fix it up real nice for sale?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: they have everything and anything.. at one time or annother
Wilem Fuller: *nods, with a grin* Right, right... *nods* I'll do that. Thanks, Drugo!
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes yes.. good luck
Wilem Fuller: *gives a mildly thankful nod, and heads off quickly*
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: No reason. Statues sell better when they're a bit odd.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Well, a bit odd, yes, but this one..
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*long silence* I should have worn the dress. If I have to be frozen forever... gods! I look like I'm trying to be Dana. Only, you know, better looking, obviously...)
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *steps up closer and looks up the statues nose*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Wow, whoever made this put in a lot of details.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: He even carved little boogers.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Brilliant I tell ya.
[EuroKurd] Ayntherian Tîwele: *Lifts his eyebrows at Fen's words.*
Talion Deraith: Hmm... must have been a hin.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: ((oops, was to busy being a smart a$ to remember she was in the cart))
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: I don't figure anyone else would be staring up someone's nose.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: And a real bow as well.
Wilem visits Fredo
Fredo: *The rather strangely dressed man can barely supress a large, inviting smile as he greets you* 'Ello....... Fredo be mi'name........ hows can I helps ya?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *pulls on the bow a bit trying to dislodge it*
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*mental humming*)
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Hmm, stuck good, oh well, ot a very good quality one.
Wilem Fuller: Lookin' for somethin' to turn a friend from rock to fleshy-bits.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: oi! no joshin?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: You know, if nothing else, this thing would make a good anchor.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: We could sell it to dandy.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: why, I gots jus' tha thin
Wilem Fuller: *nods with a smirk* Yup... long story.
Wilem Fuller: *brightens* Do you now?
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: *turns his attention to Serai once more* .... sorry. I am Talion Deraith by the way.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: *pulls out a scroll from under the counter*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: When we were loading it I noticed that even for stone it seemed a lot heavier than it should have.
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: *she lowers her head, giving him a small nod.* Serai.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: this 'ere c'n set em straigh' in no time
Wilem Fuller: *eyes light up* Good, good! How much, then?
(Brandibuck - Fredo's Store ) Wilem Fuller: *eyes light up* Good, good! How much, then?
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ....(Hmmm. I don't know why.. but for some reason I feel the strong urge to kick Fenn's cute little butt.)
Wilem Fuller: *pulls up his coinpurse*
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: Pleasure to meet you lady Serai.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: But at least no one will have to worry about it falling over, got a nice big pedastal at the bottom.. oh those are the feet.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: *unrolls it and reads it over a moment, then checks what apears to be an invoice of sorts*
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: and you, master Talion.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: um, jus' three thousan
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: *offers a polite bow of his head in return*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Serai, this is my friend tal, the one they rescued from the icy lands.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: he's a good fella
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: i gathered as much *giving the hin a smile*
Wilem Fuller: Three thousand? *grins jovially* C'mon, Fredo... this is me! *regards his purse, which is not near full enough, and considers* What say twelve hundred, and a fine gemstone worth at least two thousand?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Tal took care of me when i had nothing but a rusty dagger and a set of leathers to my name
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: I wonder if my days of being rescued will ever end..
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Appraise Check, Roll 1d20: 2 + Modifier: 7 = Total: 9<cÿÿÿ>
Wilem Fuller: *is very tired*
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: I wonder what you faced that /you/ were in need of rescure, Sir Talion.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: *raised brow*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Oi Ayn!
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: Master Ayntherian. Good day.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Wanna buy a statue?
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: *leans her head to left, searchign for the voice's source*
[Amar Plek] Fredo: well, I'd like ta 'elp ya.. but I paid good money for this 'ere scroll
Wilem Fuller: *regards Fredo, frowning a bit at the obvious dislike of the offer* And I'll throw in this finely crafted dagger!
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Persuade Check, Roll 1d20: 1 + Modifier: 9 = Total: 10<cÿÿÿ>
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: *Lifts his hand in greeting to Talion - his usual serene faint smile on his lips, his eyes closed half-way as well.* And where, exactly, shall I put it, Fennigan?
Wilem Fuller: *yawns halfway through*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: not my problem, 200 gold and it's yours.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: *skeptical look*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Might make a good coat rack.
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: *motions Ayntherian over* Come, no reason to stand with the horses.
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ....(....ohgods..I think I need to pee...)
[Amar Plek] Fredo: I dunno.. tha' dagga looks a bit...
Wilem Fuller: *sighs* Look... I got a friend, Fredo... she might as well be dead now... I got Fenn out there tryin' to hock her to the lowest bidder, and I ain't got but half what you're askin'.
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: *Taps the horse twice and steps forward.*
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Persuade Check, Roll 1d20: 15 + Modifier: 9 = Total: 24<cÿÿÿ>
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: *Arms rest in opposite sleeves.*
Wilem Fuller: Can ya help me out?
(Brandibuck Vale) Serai Aquesti: *bows her head to ayn as he comes into full view*
[Amar Plek] Fredo: *rubs the back of his neck with a resigned sigh*
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: As for what I faced.. an army of giant killer trees and barbarians in the cold lands.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *takes out a small vial off dark black ink and dips his finger into it*
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: *Returns the bow.*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *draws a mustache on the statue*
[Amar Plek] Fredo: oi! what abou' ya freinds?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: There, perfect.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: mebby they c'n pitch in..?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *puts the vial away and wipes his finger clean on the grass*
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: I don't really recall the encounted itself however. I expect either I took quite a hit on my head or they used magic to attack my mind.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: I tell ya what.. I'll let 'er go fer two thousan, five hunerd
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: ...'killer trees'... something I have yet to seen. *He says while appraising Karli.*
Wilem Fuller: *nods with a grateful smile* Aye, that'll be great. What say I leave the gold, the gem, an' my precious instrument here with you, you let me take that scroll off yer hands, and I bring you back the rest of yer payment?
Wilem Fuller: [DM] <c ÿÿ>Persuade Check, Roll 1d20: 16 + Modifier: 9 = Total: 25<cÿÿÿ>
[Amar Plek] Fredo: *sidways glance, then smiles*
Fredo: Aye!
[Amar Plek] Fredo: tha' sounds resonable
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: *Karli looks mid-spell cast, her mouth open in, presumably, a song of some sort though her eyebrows are twisted and eyes wide in an expression of, "What in the hells...?!"*
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: *His eyes narrow and he tilts his head thoughtfully while examining her.*
[Amar Plek] Fredo: oi.. you aint said it were a -diamond-
Wilem Fuller: *sets the items on the counter, and looks back to the hin witha grin* Aye... that change the deal, then?
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: Giant black trees. They looked as though they had died long ago and had rotted.
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: Quite an odd stance for a statue.
Wilem Fuller: That was twelve hudnred gold, plus the gem.
[Amar Plek] Fredo: *grins and picks up the diamond examining it closely*
Wilem Fuller: And I'm sure a crafty fellow such as yourself could get twice that easily.
Fredo: Aye!
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: I know!
[Amar Plek] Fredo: deal.. the gold n the gem
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Let's take it to M'gok Tukur, we can tell them it's a lesster whack whack rock
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: for the kids and such
[Amar Plek] Fredo: *hands him a scroll*
Wilem Fuller: *smiles, taking back a measure of the gold* Pleasure doin' business with ya, Fredo!
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: I recall when several adventurers and I ventured in the ruined city, north of the Four Winds Inn,
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Bet we gout get four, or five-hundred gold that way
[Amar Plek] Fredo: aye.. hope yer freind comes ou' alrigh'
Wilem Fuller: If you'd excuse me...
Back to Karli
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(...zzzzzz...)
Wilem Fuller: *jogs back with a triumphant grin*
Fennigan: Any luck?
Ayntherian Tîwele: We encountered a Medusa, who paralyzed some of us just with her gaze. They were petrified in rather odd... stances...
Wilem Fuller: *nods to Fennigan* Sure do! *looks around* Okay... soo... who's the best at playing wizard?
Wilem Fuller: *holds up a scroll*
Fennigan: Well, I suppose that would be me.
Talion Deraith: *frowns slightly*
Ayntherian Tîwele: *His voice trails off as he scrutinizes Karli.*
Fennigan: Hmm.
Serai Aquesti: *leanns off the tree, hands falling to her side as she staightens*
Wilem Fuller: *nods, handing the parchment over to the hin*
Fennigan: There's a fair good chace I'll fail with this.
Wilem Fuller: Uhh... *frowns*
Fennigan: Well, what other options are there?
Wilem Fuller: *takes it back* Nevermind... *considers* I'll be back.
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: Is this just a statue...?
Fennigan: Anyone else here better than me at reading arcane scrolls?
Wilem Fuller: *grumbles petulantly as he moves off again*
Talion Deraith: *shrugs slightly, and shakes his head*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Oh well, that gives me time to draw circles around her eyes in ink.
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ....(*dreams of giant, killer pidgeons*)
Back to see Drugo
Wilem Fuller: *strolls into the apothecary breathlessly* Dru... Drudo...
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: is she all squidgy again?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: No *grins*
Wilem Fuller: *grins all the same* I... *smirks* No... but I got a scroll for it.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: It's a karli.
(Brandibuck Vale) Talion Deraith: *sits down softly on the grass*
Wilem Fuller: *wry chuckle* But none of us can really read it so good.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh.. wonderful. splendid news
Wilem Fuller: Thought you might come up the street and lend us your talents for a spell?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *blusters a bit with a smug look*
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: I knew she was familiar... what happened to her?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes yes... of course
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: *shrugs*
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: Or, well, 'how' did thsi happen to her.
Wilem Fuller: *smiles gratefuly, stifling a yawn* Great!
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Career change?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: anything for dear Karlina
(Brandibuck Vale) Fennigan: Gave up being a bard to be a bird feeder.
Wilem Fuller: She's just up this way, by Kusin's...
And back to Karli
Wilem Fuller: *walks heavily*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: she's quite famous you know..
Wilem Fuller: Man... you know... thought the day was--- eh?
Wilem Fuller: *chuckles* You mean the song 'bout Midor?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: hear she was even in the paper.. over there in the Port
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes yes.. that too
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *gasps when he sees Karli*
Wilem Fuller: *hands the parchment to the hun*
Fennigan: *waves at drugo*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh dear oh dear
Fennigan: Don't mind the stains under her nose.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: my.. but she does make a beautiful statue even
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(....zzz...nnyah! No, not the beak! Not th-... wow, it's dark! What time is it? Maybe... oh, crap! I'm still frozen! *whimpers* This shouldn't happen to a gorgeous thing like me! Not like this, anyway. Immortalized in marble, sure, but this is rediculous!)
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *looks over the scroll*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes yes... of course.. *mutters something about dragon lashes*
Wilem Fuller: *wobbles a bit on his feet*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: alright, this shouldn't hurt a bit
FAILURE: (spellcraft skill total + roll) = 12 + 5 = 17 Against DC: 26
HAHAHAHAHAHahahahaha…. *facepalms*
Lost Item: Stone to Flesh
Wilem Fuller: *pulls out a pick-me-up stick from behind his ear*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *coughs and blusters a bit*
Wilem Fuller: Wow, Drugo, that was really somethin'...
Wilem Fuller: *dryly*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *scratches his head*
Fennigan: Tough one to read, aye?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: I dont understand..
Wilem Fuller: No need to make a show of it.
Wilem Fuller: *frowns at that* Don't... *gives him the "you have to be sh!##ing me" look*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh.. fiddlesticks
Wilem Fuller: Oh... what?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes yes... of course.. I was speaking the old translation of that one rune
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(Goddess, if you're listening, and I'm sure you are but don't feel pressued to respond or anything, 'cause i know you're busy but, if it's not too much trouble, could you GET ME THE HELS BACK TO NORMAL?!?!)
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *laughs sligtly, trailing off into a frown*
Wilem Fuller: Ohh! *tries to sound excited, but falls into a yawn at the end* --ahhh...
Fennigan: Well, no cure, to the museum!
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *softly* dear oh dear
Enter Fat Sam
[docta] Fat Sam: *munch*
Ayntherian Tîwele: *Glances at Sam, smiling faintly, eyes partly-lidded.*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: erm.. perhaps.. you have annother scroll?
Fennigan: Mister sam!
Fennigan: Just who I've been wanting to see.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *apologetic smile*
Fat Sam: *quickly shoves some tiny muffins in his mouth* Oi.
Wilem Fuller: *blinks at Drugo* You're... you're kidding, right?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *coughs and blusters a bit*
Wilem Fuller: I traded all my gold, and my most valuable frakking gem.
(Brandibuck Vale) Ayntherian Tîwele: Sam, been a while since I have seen you around.
Fennigan: We need to chat once someone fixes karli up.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh? Fredo I take it?
Fat Sam: *looks at Ayn and smiles*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fat Sam: Had a delivery ta make.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fat Sam: Got held up lad.
Wilem Fuller: I mean, Fredo might have one, but unless he's dabbling in the love that dare not speak it's name... I ain't got shite to pay him with.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fat Sam: I gots somthin fer ya too as well.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: he might have annother.... I.. um.. I'll buy
(Brandibuck Vale) Fat Sam: From Mista Jessup.
Talion Deraith: How much was all your gold?
(Brandibuck Vale) Fat Sam: *reaches into his pack and pulls out a rusty ring*
Wilem Fuller: *regards Talion* Two thousand.
(Brandibuck Vale) Fat Sam: *hands it to you*
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(*thoughts drift* .... I think I'll wear my hair in tails for a while. Once I can, I mean. I'm sure someone's working on the problem. My fans wouldn't let me fall away from the headlines! I'm... I'm beloved, darn it!)
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *slight grimace* yes yes.. I'll just go and check..
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: be right back
Drugo rus off
Wilem Fuller: Plus a diamond.
Talion Deraith: Hmm...
Fennigan: Diamond you say.
Fat Sam: *looks at the statue*
Fat Sam: Hmm.
Wilem Fuller: *nods to Fennigan* Yup.
Fat Sam: Thas a nice one.
Fennigan: You know, if we carved out the eye's a bit, tal did say they looked odd.
Fennigan: And replaced them with some nice gems.
Fat Sam: Almos as nice as tha one in tha Mirghul Trail.
Fennigan: We could double the price.
Fat Sam: *munch*
Wilem Fuller: Been holdin' onto it for months, lookin' for a good buyer.
Fat Sam: *tap*tap*
Serai Aquesti: *a thin smiles apreads across her face as the dwarf makes the comparison*
(Brandibuck Vale) Fat Sam: Hmm....fingers are too long though....
Karlina Goodfellow: *continues to look frozen in a state of grace and utter perplexion*
Wilem Fuller: *takes a deep drag of his pick-me-up stick*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *runs up huffing and puffing*
Fat Sam: *pulls out a small dagger and chips away at her fingers*
Fat Sam: *tap*tap*
Fat Sam: *chip*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *waves a scroll in his hand*
Fennigan: Sam!
Fat Sam: Nice stache.
Wilem Fuller: *gives Sam a kick*
Fat Sam: hmm?
Fat Sam: OI!
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: good news, good news
Fennigan: Don't chip.
Wilem Fuller: Get the frack away from her!!
Fat Sam: Mind yer foot!
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: he had annother
Fennigan: That's karli.
Wilem Fuller: Ain't a damned statue, you brain-dead dwarf!
Fat Sam: This is Karli? *looking at Wilem*
Fennigan: Well, it was.
Talion Deraith: *backs up a bit as the gnome waves the scroll*
Fat Sam: *frown* Wah did ya call me?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: erm... though, I dont know if I will be able to.. erm.. yes..
Wilem Fuller: *stares at him with baleful eyes, heedless of just how much his a$ is about to be kicked* You heard me.
Wilem Fuller: Get away from her.
Fennigan: Ooff, um, drugo, get some of your healing kits ready.
Fennigan: Wil's gonna nead em.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *watches the exchange a bit perplexed*
Fat Sam: Ill ask ya ta ask a bit more politley lad...or youll find yerself walkin on yer knees.
Fat Sam: *glares at Wil*
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(Ahhhh!!! WHat's going on?! My hand! MY HAND! WHat the hells is happening to my HAND ohmyGAWDS!!)
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *coughs and blusters a bit* excuse me, but this isn't helping the lovely lady at all, now is it?
Wilem Fuller: *blinks* You're cuttin' Karli's bloody fingers off, and tellin' me to be polite? *snarls* Get the bloody knife away from her.
Fat Sam: As I said....ask a bit more politely or this blade will be goin in yer hip!
Fat Sam: *looks over at stone Karli* Sorry lass.
Fat Sam: Ya look betta in tha flesh by tha way.
Fat Sam: *looks back at Wil*
Fennigan: Mister Drugo is right, this ain't helping none, you can kill him later mister sam.
Wilem Fuller: *looks down at the blade, and then to the Dwarf's reaction to Karli, and just steps back*
Fat Sam: *hmmph*
Fat Sam: *puts theblade away*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *clears his throat*
Fat Sam: Now then....*looks back at Karli*
Fat Sam: *looks at the mustache on her face*
Fat Sam: When did she grow tha?
Wilem Fuller: *looks down, muttering* ~What the hells did I just do?~
Fennigan: *hums innocently*
Wilem Fuller: Could you... ~please~ back away and give Drugo some room?
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(My hand my hand my beautiful hand owie owie owie...*mental whimpers, which echo in the empty space of her metaphoric mind*)
Fat Sam: Oh.
Fat Sam: Sorry Drugo.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *looks around at everyone gathered* I don't suppose there are any here that are better with this scroll... perhaps?
Talion Deraith: *sits down again on the slope*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: I may not.. well.. you see.. these things are quite tricky
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: yes yes
Fennigan: I can do it, but that's a complex one.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: quite tr...
Fat Sam: *scratches head*
Fennigan: I'd have a tough time reading it.
Fennigan: Maybe mister sam has the skill.
Fat Sam: I canna read it....unless its in dwarven.
Wilem Fuller: *chuckles* Never thought I'd say this, but... I wish Clucky were here.
Talion Deraith: You all realise how close Ladriel is, yes?
Fat Sam: Canna read gnomish.
Fat Sam: Missed tha lesson.
Fat Sam: Musta been eatin.
Fat Sam: *shrugs*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: well.. *huffs* I didn't write the thing
Fat Sam: Hmm.
Fat Sam: Well....
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(Vilyave, please don't let me die this way, please please please I'll sing a hymn to you every day and always tell everyone about how much prettier than your sisters you are - 'cause it's true, of course...)
Ayntherian Tîwele: *Sits down in a tailor position, arms still in opposite sleeves, and closes his eyes softly.*
Fat Sam: We can always put her next ta tha otha statue on tha trail.
Talion Deraith: Where they have /trained/ wizards and such.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: here.. have a look at least.. see if you think you can read it
Wilem Fuller: *looks to Talion* How far is it?
Fat Sam: hmm *bends dwon and examines it*
Fennigan: What do you think mister sam?
Fat Sam: *points to the word "the" wah is tha word?
Fat Sam: *squints*
Talion Deraith: *shrugs slightly* Its just west a bit, on the way to the coast.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *blusters and jerks the scroll back muttering about dwarves*
Fennigan: *sighs*
Fat Sam: *blink*
Fennigan: That leave me then.
Talion Deraith: The big glowy tower thing.
Wilem Fuller: *rolls eyes, sighing*
Fennigan: Serai, can you help me?
Fat Sam: *shrugs*
Karlina Goodfellow: ...(..and I'll put a scene in theplay just for you about how you saved everyone on the whole island, and I'll never kill any birds, except stirges 'cause they're little bastards...)
Serai Aquesti: help you.... read it?
Fennigan: Well, sort of.
Wilem Fuller: Okay... so... we take her to Ladriel, maybe, then?
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *hands the scroll to fenn*
Fennigan: There's a spell that makes it easier for me to work scrolls and such.
Ayntherian Tîwele: *Opens his eyes and settles his gaze on Serai.*
Wilem Fuller: I mean... unless someone else has the coin to chock up for another, if we blow this one...
Fat Sam: OI FEN!
Fat Sam: *rummage*
Serai Aquesti: mm? *looking curiosuly to fen*
Fat Sam: *rummage*rummage* I think I got suthin fer ya ta use!
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *eyes Karli again* dear oh dear...
Fennigan: Something about an eagle.
Fat Sam: Nah nah nah!
Fat Sam: Betta!
Fennigan: Makes me more handsom.
Fat Sam: Wher is it...
Fat Sam: *rummage*
Fennigan: Oh, ok.
Fat Sam: *pulls out a pie from his pack*
Fat Sam: Hmm nah ther...
Fat Sam: *pulls out a cake*
Fat Sam: nope nah in ther...
Serai Aquesti: an eagle... *rubs the back of her neck* i'm sorry, i don't understand wha you're asking....
Fat Sam: *pulls out a large muffin*
Fat Sam: Nope.
Karlina Goodfellow: *Sam's target finger oozes a slow, thick crimson that forms a bead on the tip of the half-chipped tip*
Fennigan: Eagles splendor, that's the name.
Fat Sam: Hmm...ahh...
Fat Sam: Here we go!
Fat Sam: *pulls out a ring*
Serai Aquesti: yes, but... what of it?
Fennigan: Makes it easier to work with scrolls and such.
Fat Sam: This may elp!
Fennigan: Oh, yes, that will help.
Fennigan: I'll be sure to give this back.
Serai Aquesti: *follows the dwarf's hand, placing the ring in fen's hand*
Fennigan: *slips on the ring*
Fennigan: Well, here goes nothing.
Fat Sam: Hmm wonder if tha was me ring a cookin?
Fat Sam: *blinks and shrugs*
Fennigan: *unrolls the scroll annd starts to read*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *watches expectantly*
Fennigan uses Stone to Flesh... and is successful... heh
Wilem Fuller: *pulls out the guitar and plays a steady tune*
Fat Sam: *claps*
Fat Sam: HO!
Fennigan: Yeah! At's the way!
Wilem Fuller: C'moonnnn.... yeah!!
Fat Sam: Well don' fen!
Karlina Goodfellow: *falls to the ground in a heap, gasping for air*
Drugo Zedeln: That's the way it's done and done!
Fat Sam: Nah bad lad.
Fennigan: The ring helped quite a bit mister sam.
Fat Sam: *smiles*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: splendid, splendid.. oh.. how marvelous
Fat Sam: Good.
Fennigan: *returns it to him*
Fat Sam: Thanks mate.
Wilem Fuller: *kneels down next to Karli, setting the guitar aside*
Karlina Goodfellow: *cough cough! Karli stares up at the sky with blinded eyes, squinting. She lifts her hands to block the light, then moans in pain as the near severed finger starts to gush blood*
Fat Sam: *blinks* Oops.
Wilem Fuller: *pulls out a scroll and mutters over it*
Fat Sam: Eh...
Wilem Fuller uses Cure Moderate Wounds
Talion Deraith: *looks over Karli's outfit*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh dear.. *quickly pulls out a bandage*
Fat Sam: Sorry bout tha Karli.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: oh.. *coughs and blusters a bit as he sees she is already taken care of*
Karlina Goodfellow: ...Wil! Ohgods Will thatwassoawfulIcouldn'tmoveandithurtsomuchandIhaveto...Move! Move, move!
Karlina Goodfellow: *pushes Wil aside and rushes off in a twinkly way, holding herself*
Wilem Fuller: *flickers a brief warring glance towards Fat Sam, then looks back to Karli with bleary eyes, which fly wide as he's tossed back to the grass* Good to see yoaaaugh!!
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: erm...
Karlina runs off to ...um... answer the call of nature.
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: ....ahhhh......
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: *adds to the water level a bit*
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *scratches his head*
Fennigan: How long do you thinnk before she notices the mustache?
Fennigan: *laughs*
Fat Sam: She looks dwarven with it.
[Amar Plek] Drugo Zedeln: *clears throat* oh my.. I need to get back to my shop
Fat Sam: *nods*
Wilem Fuller: *smiles a bit* Thanks, Drugo.
(Brandibuck Vale) Karlina Goodfellow: *wobbles back on shakey legs, looking relieved. She smiles as she notes the audience, and her eyes fill with adoring*
Talion Deraith: Here master Wilem. For safe guarding a friend. *holds out a small pouch*
Fennigan: *smiles inocently in karli's direction*
Karlina Goodfellow: My fans! You all stayed to help me in my hour of need! *twinkles and clutche sher hands to her heart, which nearly dislodges the leather straps covering her stage talent*
Karlina Goodfellow: *seems oblivious to the mustache drawn on her face*
Fat Sam: *eyes widen*
Wilem Fuller: *just stays back on the grass, dark circles eyes looking to the assembled* Thanks for your help... *tries a wry grin, but it just comes across as a tired, grateful smile*
Fat Sam: *jaw drops*
Fennigan: Yep mister karli, err miss karli, we couldn't leave you to the birds.
Wilem Fuller: *looks over to the bag, and up to Talion with a grin* Oh... *smiles weakly, and keeps the twinkling from his eyes* Thanks, Talion.
Talion Deraith: *offers a polite nod to Wilem*
Karlina Goodfellow: *squeaks and bubbles with overcome emotion, and sniffles as she wipes at her eyes.* I love you all so mu-hu-huch! *SOBS!* *sniffle*
Karlina Goodfellow: *falls to her knees and hugs the Hin tightly, sobbing on him, leaving an ink stain on his shoulder*
Fat Sam: *blink*
Fennigan: Don't just thank me, wil there is your hero
Fennigan: but we all helped how we could.
Wilem Fuller: *regards the bard's attentions, eye ticking slightly*
Wilem Fuller: *smirks at that* Hero... right...
Fennigan: I only happend along.
Karlina Goodfellow: Wil? *sniffles, and turnsh er head. She smiles brightly, and nibbles her lower lip.. suddenly blushing a few shades of bright misunderstanding*
Fennigan: And if not for serai we might not have gotten you loaded in the cart.
Fennigan: And mister sam here, he gave loan of a ring that made things easier.
Karlina Goodfellow: *kneels down, and leans in to give Wil a kiss*
Fat Sam: *nods*
Fat Sam: Ah well.
Serai Aquesti: *steps back at the mention of her name.*
Fat Sam: Time fer me ta git back ta tha Port.
Talion Deraith: Nice to see that your... well.
Wilem Fuller: *looks to Karli with a grin, and accepts the kiss easily, though not insistently*
Talion Deraith: Master Sam, perhaps you'd care for some company on the way back?
Fat Sam: Sure sure.
Karlina Goodfellow: *pulls back with a smile.. then suddenly turns to a frown of confusion* You've got black stuff on your mouth, Wil.. *gestures to her own mouth to demonstrate*
Fat Sam: Roight then.
Fat Sam: Off I go.
Wilem Fuller: *rolls eyes* Yeah... Fenn was having some fun with you while I tried to find the cure...
Wilem Fuller: *gestures towards his eyes* Gotcha in acouple places... bath might be in order.
Karlina Goodfellow: Fenn was... *quickly wipes her fingertips across her upper lip and examines them* What is... ?
Karlina Goodfellow: ...Fenn!
Fennigan: *looks around*
Fennigan: Hmm?
Fenn uses a potion of speed and runs off, Karli running after him
Karlina Goodfellow: Come back here, you little kneebiter!
Fennigan: Sorry, gotta run!
Wilem Fuller: *smirks*
Karlina Goodfellow: Did you draw on my face?!
Karlina Goodfellow: Come here! Come back here!
Karlina Goodfellow: Ow..ow.. cramp... ow...
Karlina Goodfellow: *sets to limping, and sighs*
Wilem Fuller: *watches Karli run off, starts to follow, then stops quickly* Ahh, f--
Karlina Goodfellow: *comes limping back, pouting*
Wilem Fuller: *looks back to Karli with a weak smile, and holds out a twist of paper* Hey, beautiful... wanna get a room and a bath?
Karlina Goodfellow: *grins as she takes the twist, and pops it between her lips* Only if you promise to do that um... thing... *blushes mightily, but unapologetically*
Wilem Fuller: *manages a more sincere grin at that* Count on it.
Karlina Goodfellow: See you later, Kusin!
Wilem Fuller: Yeah... thanks for the slow-going there, Kusin.
Karlina Goodfellow: Good night, Brandibuck!
[Amar Plek] Kusin the Oxen-Driver: *grins and waves* |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: The Stoning of Karlina
Posted: 16 Sep 2006 02:29 PM |
| Oh, heh, I remember that. Unlike Ayntherian, I really enjoyed that. ^^ |
Ayntherian Tîwele - Elven Monk, earnest student of Ki and the Martial Arts
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Re: The Stoning of Karlina
Posted: 16 Sep 2006 04:41 PM |
| That was the most fun I've had in ages! Thanks for putting that up, pdw. *wipes away tears from her eyes, giggling* |
"I've got a sword and it's a good one, but all the bleedin' thing can do is keep someone alive, listen. A song can keep someone immortal!" - Cohen the Barbarian |
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Re: The Stoning of Karlina
Posted: 16 Sep 2006 04:41 PM |
That goes down as the most fun evening of NWN I've had, period. When it happened, we really thought the night was totally screwed, but in fact a DM had stumbled onto us not 10 min. into the ordeal, to offer some ability to move the rescue attempt along.
Thanks to all involved, players and DM's, and to Fat Sam for not killing Wil. |
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Re: The Stoning of Karlina
Posted: 16 Sep 2006 10:26 PM |
The reason I felt it had to go up, is that I thought it was a fine example of how some people take advantage of a small misfortune and turn it into something...different.
As for Wil, I think he would have made a good long pork muffin. I'll send Sam the recipie. |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: The Stoning of Karlina
Posted: 16 Sep 2006 10:41 PM |
*grins*
Definately one of my favorite "events" IG, and I just stumbled upon it.
And thanks to PDW for formating it so nicely and slapping it up here. It really is great that everyone can see it, and see how great your performances were.
I know this isn't the shoutout thread, but a big shoutout to all you players who took part in it. (especialy Marlena. the thoughts going through Karli's head were just classic)
[edit] And I'm sorry that I filed it away and forgot it for so long.
p.s. In case it isn't clear, I had left the parenthesis around the area each line was spoken, when I was in a different area. so those lines that say (Brandibuck Vale), while I am in the Apothicary with Wilem for instance, is what is being said by those left "guarding" Karli.
You probably all knew that, but just to be sure... there you have it. |
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Re: The Stoning of Karlina
Posted: 16 Sep 2006 11:21 PM |
| I wanted to post something about it, but I realized that Karli's perspective on this wouldn't have been very interesting to read. It's night's like that that make me glad I came here, and so very unhappy that I don't get more time to play. |
"I've got a sword and it's a good one, but all the bleedin' thing can do is keep someone alive, listen. A song can keep someone immortal!" - Cohen the Barbarian |
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Re: The Stoning of Karlina
Posted: 16 Sep 2006 11:52 PM |
| quality, not quantity. ;-) |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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