Holes/Session 15/raw

Apheori (GM): Dundun dun.
Rar.
Bear Soup Guy: rrrrrmbumb
Apheori (GM): Am I authorised to maim people who don't show up?
Bear Soup Guy: In certain locales
Ganelon: It's generally considered a faux-pas.
Apheori (GM): I'll just maim Gaurav, then. Frezak actually has an excuse.
Ellemerr: What if Gaurav does too and you're left with nobody to maim?
Apheori (GM): Then he'll get maimed for that injustice instead.
Oh, apparently he's asleep.
The bastard.
And he's already been maimed. Forgot about that.
Ganelon: Wait, how do you know that?
Apheori (GM): I checked my email.
Ellemerr: Don't listen to her; she's psychic. Just trying to trick you.
Ganelon: Your email tells you that he's asleep?
Apheori (GM): Yes.
It's very sophisticated.
Ellemerr: Possibly, her email is psychic.
Ganelon: I need to get one of those.
Apheori (GM): OKAY.
Y'all fell asleep. Except maybe Radek.
Ganelon: He's close enough to asleep.
Apheori (GM): Gravy, Radek: You awaken to/become aware of a whizzing noise and someone saying 'WHEEEEEE'. It sounds like Dave.
Frezak (GM): my room is full of wood and rubbish.
I'll be around in 20. do things >.>
Apheori (GM): We're now missing two people.
Ellemerr: Oh yeah, you're totally not missing me. At all.
Apheori (GM): There won't be any fun with everyone missing.
Ganelon: Shall we just wait, then?
Apheori (GM): Aye.
Unless Rob wants to... do something dreamy.
Frezak (GM): I can sort of look at my computer every minute or so
Apheori (GM): You know what? Scratch what I just said. Everyone fell asleep. Even Radek sort of dozed off.
Frezak (GM): I have 20 passive perception, I'll have you know.
Asleep, that's 15.
Gravy has... radar.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
Frezak (GM): Grave-dar.
Apheori (GM): Amadi's going to send you some dreams.
Frezak (GM): Gravy dreams?
Sounds too... mad for down-in-earth Gravy.
Apheori (GM): You all may have been drugged.
Ellemerr: I don't know how you managed to make me talk you into this. >.<
Frezak (GM): HE IS THE ONLY SANE PERSON ON THIS GORRAM PLANET
Apheori (GM) cackles.
Ganelon: I don't suppose we can refuse these dreams, huh?
Like leaving the mail in the 'box?
Apheori (GM): They're going to happen.
Sorry.
Ganelon: Blast.
This won't win me any friends but I don't like dreams.
Apheori (GM): You need better ones.
Ellemerr: He needs any ones.
Frezak (GM): So.... I'm not needed here anymore?
Ganelon: Actually, yeah. I don't dream.
Apheori (GM): Do your stuff, but check back so you don't miss the dream.
Frezak (GM): Gorram.
Ellemerr: You're good. Go play.
Frezak (GM): What?
Ellemerr: Shoo.
Apheori (GM) dreams.
Frezak (GM): I'm probably ensconced again.
NOT THAT IT MATTERS
Apheori (GM): What does that mean?
Frezak (GM): Means I'm sat in front of my computer, but i/we have been waved away while... someone writes dreams?
Bear Soup Guy: I don't think that's what ensconced means
Frezak (GM): Shh, you.
I know words.
I PROCLAIM ME TO BE RIGHT.
This chair isn't soft enough for me to be really ensconced.
Bear Soup Guy: reclinesconced
Apheori (GM): Did we lose Gan?
Ellemerr wrote one dream. It may be enough for now.
Ganelon: I'm here.
Apheori (GM): Great. Roll20 is lying to me again.
Bear Soup Guy: it does that
Frezak (GM): It's a deception engine.
Bear Soup Guy: a deceptiongine
Frezak (GM): Deceptine?
Nah, that sounds like Cough Syrup.
'Um, yeah. Sure. It'll make them better. Sure."
Bear Soup Guy: XD
Frezak (GM): Sweets.
"yeah, they're healthy? Teeth? This shit iron-plates them. INVINCIBLE TEETH. You should be paying me- so you are. Right, now scram. I hear cops."
Apheori (GM): OKAY.
WE'RE STARTING.
NOW.
SORT OF.
Ganelon: Sort of.
Apheori (GM): What's everyone's passive perception when asleep/asleep-like?
Assuming it's one of the first two stages.
Ganelon: 13.
Bear Soup Guy: Is passive perception when asleep just regular passive perception?
Apheori (GM): But I guess D&D wouln't actually cover the different stages of sleep, let alone the implications of the associated brainwaves...
Regular -5, apparently.
Bear Soup Guy: Right, 15 then
Apheori (GM): Okay. So y'all are asleep.
Ganelon: Yes.
Apheori (GM): Just so we're clear on sourcing, these dreams were written by Ellemerr.
The Commoner in me demands I make this clear.
(To Frezak): The Gravedigger dreams.
Apheori (GM):
You dream of Earth, dark and moist and full of wurms. It surrounds you on all sides, yet you are not Earth. Well, of course you're not Earth. You know Earth. You are not Earth. You're what is left when the Earth is removed. You are black, like a sky once the bright lights are taken out of it, and empty, empty, empty... Struggeling, you reach to grab the Earth that is all around you, so dark and moist, with all its wurms, the lives and the fullness of it. You reach and you grasp and you pull, and it all falls into you, but you feel no less empty. You feel bigger, and more powerful, but also more alone, for the Earth is further away, now. It fears you, or it longs for you, but when you embrace the Earth it falls away and is gone, and you are even more alone with your black and empty sky.
Your dream shifts, and still you are not Earth. You are standing on Earth, feeling its moistness beneath your bare feet, knowing it to be dark and full of wurms. You hold in your right hand your tool that you use to move the Earth, and you stand before a grave, a grave of the Earth. You did not dig this grave. The earth that was moved from it was more than moved, it was re-moved and un-moved and now there's no telling where it is, or if it even is at all. In your left hand you hold a dead chicken. It needs to be buried properly, but you don't think this grave can do that. Proper burial requires the Earth to be moved back into the hole. If the Earth isn't there...
"Are you going to get on with it?" asks the chicken. You don't answer. You're not in the habit of talking with your clientel.
"Look, just pop me in the hole and get on with it," says the chicken. "Quests don't wait for ever, and the library will close eventually. Time is of the essence, you know."
You look at the chicken, then back in the hole. And then you bury it in the blank and empty sky.
Apheori (GM): The dream shifts again and for the briefest moment you see the girl standing behind you, flickering like a bad TV image, first in one colour, then another. The winged kitten on her shoulder hisses at you and she begins to turn to look at you, but before you can see her face...
Dammit.
That was supposed to all be whisper and it killed it.
Gravedigger: That's you.
Bear Soup Guy: WE JUST WON'T READ IT
NOBODY READ THAT
Ellemerr: Yeeeees, they do that when they've got spaces in them. I shoulda warned you. Sorry.
Send them on skype.
Easier to read there, too.
Spaces. Uhm. Paragraphs. That's the word.
Sorry. >.>
Apheori (GM): I'll try it again.
(To Greibel): "Hello," says Amadi. "It was about time you dropped by."
(To Greibel): You're dreaming about a sky, a vast sky full of bright lights, colourful and glorious. You're flying, or swimming, or just being, and you really don't care to find out. You're all alone in the vastness of space, but for Amadi and the chicken. It isn't really space, either; not the dark, empty void that spans between the worlds. This is a place of light. This is the bright and colourful void that spans between -
(To Greibel): "Do you like it?" asks Amadi, cutting off your thoughts before you have time to think them. You nod. You want to tell her just how much you like it, how much better it is than anything you've experienced before in your life, but it is she who holds the words, the great and terrible words one would need to explain a place, a feeling like this, the words that are too big to fit in a mortal mouth. And so you nod, because it's the best you can do.
(To Greibel): "It used to be bigger, you know. She was supposed to govern it, but it's not a thing that lets itself be governed, and after the split... I'm afraid we lost some colours. Or maybe it wasn't even our fault."
(To Greibel): You look closer at Amadi and realize that she isn't that person you've met before, the one who says, after all, that she is not Amadi. Miss Teatime? This one is brighter and more colourful, and you see bits of others in her. Dave. Not Dave, Dawn. And you see something altogether darker, as well.
(To Greibel): "Holes. She never accounted for them. They weren't here yet, and easy to ignore, and now we can't even remember well enough to do something about the ones that seep into our own selves... They weren't supposed to be our problem."
(To Greibel): You see the dark between the stars, the colourful myriads of lights that are far more than mere stars, and the Black Holes among them. They make your head spin and your stomach swirl and your eyes sting and you realize that this is a dream and you ought to wake up so you can find somewhere to go and throw up but you can't, and now you can't look away from the hole that is swallowing up the whole world, all the loveliness of it and you feel like screaming; this is the saddest thing you've ever witnessed, and -
(To Greibel): Suddenly there's a chicken in your face.
(To Greibel): "Dude," says the chicken, "what do you think you're doing? You don't want to be trippin' over there, man! It's bad mojo, like, really, really bad, and besides... aren't you s'posed to be on some quest, man? Dude, the library is totally going to close on you, and that librarian might not take kindly to not being rescued on time! Man, librarians can be some mean bitches when you don't do things on time, oooh boy, did I tell you about that time when -"
(To Greibel): The sudden silence is the most harrowing thing you have never heard. The black hole is right in front of your face, and the chicken is gone, and you think you might die, or go mad, or something even worse, if you fall in after it, and -
(To Greibel): Amadi spins you around; she's strong for someone so little. Or maybe you're just very light. You look into her eyes and you open your mouth and you're about to tell her...
(To Greibel): YOUR DREAM.
Apheori (GM): Greibel
s worked.
Ohay, read your dreams.
Apheori (GM) waves dismissively.
Ganelon: Is mine there?
Apheori (GM): Gravy, Greibel: You awaken to hear Dave saying 'WHEEEEEE' as she flies overhead and then notice some other things - the porridge has eaten most of the zombie corpse bits; the sphinx fell asleep and drooled all over the mouseforged, which appears to be leaking something strange and silvery; Dave got into Radek's things, borrowed some books, and made herself a floating disk and started whizzing around the room on it; and Amadi is sitting upside-down on the ceiling juggling geese.
Gan: Coming. You're still asleep.
Ganelon: Just making sure.
(To Radek): You dream of -
(To Radek): No.
(To Radek): You're working. You never fell asleep; you would never fall asleep. You're working. Mending, repairing, breaking down, reassembling, making, creating... working.
(To Radek): So far you have made fifty bombs, a spaceship, a particularly good coffee-machine, a rather imperfect sandwitch, a chicken, a whole pen of mouseforged, a pen (to hold animal-machines), a pen (to write with), half-score bottled genies, one of them even more or less functional, although very rude, and on a special request you've mended a broken mask. That was a touch one, and something about the mask made you just itch behind your skin and under your nails and in the back of your eyes, but the payment was good. Currently you're working on a perfect rendition of the whole universe. You've managed the bright bits fairly well, but you're having trouble with the holes, and find yourself wishing you had Gravy to help you. He's good with holes. But unlike you, he's asleep. Everyone's asleep, even the mouseforged, everyone except you and the chicken.
(To Radek): "You're never going to get that right, you know," comments the chicken. It's been giving unhelpful comments like this all alone. You don't want to recall all the atrocities it mentioned while you were working on the mask.
(To Radek): "It's not conductive at all. You don't have the proper tools, you don't even have the proper blueprints. And by this point, it's changing too fast and you won't manage to update it before it's all gone dark. You should focus on your quest. You should find the bound librarian. Sometimes, you don't need to know exactly how something is supposed to be in order to fix it. Just try harder, and remember to -"
(To Radek): The chicken makes a squeeky sound before going silent, and you deign it the briefest glance to notice that the annoying mad girl is holding it by the neck. "Sorry," she whispers, "It got away from me. Won't happen again; promise." And she steps back and away and leave you to your work.
(To Radek): While you looked away, though, the model became all mangled. You're going to have to start over...
Greibel: This is better than breakfast in bed.
Dave: Wheeeeeeee!
Dave tries to fly up a wall and nearly falls off the disk.
Greibel: Don't crash into the geese! They'll fall...up!
Greibel watches Dave intently while occasionally glancing up at Amadi
Greibel definitely loads his bong accordingly
Apheori (GM): I think we lost Frezak.
Bear Soup Guy: I think we did
Amadi juggles geese.
Ganelon: I see him on R20.
And I'm done reading.
Apheori (GM): Can either of you poke him some other way so he's paying attention?
Bear Soup Guy: Thanks for the dreams, Ellemerr :)
Ganelon: Nothing more effective than this.
And yes, it was a lovely dream.
Except it wasn't a dream. It was work.
Totes.
Amadi: It totally was.
Ellemerr: Ugh. OOC.
And you're all very welcome.
Though they were very hasty and weird and I don't really know what I was doing.
But that's normal.
Bear Soup Guy: So they were like real dreams then =P
Ellemerr: I do believe there was a reason I was asked/volunteered.
*shifty eyes*
Apheori (GM): So I guess Frezak isn't coming at all.
Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Bear Soup Guy: turtles
Gaurav: turtles?
Apheori (GM): IS EVERYONE HERE?
IS IT LYING TO ME AGAIN?
Ganelon: I am.
Bear Soup Guy: SOMETHING SOMTHING SOMETHING
Gaurav: I may be here.
And still waiting to here what BSG has to say about turtles.
Bear Soup Guy: turtles are cute ^_^
Frezak (GM): EGGS
Apheori (GM): Okay it's lying.
Does anyone remember where we were?
Frezak (GM): 5 minutes >.>
Ganelon: Yeah, it was something about dreams and then Dave made a floating disk.
Frezak (GM): She Tenser'd
Ganelon: After stealing from me. Ungrateful zombie.
Apheori (GM): Right.
Hee.
Gaurav: Why were we all asleep? I thought the plan two weeks ago was to switch watch?
Were we enchanted?
Apheori (GM): It was, but you fell asleep and started dreaming.
Bear Soup Guy: Magic sleep gas
Apheori (GM): Well, the others did. Rhu didn't dream anything that you can recall.
Gaurav: In Ancient Rome, soldiers on watch who fell asleep would be stoned to death :-/
yay!
Apheori (GM): This isn't Rome.
Oaky, so I'm just going to redo the description so we're all on the same page.
Frezak (GM): Greibel is already stoned.
Apheori (GM): Aside from Radek, who was working on stuff and not really paying attention, you all decided to rest for what may or may not have been the night, taking turns keeping watch.
Frezak (GM): Just not lapidated.
Rhu: Frezak++
Gaurav: sorry OOC
Apheori (GM): But the watch didn't really pan out.
Frezak (GM): Don't we have time-telling devices?
Apheori (GM): Gravy, Greibel: You awaken to hear Dave saying 'WHEEEEEE' as she flies overhead and then notice some other things - the porridge has eaten most of the zombie corpse bits; the sphinx fell asleep and drooled all over the mouseforged, which appears to be leaking something strange and silvery; Dave got into Radek's things, borrowed some books, and made herself a floating disk and started whizzing around the room on it; and Amadi is sitting upside-down on the ceiling juggling geese.
Frezak (GM): I will sigh.
Apheori (GM): Dave whizzes past saying 'Wheee!'.
Rhu continues to sleep
Ganelon: Miniature geese, I hope.
Apheori (GM): Radek: You notice as well, having finished whatever you were doing.
The Gravedigger: I thought I was going to go and fight strange monsters.
Ganelon: Otherwise they'd be quite awkward to juggle.
Apheori (GM): Nope, full-sized geese. You don't know how she's doing it.
Gaurav: How are the geese reacting to being juggled? On the other hand: breakfast!
The Gravedigger: Battle wondrous beasts, bury them, go home, get money, go on holiday.
Apheori (GM): They seem confused.
Radek: Where's... where's that chicken gone?
I was about to immolate it. Bloody pessimist.
Apheori (GM): Rhu: The commotion wakes you as well.
Frezak (GM): I fill find biscuits and be miserable.
Apheori (GM): As you do so, Dave crashes into a nearby wall and slides off the disk.
Dave: Ow.
Rhu opens one eye, looks at Dave, looks at Amadi, and then closes his one open eye as tightly as he can.
Rhu: Five more minutes.
Amadi: Good morning.
Frezak (GM): I'll go see how the Mouseforged is doing.
Apheori (GM): So dave's lying in this awkward upside-down position against the wall.
It looks... weird.
Oozing. Almost like it's slightly melted.
The mouseforged, I mean.
Does.
Is.
Greibel did in fact start smoking and grinning as soon as he saw all this crazy stuff
The Gravedigger: Radek!
melty robot!
Rhu opens both his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a minute, waiting until he can be properly resigned to his lot.
Radek: Hrm?
Apheori (GM): Amadi loses control of the geese and they all fall on Rhu.
...and start squacking indignantly.
Rhu: IN THE NAME OF ---
Ganelon: Honk.
Apheori (GM): And flapping around.
Ganelon: Honk honk.
Apheori (GM): Yes.
Rhu gets up covered in feathers and, soon, bruises
Amadi: Tarnation and blimey!
Ganelon: Okay, so... melty robot. Sounds bad.
Amadi: Buggery planks!
Obsequious goat blowers!
Rhu:
rolling 1d20+8 acrobatics check to dodge geese over this table
(
4
)
+8
=
12
Ganelon: I mean, I know that Warforged apparently have some weird blood surrogate, but that would also be a bad thing to be leaking.
Amadi: Dementian blasting!
Apheori (GM): Rhu: You run into a goose while dodging, but get over the table unharmed.
Gan: It's leaking.
Ganelon: Leaking what!?
Apheori (GM): Silvery stuff!
Gaurav: Do the geese pursue Rhu? If not, he's going to walk over to Dave and help her up.
Frezak (GM): could be cheese.
Apheori (GM): You're the one who knows about warforged - is that normal?
Ganelon: Well, no!
Apheori (GM): Also there's a sphinx drooling on it.
It's still asleep.
Frezak (GM): THE TIME IS NOW
COUP DE GRACE
Apheori (GM): Naw, the geese are running away from everyone now.
Radek: You wanted danger, Gravy?
Remove the cat.
Gaurav: Oh good.
Apheori (GM): XD
Radek takes a step backwards.
Frezak (GM): I ready my best shovel.
Radek: Your Mouseforged is leaking.
Gaurav: Actually, Rhu is going to hang about here and watch Gravy.
Frezak (GM): I'll take a golfing stance.
LImber up my shoulders.
Ganelon: Somehow it's going to end up on one of our faces. I'm sure of it.
Apheori (GM): Rhu: They don't follow. And Dave yells at him before he can actually do anything.
Something about breaking her spine.
Oh.
Ghah.
Well, she still complains about having broken her spine, but I guess nobody notices except maybe Greibel.
The sphinx snores.
Ganelon: It would be insensitive to just ignore that, but we're talking about a robot in distress here!
Frezak (GM): Let's see, here.
SHovel attack... prone, unconcious.
Dave slowly slides down onto the floor, glaring at nothing in particular.
Frezak (GM): FOOOOOOOORE
rolling 1D20+7+5+2
(
15
)
+7+5+2
=
29
Rhu holds his breath
Dave: You... attacked the sphinx?
Frezak (GM): I'm swatting it.
Dave: With a shovel.
Frezak (GM): BRAVE, LIKE BEAR.
Dave: I... can't...
Frezak (GM): You said it was super tought!
Dave continues to lie there.
Frezak (GM): *tough*
The Gravedigger: It's magic, it'll be fine.
Apheori (GM): That's an attack roll?
Frezak (GM): Yeah.
Ganelon: Damn, man. Sooo close to a critical.
Amadi falls off the ceiling.
Apheori (GM): Well, the sphinx is pushed off the mouseforged like a sack of potatoes.
Unlike a sack of potatoes, it wakes up.
The Gravedigger: Mr Mousie!
Are you allright?
Apheori (GM): How much damage did you do?
Frezak (GM): Um.
Gaurav: Where did Amadi fall?
Frezak (GM): Well, I wasn't making a Coup De grace.
So this is... uh....
Apheori (GM): Whereever Rhu was. I forgot, so... thereish.
Gaurav: That's exactly where he was!
Frezak (GM):
rolling 1D10+4
(
1
)
+4
=
5
See?
Apheori (GM): You hit it with a shovel. That does damage.
Frezak (GM): A gentle shove.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
So it's annoyed.
Frezak (GM): MOre like a caress.
It's always annoyed.
Gaurav: A gentle, metallic caress.
Frezak (GM): Shovellullar love.
Apheori (GM): So there's a pile of somewhat upset upside-down cat on the floor.
And there's a pile of mouseforged in the tank.
It's not doing anything.
Greibel can't take it anymore and cracks up laughing hysterically
Apheori (GM): It's rather wet.
Ganelon: Not good.
Dave: Glad someone is amused.
Radek: Open the tank!
Frezak (GM): I OPEN THE TANK
Amadi gets up and looks around as though seeing the room for the first time.
Amadi: HI ROOM!
Ganelon: You're a great assistant, Gravy.
Apheori (GM): It was already open.
Sphinx was on it.
But anyway.
Ganelon: Oh, whoops.
Gaurav: Does the sphinx show any sign of looking to attack Gravy? Or anyone?
The Gravedigger: Greibel, I think Sandwich lady is too high.
Dave: ...hi?
Apheori (GM): The sphinx has started licking itself.
So... no.
...maybe.
Depending on how familiar you are with cats.
Ganelon: It's formulating grudges.
Frezak (GM): I'm expecting some cat ambush later.
Greibel: You're not too high until....uh.....
Greibel starts laughing again
Amadi starts laughing as well.
Ganelon: Okay, pretty much any kind of leaking is bad here, but the first thing I want to figure out is what the Mouseforged needs this silvery stuff for.
And where it's leaking out of. Those two are probably related.
Gaurav: Rhu is pretty familiar with cats, there were many around where he grew up. But he's not familiar with sphinxes, and licking itself seems like a fairly non-aggressive thing for a cat to be doing, so he walks over to Dave.
Rhu: (to Dave) Are you okay?
Frezak (GM): Gan. Radek no longer has his Pewter Surfer costume, right?
Ganelon: Correct.
Apheori (GM): Do warforged have any localised processing functions and memory/storage, or is it distributed?
Frezak (GM): Okay.
Dave: I'm great.
Frezak (GM): GO to the teleport room, and make it pull through whatever's waiting.
Dave: I'm just waiting for my spine to regrow.
Frezak (GM): Because It might think the stuff was a lifeform.
Ganelon: Their OS is a soul.
Frezak (GM): And then, you get it back, ad poke the silver.
Rhu: ...
Frezak (GM): And become the Herald of Galactus.
Apheori (GM): But what does the soul run on?
Ganelon: But I think you're actually describing computer terms I'm not familiar with.
Rhu: (to Dave) oh ... kay ...
Apheori (GM): >.<
Ganelon: Because I'm a programmer of games.
Gaurav: Is the soul all in one place (in the skull or heart or somewhere) or is it in multiple places?
Ganelon: I don't actually know a whole lot about the more fundamental hardware/software stuff.
Apheori (GM): That.
What Gaurav said.
Gaurav: P.S. I'm about to have my first carbonated drink since my wisdom teeth extraction. Wish me luck.
Apheori (GM): I suggest not using a straw.
It's probably fine by now, but still.
Ganelon: Oh.
Gaurav: It is, but no, no straw.
Ganelon: I'd say one place.
Apheori (GM): What place?
It's leaking from there.
Ganelon: Well they're humanoid robots, so probably the heart because nobody's ever creative about this sort of thing.
Also, shit.
Frezak (GM): Shit?
You want to check it's colon?
Ganelon: This is bad.
Frezak (GM): Liquid soul!
I start trying to mop it up.
Into a mug.
Gaurav: If it's the head, then you can do that cool thing where you can take its head with you and talk to it on occasion.
Frezak (GM): Except I doubt Mr Mousie is a great conversationalist.
Ganelon: "What say you, Mouseforged?"
"Squeak. Squeak."
"You always know how to cheer me up, Mouseforged. A-ha-ha-ha!"
Frezak (GM): GO FOR THE EYES, MOUSIE
*fling*
Gaurav: More fun than dragging a torso around with us, is all I'm saying.
hahaha
Frezak (GM): What, you want us to DECAPITATE HIM?
YOU MONSTER
Ganelon: Okay, so I guess this probably requires a magical check-up first.
Frezak (GM): You better have great AC? Mr AVenger.
Apheori (GM): You get some of it into the mug, but aren't very successful.
Ganelon: I want to know how the mouse soul is looking.
Frezak (GM): I TRY HARDER
Apheori (GM): Also it seems to be mixed with a bit of cat drool.
Frezak (GM): AAAAAGH
Gaurav: better than leaving him behind!
Frezak (GM): GORRAM CAT
Apheori (GM): YOU GET MORE INTO THE MUG!
Frezak (GM): SHALAS COUL TAKE YOU, CAT
Amadi suddenly stops laughing and just stares off into space as though shocked at something.
Ganelon: Arcana, then?
Amadi turns her head slowly toward Gravy and the others, and says, "Tofu?"
Gaurav: Rhu wanders over to the north door and has a look in the corridor
Apheori (GM): Aye.
Ganelon:
rolling 1d20+11
(
20
)
+11
=
31
Oh, phew.
Apheori (GM): Rhu: The corridor is dark and not very interesting. You can check for specific things if you'd like.
The Gravedigger: What, Sandwich Lady?
Apheori (GM): Radek: The mouse soul looks fine. This seems to be... the... other soul?
Amadi: TOFU!
Frezak (GM): Oh, shit.
OH NO.
NO NO NO.
BURN IT
Gaurav:
rolling 1d20+11 for signs of life in the corridor -- either current, or any sign that someone might have passed to since we dragged the dead elf out here
(
4
)
+11
=
15
Frezak (GM): BURN IT ALL
Ganelon: When did another soul get in here?
Frezak (GM): WE HAVE DONE SOMETHING VERY WRONG
Greibel expresses exaggerated shock at the statement and looks around
Frezak (GM): BURN IT ALLLLL
Apheori (GM): Gaurav: Seems to be nothing.
Frezak (GM): Get your bombs, Gan.
Radek: Oh!
Well that explains it.
Gaurav:
rolling 1d20+11 same check for the southern corridor
(
16
)
+11
=
27
Apheori (GM): Gaurav: You sense there may be undead in that direction.
Radek: The Mouseforged is leaking out remnants of a second soul because it wasn't designed to house two of them!
Ganelon: Spoken like nothing is wrong with that statement.
Apheori (GM): Well, it originally came with a soul. This might be that.
The Gravedigger: Oh, hells.
Radek: Here, let me see that cup.
Ganelon: I want to see if there's any "mouse" in the cup.
The Gravedigger: This has demon cat dribble in it.
Gaurav: The undead we saw when we came from the transporter along this corridor, or fresh -- er, less fully dead -- one?
Radek: That's probably fine.
Apheori (GM): Also, if I don't respond to something, poke me about. Sometimes I just miss stuff. >.<
Gaurav: Probably just the same. It's not a strong or immediate sense.
Is it possible to steal someone else's floating disk?
Rhu: What is the demon cat dribble like? Is it magical?
Apheori (GM): Arcana!
Frezak (GM): No, disks are stuck to the owner.
Ganelon:
rolling 1d20+11
(
19
)
+11
=
30
Apheori (GM): Stuck how?
Ganelon: I'm on fire today.
Frezak (GM): COntrol can't be taken.
Ganelon: Mental control belongs to the ritual caster.
Apheori (GM): What was this check for, exactly?
Frezak (GM): Magicalness of dribble?
Ganelon: For the cup of silvery stuff and cat spit.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
Ganelon: I mean, I was specifically looking to see if there was any mouse soul in it.
Apheori (GM): There does not appear to be any mouse in it, but it does seem to be full of... other memory.
And fine, the dribble is magical. You happy?
Frezak (GM): I feel that my character's expertise is not the most valuable knowledge in this endeavour.
Amadi: Greibel! Have you made room for the tuna?
Tuna!
Greibel: I've always got room for tuna!
Amadi: Where is it?
Radek: ...Yes, good.
Amadi: Where is it!
Greibel points to his stomach
Greibel: In here!
Amadi: WHERE IS IT!
Radek: The mouse soul isn't leaking out. It's the other one instead.
The Gravedigger: WHEW
Greibel: Cool it! We'll find it!
The Gravedigger: I was worried for a bit.
Amadi: YAY!
Wait, what?
Apheori (GM): Meanwhile Dave pulls herself back onto the disk and proceeds to lie on that instead of the floor.
Radek: That said, it would be helpful to gather up what we can of this one.
It has a memory I should like to dig through.
Ganelon: We're probably going to need something bigger than a cup for that.
The Gravedigger: You can have my mug.
Radek: Thank you.
Bear Soup Guy: I'm hoping that Radek literally reads its mind by rummaging through the weird liquid
Ganelon: He scrutinizes it with a microscope and then stirs.
Apheori (GM): Aww.
Ganelon: That's not a legit action.
He doesn't do that. Yet.
Apheori (GM): So you gather up as much as you can. It's full of drool, but you seem to get most of it.
And the thing has stopped leaking.
So there's that.
Ganelon: Excellent.
I'll put it into something a little more secure than a cup (like a stoppered flask) and finally direct my attention towards Dave.
Apheori (GM): Dave is lying on a disk looking disgruntled.
Radek: You made this?
Dave: I guess?
Radek: Well, you're the one commanding it, at least.
Why are you lying like that?
Dave: My spine is broken.
It'll regrow.
I think.
Radek: Unfortunate. I recommend ceramic reinforcement if that happens often.
Rhu: I've never heard of stuff like that, spines regrowing by themselves. Does that happen often?
Dave: I don't know if it does or not.
Frezak (GM): Ceramics? REALLY?
Taht's for thermal protection or ablative armour.
Ganelon: Yes.
Apheori (GM): Ceramics are actually incredibly strong.
Or they can be.
Frezak (GM): IN future times?
Ganelon: Do you really want heat-conductive metal fused to your spine?
Apheori (GM): Dude, she would.
Rhu: Gan: oof
Frezak (GM): I don't want ceramics!
Ganelon: She's weird.
Apheori (GM): Yes.
Ganelon: Most people with functioning nerves don't enjoy the touch of sun-baked metal.
Apheori (GM): Most people.
Frezak (GM): An external spine, now?
Ganelon: No, no.
Frezak (GM): Madness.
Ganelon: But I'm pretty sure that metal prosthetics do get really uncomfortable in hot temperatures.
Frezak (GM): Future metals, man.
Amadi walks over to Dave and straightens out her spine.
Amadi: There. All fixed.
Ganelon: ...Is it actually all fixed, or just straight?
Apheori (GM): Hard to tell.
Gaurav: o.0
Frezak (GM): HEAL CHECK
Apheori (GM): Dave doesn't seem to want to test it. She's not moving and looking slightly worried.
Frezak (GM): Anyone have Heal?
It's Wis.
I have 2.
Rhu?
Ganelon: I have 8.
Gaurav: My heal is +9
Bear Soup Guy: I have uh
10 I think, I'll check
Frezak (GM): WELL FUCK YOU GUYS
Gaurav: but the last time I tried to heal Dave, I killed her, so I'm going to hang back
Bear Soup Guy: Yeah, 10
Frezak (GM): I HAVE 18 STR.
AND I CAN'T LIFT SHIT.
Ganelon: Because while it would be amusing to have the guy tossing out med-hypos to have no actual medical knowledge, it would also be incredibly dangerous.
Apheori (GM): Dude, you tried lifting a car!
Gaurav: A cat big enough to hold us all
car*
Apheori (GM): Well, someone try something.
Greibel composes himself and then walks over to Dave
Greibel: Open your mouth and say "ah"
Greibel chuckles a bit before straightening back up
Dave: Dave does so, looking confused.
Oops.
Apheori (GM): THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A /ME
Bear Soup Guy: What die do I use for a heal roll?
Apheori (GM): d20 + mod
Gaurav: It's a skill
Bear Soup Guy: Ah, right-o
Oh duhr, I should have known that >_<
Greibel: How many fingers am I holding up?
Greibel keeps changing the number of fingers and switches hands occasionally
Frezak (GM): Just change what KIND of hand.
Greibel:
rolling 1d20+10 then he whacks her on the back by surprise
(
8
)
+10
=
18
Dave: Nine so far?
Agh!
Apheori (GM) almost falls off the disk, and then it starts floating away.
Dave almost falls off the disk, and then it starts floating away.
Apheori (GM): Ghuh.
Tabs, that's the proper handling for this sort of thing. Not selects.
Select elements are horrible.
Unless you're selecting language or something.
Bear Soup Guy: I agree
Apheori (GM): They're okay for one-time things.
But that's it.
Okay, so Dave floated away from Greibel.
But she's also moving again, and tries sitting up.
Greibel: Another satisfied customer
Ganelon: Oh, right.
Apheori (GM): And having determined she seems to be fine again, makes herself comfortable.
Ganelon: These HP bars remind me that we should be healthy again after an extended rest.
Bear Soup Guy: That we should
Dave glides over to Radek.
Dave watches him, possibly uncomfortably.
Rhu: If we're done here, we should get a move on. There are undead down this way, but I don't think there's too many of them.
Radek: ...Did you want something, Dave?
Apheori (GM): That's the way you came, though.
What about the other way?
PANIC.
PAAAAANIC.
Gaurav: I thought the corridor went on past this door?
Ganelon: Isn't that the way that someone else came in?
Apheori (GM): ...sorry.
Well, yes.
You all cam in that way.
Ganelon: I thought we approached this room from two different directions.
Apheori (GM): But the others came from one direction down that corridor, and you from the other.
Gaurav: oh!
yeah, I thought Greibel came in through the north door too
Frezak (GM): We could just smash our way to the teleporter?
Dave: Probably. I should know what, shouldn't I?
But I should know a lot of things.
Rhu: I'd like to find out where we were transported to when we came here: same planet, different planet, space ship ...
Dave: We're underground.
Rhu: These tanks that Amadi keeps appears in, they're not teleports, are they?
Greibel: I don't remember teleporting anywhere
Apheori (GM): Radek at least would know they're basic holding tanks, and not very good ones, at that.
Rhu: (to Dave) Oh, are we? We got here through a teleport, but the other end of the teleport is underground too. Under a well in the town of Coffle, the seat of Deslan, on That Planet Which Only Had The One Big Hole
Apheori (GM): Amadi disappears.
You may or may not even notice.
Ganelon: She does that a lot. At the very least I wouldn't react strongly.
Gaurav: Rhu does, since he's looking towards everybody else. But he pays it no heed.
Dave: There is a lot of rock up there. (points up*
*
Rhu: (to Greibel) Maybe you were teleported and you didn't notice?
Greibel: That is...
Greibel looks at his bong
Greibel: Totally possible
Rhu nods at Greibel
Rhu: (to Dave) How do you know we're underground?
Amadi appears behind Greibel.
Dave: I just... do?
I can sense the rock. Rock and space. It has warmth.
Frezak (GM): DO THE STONES SING TO ME?
Apheori (GM): No.
Frezak (GM): Bah.
Gaurav: How warm is it in here?
Rhu: If there's anything left to explore in the southern corridor, I think we should explore that first. I remember we stopped looked when we heard voices and come in here. Once we're done investigating there, we can go through the north door.
Apheori (GM): Not decidedly warm, but not cold. A bit chilly.
A bit damp.
Amadi whispers in Greibel's ear: "Dribbly and full of goo."
Greibel straightens up, a bit confused
The Gravedigger: All right!
Let's go exploring!
Ganelon: Let's get the Mouseforged moving before we just abandon it here.
Amadi: Jiggly and full of juice!
Ganelon: Nobody asked about the porridge, too.
These aren't even my pets and I take better care of them than you blackhearts.
Apheori (GM): XD
Rhu: Oh, right, the Mouseforged.
Apheori (GM): The porridge is a lot bigger than it was, but it's just sitting there.
Rhu: The porridge just .. is. The Mouseforged less so. And it'd probably be a good idea to lose the sphinx at some point, if such things were possible.
Gaurav: Damnit, I forgot the porridge has its own avatar. That's hilarious.
The porridge jiggle jiggle
The Gravedigger: Rhu, everything you says sounds full of wisdom.
Amadi mutters to herself about mean, cold-hearted individuals and clucks disapprovingly.
Amadi then walks over and picks up the sphinx and puts it on like a hat.
Gaurav: That +4 WIS really shining through, huh.
Frezak (GM): Gravy is blinded.
Hopefully his muscles can gleam you into blindly following him one day.
Ganelon: I think he's already blindly following you.
Gaurav: Rhu will follow anybody leading us down this corridor, for instance.
Frezak (GM): HAVE AT THEE, CORRIDOR.
I'll swish my shovel at the darkness.
Dave floats her disk over toward the corridor as well.
Gaurav: Where does Dave go in our usual walking order?
Apheori (GM): The darkness makes funny noises and disperses a bit.
Rhu: That's ... worrying. What about the Mouseforged?
The Gravedigger: I'm not sure darkness should make noises.
Amadi: Hey, don't do that!
Rhu: Definitely prefer silent darkness, myself.
We still have torches, don't w-- (to Amadi) Eh?
The Gravedigger equips horn-light-things.
Ganelon: I would like to be quite sure that the Mouseforged is okay now that all its excess soul has been removed.
Amadi: What did the darkness ever do to you?
The Gravedigger: It made me trip!
And ate my lunch!
Ganelon: And to think, without wasting years in a Jazz career no less.
Amadi: That wasn't very nice of it.
Rhu: Radek: Good point. Do it. We'll wait.
Apheori (GM): DOOO IT.
Gaurav: I guess Heal checks are useless against the Mouseforged? Only Arcana checks will do?
Apheori (GM): Yes.
It seems fine, but you'll need to do a check and maybe get it onto its feet?
Hard to say.
Or you could load it onto Dave's disk if you want to take it with you.
Gaurav: Have we figured out Dave's class yet?
Ganelon:
rolling 1d20+11
(
8
)
+11
=
19
Hrm.
Frezak (GM): Dave's Class is 'Whatever'.
Whateverer.
Ganelon: Well, I don't know if I'm actually strong enough to pick it up, if it's not putting most of the effort in already.
Apheori (GM): Gravy is the one who cares.
Yeah, it seems fine to you. Try smacking it.
Radek smacks the Mouseforged sternly.
The Gravedigger: Hey!
That doesn't look like science!
THat's animal cruelty!
Or robot cruelty.
Or something.
Ganelon: Does it get up?
Apheori (GM): It wakes up and makes mouse noises.
Gaurav: Yay!
The Gravedigger: Hey, Mr Mousie!
Yoo-hoo!
Oh, sorry.
Squeak, squeak.
Radek: I know what I'm doing.
The Gravedigger: Well, you're not going to say otherwise ever if you were!
Apheori (GM): The mouseforged gets up and falls over.
Rhu: Oof.
Careful, Mr. Mousie.
Ganelon: I'll take my usual spot of "behind all the thugs" in this marching order.
The Gravedigger: Hrrrm.
Can we borrow your disk, Davenotdave?
Dave: What?
Oh... I suppose.
Dave looks reluctant.
Apheori (GM): ...mostly to get up.
Frezak (GM): What?
Apheori (GM): She's sitting on it.
Ganelon: Honestly, she's so light you could probably just give her a piggyback ride.
Or... whatever the "standing upright" version of those are called.
Frezak (GM): She can sit on the mouseforged once the latter is on the disk.
Ganelon: Ah, of course.
Frezak (GM): Unless he's made of neutronium.
Gaurav: I'm not sure how stable a tiny Whateverer perched on a robot sitting on a disk which is floating in mid-air will be, but
anything to get us out this door, really
Bear Soup Guy: XD
Frezak (GM): yeah >.>
Rhu: We could leave Mr. Mousie in here. If the corridor goes somewhere interesting, we'll come back for him. Otherwise, we'll need to teleport out, and we'd be apssing by this room anyway.
Frezak (GM): Yeah.
He's not going anywhere >.>
Ganelon: So you say.
Frezak (GM): Put him in a tank or something!
SOMETHING
THe tanks close, right?
We can just lock him in.
And get going.
Ganelon: Fine, but if that upsets Greibel I'm not claiming responsibility for it.
Dave slides off the disk and bounces it off Gravy a few times.
Frezak (GM): What, like a slowmo horizontal yo-yo?
Rhu: We could tip one of the tanks over and roll it down the corridor. We'd have to pad it reaaaaallllyyy well though.
Radek: ...No, I think it would prefer isolation to that.
The Gravedigger: that'd take ages.
I could just DRAG him.
Oh, thanks, Davenotdave.
Frezak (GM): I'll heave Mousie on it AND ON WE GO
Gaurav: TO MYSTERY!
Dave eyes it suspiciously and then doesn't climb on top.
Ganelon: TO UNDEAD!
Rhu: How's your back, Dave?
Gaurav: I guess Gravy-with-the-glowing-horns is in the lead?
Frezak (GM): I'm the defender.
's my job to stand and take hits.
Also means I can Gravycharge.
Bear Soup Guy: THE GRAVY TANK
Dave: A back.
Frezak (GM): HAH
Dave: Train.
Apheori (GM): ooc
Gaurav: Okay, so we walk out into the southern corridor. Gravy ahead, then me, Radek and Greibel.
Where should Dave be?
Ganelon: She's some kind of wizardly sort, so probably around the middle where it's safest.
Bear Soup Guy: ^
Gaurav: Between me and Radek then.
LET'S GO
Bear Soup Guy: ONWARD TO GLORY
And pie
Frezak (GM): And hideous abominations.
Gaurav: And pie
DM?
Apheori (GM): Right, you move on.
Dave and Amadi wind up side-by-side not talking to each other.
Frezak (GM): Oh dear.
Gaurav: I'll need to leave for class in another 55 minutes or so.
Apheori (GM): Okay. >.<
You encounter a closet.
Wait, which way do you go?
Gaurav: Sorry.
We came in from the left of the map, so towards the right?
Apheori (GM): The way Greibel came from?
Okay.
You encounter a closet.
Rhu opens the closet
Apheori (GM): You encounter a solid wall of ice.
Frezak (GM): YOU FOOL
THERE IS NO ICE
Rhu: ...
Frezak (GM): ONLY ZUUUUUUL
Ganelon: I was totally expecting there to be skeletons in the closet.
Frezak (GM): I was expecting 70 zombies.
Rhu touches ice wall
Frezak (GM): Since a time in L4D when I found 0 zombies in a bathroom.
Apheori (GM): It's ice.
Rhu: Huh.
Frezak (GM): GRAVY SMASH
Or not?
Smashy?
Rhu: Why not?
Ganelon: Why not?
Rhu shines a light at the ice to see if I can see anything beyond it
Bear Soup Guy: We could try to melt it with FIRE BIRDS
Apheori (GM): Rhu: It looks pretty solid.
Rhu checks the closet door to see if there's a sign marked "ICE"
Frezak (GM): I have Roots of Stone that 'Creates a zone of rippling Earth" that might be used to churn up some ice into slushpuppies.
Dave: Ice?
Apheori (GM): No sign.
Frezak (GM): Ice-closet, of course.
Ganelon: Actually, we could try to melt it too.
Gaurav: "Dry riser and ice wall"
Ganelon: I have Alchemist's Fire.
Frezak (GM): Have you tried melting a block of solid ice with fire?
Rhu: (to Dave) Yes, ice.
In a closet. Underground.
Without a sign.
The Gravedigger: You expect things to make sense now?
The Gravedigger scoffs.
The Gravedigger scoff again.
The Gravedigger thinks scoffing is fun.
Gaurav: A good scoff is its own reward.
Bear Soup Guy:
rolling 1d20+12 Nature to see if I can find out how the ice got there or something?
(
2
)
+12
=
14
Apheori (GM): BSG: It appears to have... frozen.
The entire room froze.
Filled with something and froze.
Bear Soup Guy: So it's an ice closet then
Wait, is it specifically water ice or some other substance?
Rhu: This whole place is kind of damp. I guess that's just 'cos we're underground?
Apheori (GM): It looks like water, and it didn't take Rhu's hand off.
The Gravedigger: Melt some.
See if it's salt or sweet water.
If it's salt water, maybe leave it alone.
Bear Soup Guy: ah, good idea
Rhu: Is it fire bird time?
Bear Soup Guy: Fire bird or alchemist's fire
Frezak (GM): Fire bird is free.
Ganelon: Bird's a renewable resource.
Frezak (GM): Bring on the birds!
Bear Soup Guy: Ah, okay
Ganelon: Napalm is nice because it blasts an area.
But if we're just melting the water to taste it, that's not necessary.
Bear Soup Guy: Should I do an attack roll against an ice wall or do we just assume that a wall of ice is bad at dodging fire birds?
Gaurav: You should attack roll. You might fall over or something.
Apheori (GM): Do it.
Bear Soup Guy: right-o
rolling 1d20+5
(
13
)
+5
=
18
Frezak (GM): Birrrrds
Of firrrre
Greibel should shout out his power names.
Every time he uses them.
Apheori (GM): Fire bird stuff happens! You melt a bit. It turns kind of black.
Frezak (GM): Black?
Cold plastic?
Bear Soup Guy: I imagine Greibel's eyes turn to fire briefly and fizzle out over time
nice
Bear Soup Guy:
rolling 1d20+12 Taste the melty stuff
(
15
)
+12
=
27
Apheori (GM): It tastes like burnt fish.
Gaurav: OH NO
Apheori (GM): Seawater, perhaps.
Gaurav: if you'd rolled a 1, would your tongue have frozen to the ice block?
Apheori (GM): Yes.
Bear Soup Guy: XD
Ganelon: NOT THE FISH AGAIN
Greibel: Sea water with....well, a high concentration of fish.
Rhu: F..fish?
Not ... giant fish?
The Gravedigger: NEXT DOOR
NOTHING TO SEE HERE.
Rhu looks nervously up and down the corridor.
The Gravedigger: PUT THE BIRDS AWAY
Greibel: Giant fish don't taste much different from regular fish
The Gravedigger: That is valuable information and I will remember that, Greibel.
Amadi: I've got a sack of fish!
Apheori (GM): Do you move on to the next?
Gaurav: YES
Frezak (GM): Yup
Gaurav: Messing with even potentially giant fish is not worth it
Ganelon: Never again.
Bear Soup Guy: Plus we might get flooded by some hole to the ocean
Gaurav: Oooh, good point
Rhu closes the closet door.
Bear Soup Guy: Like in Journey To The Centre Of The Earth
Rhu: That would suggest that this simple closet door could hold back an ocean's worth of water, though.
Apheori (GM): You encounter another door!
The Gravedigger: Or a Hole at the bottom of an ocean.
Dave: We should turn around.
Rhu: Huh? Why? We are Discovering New Things!
Dave: The space. It isn't right.
Greibel: Yeah. We discovered a walk-in freezer.
Ganelon: Uh oh.
Amadi: It's okay. I know how to swim.
SWIMMMMING LIKE A SHARK!
Rhu: What's not right about the space?
The Gravedigger: I've yet to see anything 'right' since we got here.
Amadi: Sharks!
Everywhere!
Amadi flails.
Dave: Er...
Dave moves away from Amadi.
Apheori (GM): There are some things you just cannot put down in text very wel.
Like talking like GIR.
Rhu: GIR?
Gaurav: sorry: GIR?
Apheori (GM): A crazy robot.
Ganelon: I know who.
Your example was not totally lost.
Gaurav: Shall we open this new door?
We haven't gotten very far from the Terrible Lab, have we?
Apheori (GM): You're a bit away.
Let's just say you've passed some other doors that were completely uninteresting.
Like the one that opened into an empty lunchroom.
And a pile of offices with bones on the desks.
Ganelon: Well, I'll do an Arcana if that's alright.
To see if there's something wrong, magically, with the room ahead.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
Ganelon:
rolling 1d20+11
(
3
)
+11
=
14
Seems okay to me!
Apheori (GM): Nothing odd.
Amadi opens the door and yells 'TUNA' at the top of her lungs.
Then she runs in and disappears.
To everyone else, it just looks dark.
Shine a light in.
Frezak (GM): Everywhere I look is illuminated.
Since I have torches strapped to my head.
Apheori (GM): Okay, so Gravy looks in!
It's full of beds and not very interesting.
There are some cabinets.
And some corpses in the beds.
Living quarters.
Gaurav: How many beds?
Apheori (GM): 18
Rhu looks through the cabinets
Greibel looks too
Apheori (GM): Personal items, random stuff, some money, some trinkets.
A dead rat.
Ganelon: Money!
Gaurav: are all the corpses in their beds?
Apheori (GM): Some are on the floor.
Gaurav: Right. Should we keep going?
Rhu: (to Dave) Is this space any better? In terms of ... spaciness?
Dave: It's going to cave in.
Rhu: o.0
That's not good.
Frezak (GM): TO THE TELEPORTERS
Ganelon: Grab the pocket change and flee!
Rhu: I don't like the transporters, but, that might be best. A cave-in would be a very bad thing indeed.
Dave: You scrounged up 47g, six rings, two necklaces, two boxes of pills, a dead rat, and a packet of seeds.
Apheori (GM): Sorry, ooc
You scrounged up 47g, six rings, two necklaces, two boxes of pills, a dead rat, and a packet of seeds.
Rhu: Nice!
Gaurav: Who wants to keep the loot? I've got way too much crap already or I would.
Frezak (GM): Rhu?
Since both my hands are full, when expecting trouble.
Ganelon: Radek carries a lot of junk already and his hands are also full during combat.
Gaurav: Okay. I got it.
So: run?
Frezak (GM): YEP
Ganelon: Solid plan.
Rhu takes off, helter-skelter, for the transporter room.
Frezak (GM): SIR ROBIN TIME
Let me go in front.
I can just plow through any skellies.
Because I am strong, like Bear.
Amadi: You all run for it, then?
Apheori (GM): Dammit.
You all run for it, then?
Gaurav: *exactly* like Bear
Apheori (GM): Sorry, not Amadi.
Frezak (GM): Well, /I/'m running.
Gaurav: You can go in front of me if you can catch up.
Frezak (GM): Dunno about YOU guys :P
Gaurav: Which, given our relative STR and CON, is likely
Frezak (GM): I have trouble cornering once I have speed :P
Gaurav: I _think_ it's a straight corridor :P
Frezak (GM): Aren't you elfy, though?
Ganelon: I tend to trust Gravy when it comes to fight/flight responses.
Frezak (GM): Don't you have a speed bonus?
Gaurav: If not, well, aim for the transporters and ignore the walls
Oh, right, you're _not_ elfy
Frezak (GM): No.
I'm Gravy.
-y
I'm SPECIAL
Apheori (GM): Well, you all run away. Amadi appears running with you singing 'Brave, Brave Sir Robin'.
Frezak (GM): THANKS
If we see a three-headed ogre, he's getting a taste of Gravy.
A generous portion.
Right tot he face.
*to the face
Gaurav: Any signs of impending collapse as we run?
Frezak (GM): Someone should have insighted her >.>
Apheori (GM): There are some horrible noises from back the way you came and it sounds like it did indeed cave in.
Frezak (GM): Oh, nice.
Gaurav: There was no time.
I'm all for having a discussion as to the cave-in-i-ness of this corridor, but in the transporter room where we can make a quick exit.
Speaking of quick exits ... I should get going to community ecology class.
Apheori (GM): Well, it all seems to be done as you pass the lab you spent the night in.
Gaurav: Which should be fun, given that the paper we had to read was horrible.
have*
keep going, and let me know how the cave-in ends!
Apheori (GM): Huh.
Bear Soup Guy: Adios Gaurav!
Ganelon: Well, unless I've left my things behind in this room, I've got no reason to stop.
Frezak (GM): We have mouseforged.
Keep on trukkin
Ganelon: My books, tools, and those blueprints are important to me too.
Gaurav: Or indeed tearing through the corridor at a furious pace
byeeeeeeeee
Apheori (GM): Amadi drags Dave into that room. Everyone else keeps running.
Ganelon: Yep.
Frezak (GM): Wait.
Mousie is on Dave's disk.
SORRY, MOUSIE
Apheori (GM): Oh, yeah, the disk follows her.
Frezak (GM): Welp.
It was nice having fun mocking Nature.
But I have holes to dig in the future.
Apheori (GM): So you get back to the teleport room. Everything is quiet again.
Everyone's sort of freaked out and breathing heavily, but all is calm...
Frezak (GM): FOR NOW
I play my Betrayal Card and become a Wyvern.
Apheori (GM): Funny.
Seriously, though, do stuff before I make Rhu start poking the controls randomly.
Ganelon: I'll tell Greibel about those locations that were trapped.
And everyone to use the thing single-file.
To prevent improper reassembly.
Apheori (GM): So you... what, try to send Gravy through first?
Frezak (GM): ehhhh.
It takes after me.
Being so mighty
Ganelon: Sure.
It worked out alright the first time.
Apheori (GM): Okay. Gravy goes and stands on the dias, you hit... which button
?
Ganelon: I forget what they are by number, but the numbered one that wasn't here or one of the two traps.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
Ganelon: And therefore not "end" or whatever that last one said.
Apheori (GM): Out.
There's the usual light play, and then it makes a funny noise and dumps a bunch of silvery stuff on Gravy.
Radek: That's not good.
Frezak (GM): AAAAGH
NO NO NO
Apheori (GM): (It looks like what was coating Radek before.)
Frezak (GM): SET ME ON FIRE
GET IT OFFF
Apheori (GM): It mostly just slides off and winds up in a puddle.
You get the rest off too.
Frezak (GM): Whew.
HOLD THE FIRE
Radek: Is that...
The Gravedigger: It's Mr Gooples, yes.
Ganelon: Might I inspect the stuff to see if it is, in fact, the same as what was covering me?
The Gravedigger: The Silver Surfed.
Apheori (GM): It is.
But now it's puddly.
As opposed to coaty.
Frezak (GM): I DID TELL YOU.
Ganelon: I stand on the dais!
Radek: This substance is marvelous. Hit that button again!
Apheori (GM): I suppose Rhu hits the button.
Some more silvery stuff winds up falling on Radek and then the entire thing dies.
But it also slides off him.
Radek: ...Bah.
Frezak (GM): PUT IT IN A MUG
Ganelon: Last time I tried to collect some, it just vanished.
Apheori (GM): But this time it's a puddle.
Ganelon: Alright, I'll get some in the mug (which should be empty now).
Radek: This is troublesome. What's wrong with the teleporter?
Apheori (GM): It appears to be broken, as though all the energy is gone.
Greibel: Well, it's wet with silver stuff, for one thing.
Radek: It's... out of power, or not receiving it.
Greibel: Maybe...somebody's been here since the last time you were?
Frezak (GM): If only we had a friendly mouse to follow the power cables.....
Apheori (GM): Alas.
Ganelon: Oh sure, make me look like a jerk *now*.
Radek: We won't be able to use it like this.
Frezak (GM): Crud.
See if Greibel can remember how he got here?
Bear Soup Guy: He might have some vague recollection
But he did just mostly wander
Greibel: If we can find a room with a cat god shrine, I know the way back out from there.
Frezak (GM): Some kind of check?
TO... de-bong?
Bear Soup Guy shrugs
Frezak (GM): WHY DID YOU NOT LAY OUT STRING
Check the floor for a coke trail.
Apheori (GM): Sure, do a... uh...
Intelligence check.
Bear Soup Guy: righto
d20 plus modifier, right?
Apheori (GM): Right! I guess.
Ganelon: Yes, that's it.
Bear Soup Guy:
rolling 1d20+2 SMARTZ
(
13
)
+2
=
15
Ganelon: Those are some smartz there.
(You actually add your 1/2 level bonus to this too)
Frezak (GM): Given that he's drugged up to the eyeballs, yeah.
Bear Soup Guy: Yeah, that's after the half level bonus
I think
Apheori (GM): You passed a chicken.
Bear Soup Guy: That's what my card thing says
Apheori (GM): Also you came... from...
Was that what collapsed?
You dunno!
Frezak (GM): AWESOME.
Let's go see where it collapsed.
MAYBE WE CAN DIG THROUGH IT
Ganelon: Of course you'd be excited at that possibility.
Apheori (GM): Of course he is.
Ganelon: Well, I agree with going there to assess the damage.
And it'd be nice to see where those other people we abandoned are.
Bear Soup Guy: Right. Cave-in's probably over
Apheori (GM): Yeah, it's all quiet now.
The others ran into the lab on the way.
You haven't heard anything since.
What do you do?
Ganelon: Are they all just gone?
I thought we were passing through the lab to get here.
Frezak (GM): I can prolly track 'em if not.
The DCs to track on stone are high, but I have Gravysense.
Ganelon: Indeed.
Apheori (GM): You passed by the lab, not through.
Ganelon: Oh, okay.
Apheori (GM): They ran into it.
Ganelon: I wouldn't trust anyone with Amadi to not just vanish, though.
Apheori (GM): You'll not know until you look.
Or something.
Ganelon: Let's look.
This escape route is exhausted.
Frezak (GM): TO THE LAB
Apheori (GM): The lab!
It looks like how you left it. Nobody's there.
Go out the other side, or pass it to check out the cave in?
Frezak (GM): I want to track the ladies.
Hard ground DC is... 25.
rolling 1D20+10+9+1
(
20
)
+10+9+1
=
40
All is revealed.
Ganelon: If I had a god, I would blaspheme its name right now.
Apheori (GM): Yeah, they went out the other side. Also there are some bits of tuna.
Why?
Frezak (GM): I'll follow the tracks until I find ladies.
Ganelon: Because that roll is ridiculous!
Apheori (GM): You find more bits of tuna on the way.
Frezak (GM): Fresh tuna?
Apheori (GM): But the track leads you to a... presentation room of sorts.
Canned tuna bits.
Frezak (GM): Oh,t hat's all right then.
Apheori (GM): It's a circular room with seats around the center, where a hologram is currently flickering about. Amadi and Dave are fiddling with a console on the other side of it, but the sphinx is draped across half of it so it's hard to tell how they'd make any progress.
The mouseforged was apparently dumped across a few seats.
Did everyone else follow you?
Ganelon: I did.
When his eyes start glowing like searchlights I don't question it.
Frezak (GM): Lucky I didn't turn around and blind you.
"They went over here, guys-"
"AAAAAH MY EYES"
Ganelon: "Oh wow, you've got some real skin problems."
Frezak (GM): HAH
Apheori (GM): Guys. Do stuff.
Bear Soup Guy: I'll stroll over to Amadi and Dave and watch their console-hackery
Frezak (GM): What IS the hologram that is being projected?
You said it was flickery, but is there something we can see?
Dave: Amadi's just poking random buttons and Dave is half-heartedly trying to move the sphinx, but most of the attempts turn into ear scratching and whatnot.
Apheori (GM): Dammit.
Ganelon: Figures.
Apheori (GM): Amadi's just poking random buttons and Dave is half-heartedly trying to move the sphinx, but most of the attempts turn into ear scratching and whatnot.
Ganelon: I'll do some REAL science to this console.
Dave: Oh, hello.
Ganelon: And poke buttons... purposefully.
Dave: (to Greibel)
Radek: The teleporter is powerless. We can't use it to escape.
What's all this?
Greibel: I see you found one of Radek's friends
Apheori (GM): It's a figure of a man, dressed like some sort of wizard or scientist. He seems to be speaking, but there's no sound. It's flickering between segments.
Dave: Some sort of recording. I think...
Well, if somebody would stop messing with it, maybe we could hear what he said?
Dave gives Amadi a significant look.
Amadi: (poking random buttons) WHASSIS DO? WHASSIS DO?
Greibel: It's really the only way to learn
Greibel presses a few curiously
Dave picks up the sphinx and dumps it on Amadi's head.
Amadi: I'M BLINDED I'M BLINDED IT'S THE DARK!
Amadi runs around in circles, trips over a chair, and disappears, leaving the sphinx suddenly occupying the chair.
Frezak (GM): Gravy will just... stand, having nothing to contribute.
Watchfully check chairs for popcorn?
Radek: Right then.
Ganelon: NOW I will press buttons purposefully.
I don't suppose there's a volume knob, huh?
Amadi: It looks like it was just muted. You can also start it from the beginning.
Apheori (GM): AGH.
It looks like it was just muted. You can also start it from the beginning.
Ganelon: I do this gladly.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
Dammit, the humidifier is grinding again.
Frezak (GM): Disgusting.
Stop giving it Viagra.
Apheori (GM): You start it from the beginning with sound.
The man in the recording just stands there for a bit, as though trying to figure out what to say...
Hologram: So this is it, then? The end? It wasn't supposed to end like this.
Never is.
Radek: I used to love watching my colleagues' tapes of this sort of thing.
Hologram: If you're hearing this, then we're all dead. Call the rescue off. You'll find nothing. At least... I hope you'll find nothing.
Frezak (GM): AWESOME
MOTIVATIONAL AS SHIT
Hologram: Consider your mission reassigned. This is no longer a rescue, but an extermination.
Frezak (GM): "it's the cats.
THe damned cats.
It was them, all along."
Hologram: Since we lost contact with the surface, things have only gotten worse.
The dead... have no stayed dead. The living have... disappeared? I'm not even sure.
I don't know when we lost contact, either. Time got funny, the walls got... funny.
But if you're here things will have calmed down. So don't worry too much about that.
Apheori (GM): He stops, thinking.
Frezak (GM): Sounds like Sarathi to me.
Radek: I don't think it had anything to do with the rifts.
Hologram: I don't think it had anything to do with the rifts.
Apheori (GM): DAMMIT.
This is awful!
Ganelon: Stealing control of my character! How could you!?
Apheori (GM): This interface is just awful!
I hate it!
Blame the terrible interface.
Seriously, I could probably write something better myself.
Ganelon: Well, I like that R20 exists.
Frezak (GM): I don't have problems with it.
Given the alternative, I'm not complaining.
Ganelon: Lets me play D&D with people who live like six timezones apart from me.
And without much hassle at that.
Bear Soup Guy: Except for the interface
Frezak (GM): You should have seen what I used to use.
Apheori (GM): Eh, it's good that it's there, but the interface for switching in and out of characters is no better than using an IRC client.
Frezak (GM): Ancient version of MapTools.
Just awful, it was.
Apheori (GM): Well, konversation, anyway. Actually it's exactly the same as konversation, now that I think about it.
Except konversation isn't a platform for handling multiple characters...
Apheori (GM) rants a bit.
Hologram: I don't know what it was.
Hologram shakes his head.
Hologram: We're supposed to know these things, right? Recording the final log, telling those who will come after exactly what went wrong?
Except everyone who knew is already dead. I'm already dead. We're all dead and there will be no answers.
Radek: You'd be surprised how often they don't.
Hologram: Dispose of the labs. clean up the experiments. Exterminate the dead, and close this place.
And don't tell my wife.
Apheori (GM): He walks out of the circle and the recording ends.
The Gravedigger: Not... super helpful.
Apheori (GM): There are other recordings, though. Earlier logs, different projects...
Dave: How helpful would you be?
Ganelon: If possible, I'd like to just take 'em with me.
Apheori (GM): Would you have anything with which to play them back?
Also it would have been a lot more helpful had I not been so depressed and actually written the whole thing ahead of time like I planned.
The Gravedigger: I'd say something about the experiments, or something helpful about HOW to exterminate stuff.
Apheori (GM): Being depressed sucks.
Ganelon: It does, by definition, suck.
Apheori (GM): Can I just add some things that were supposed to be mentioned and we all pretend they were? >.>
Ganelon: I have that portable computer that might be out of power.
And yes, I'm fine with that.
Frezak (GM): Absolutely, DM.
Apheori (GM): Okay, pretend he said something about getting back to Arah, and something about how the contagion spread but when the countermeasures were enacted that should have dissipated it, which is unfortunate, really, because otherwise it might have been possible to figure out what it was or where it came from...
And how the reason it wouldn't have been connected to the rift stuff was because those experiments never breached containment, and the subjects were all inert...
Frezak (GM): Now this is more helpful.
I TAKE IT MOSTLY BACK MR HOLOGRAM SIR
Apheori (GM): And also something about how if the other Orders wouldn't keep interfering this probably wouldn't have happened.
AND THAT I THINK IS IT.
Ganelon: Getting back, huh...
Frezak (GM): ooooh
Ganelon: So they were probably stranded like us?
Frezak (GM): More likely they came HERE to do science.
Bear Soup Guy: Seeing as the other cultures we've seen so far on this planet seem rather behind in terms of technology or awareness of it
Apheori (GM): They've got some artificer-type stuff.
Ganelon: ...I suppose that is more plausible, since they actually did know science.
Ooooh what kind?
Apheori (GM): Well, there was that guy who was going to give you that box of things...
And the machinery...
Ganelon: Oh, sorry, I misunderstood.
Yes, the guy I'm about to entrust with the knowledge of futuristic weapons technology for a tidy profit.
Apheori (GM): Aye.
Frezak (GM): Sounds plausible.
Apheori (GM): Hee.
Ganelon: Hey man, it's not *our* problem if he abuses it.
Frezak (GM): Okay, so.
Sounds like we need to rummage around here some more, then.
Find out science details.
Anda bout Orders.
Bookworm time.
And... paper-looting.
Apheori (GM): Rummage through the recordings?
Or around the... facility?
Ganelon: If I can't copy and play back the recordings on something more portable later, I'll do that right here and now.
Frezak (GM): Here first, since we're here.
Then i'll go stand watchfully in the hall, in case of zombles.
Ganelon: "Final recordings of failed scientists" are like home movies to Radek, though.
And he's an old person, so he loves them rather than finding them embarassing.
Apheori (GM): Snrk.
Well, most of the stuff seems to be actual presentations.
Findings, progress reports, proposals.
Ganelon: What were they working on?
Frezak (GM): psssst.
Greibel.
Asssk the porrrrridge
Apheori (GM): The main project was an investigation of what they decided to call 'rifts'. Apparently they'd been popping up across the planes, even outright destroying some of them, and it's only gotten worse as time went on.
Initially they sent teams to investigate the rifts directly, but the scientists were driven mad, their souls twisted beyond recognition.
So after that, they avoided getting close, and instead sent golems to collect samples and energy readings, to some success.
Bear Soup Guy: Is gravy telling Greibel to ask the porridge?
Frezak (GM): No, Frezak is :P
Bear Soup Guy: Oh okay, I thought so
Apheori (GM): They found several subjects that had apparently come out of more stable rifts, as well, and brought them back for further study - apparently the folks in the tanks.
Bear Soup Guy: Hell, he'll do it anyway =P
in a bit
Apheori (GM): Another project they were working on involved shielding based on an artifact they'd found.
Apparently it was a new way to create invisible boundaries that blocked energy rather than matter, meaning only low-energy things could pass through - low levels of light, slower and colder objects...
Radek: Fascinating.
Apheori (GM): Two other projects involved something with mutating birds and a thing about talking to the dead.
Ganelon: Evidently the former worked out pretty great.
Bear Soup Guy: XD
Ganelon: I don't suppose the "talking to the dead" project involved souls directly?
Apheori (GM): It's unclear.
The guy documenting it seems to be pretty... crazy.
Ganelon: Shame. I'll have to find something to do with this liquefied one.
Frezak (GM): That was probably Mr Super Helpful Guy in the warforged.
Apheori (GM): The bird one sounds like it might have had something to do with a contagion like the first hologram mentioned, though.
Ganelon: This is a lot of leads to follow, I must say.
I am pleased.
Gonna have to go back once we stop and take notes.
Frezak (GM): yay for being dumb!
Apheori (GM): Everything seems to be stored on crystals, so you can take those with you. You may or may not be able to transfer them to your own equipment, but it's worth a try.
Ganelon: I'm sure I can find some insane use for crystals even if that's not the case.
I'll take 'em.
Apheori (GM): Heh.
Greibel: Porridge?
Bear Soup Guy: Right!
Ganelon: There, a new addition to my inventory: "Data-storage crystals from the underground lab what with all the zombies and skellingtons."
Frezak (GM): You're learning!
That they're skellingtons, specifically.
Bear Soup Guy: So Greibel, uh...I dunno, makes a face at the porridge
The porridge makes the face back at Greibel.
Frezak (GM): AAAAAH
Ganelon: One of these days, man, that porridge is going to steal his actual face.
I'm calling it now.
Bear Soup Guy: :O
And he'll leave The Scream in its place
Frezak (GM): Oaty Horror show.
Apheori (GM): So what now?
Ganelon: I don't know. I mean, the plan ought to be to get the hell out of this place.
But we might save that for next session since this is a lot to recap already for Gaurav.
Apheori (GM): Especially since the walls are sometimes groaning.
Ayuh.
Ganelon: In-character, though, the plan is definitely to get the hell out.
Frezak (GM): Robin Time.
Apheori (GM): And nobody died!
Well done, everyone!
Bear Soup Guy: Rhu died inside
Nobody gets geese dropped on them and stays the same
Apheori (GM): Alack.
Ganelon: S'true.
You never forget the honking. Not till the end of your days.
Bear Soup Guy: And at the very end you take solace in the blessed silence
Frezak (GM): The Honking.
Stephen King.
Bear Soup Guy: Pulitzer Prize winner
Okay, if we're wrapped up for the day I'm gonna head off for a shower
Apheori (GM): Alright yes good we'll meet next time.
Bear Soup Guy: Right-o
Apheori (GM) runs off after tuna.
Bear Soup Guy: Good game everyone!
Ganelon: This was a good session.
See you guys next week.
Bear Soup Guy: Adios
Apheori (GM): Yaaaay.
TUUUUUNA!
Frezak (GM): Gravy still feels unfulfilled.
His hole is one that'll never be filled.
Not matter how much he shovels.
You people leave so quickly O.o
TUNAMAN
Bear Soup Guy: I AM THE ONE WHO IS SPREAD ON TOAST IN THE NIGHT
Gaurav: Spreading himself on toast so you don't have to.
Bear Soup Guy: Very accommodating