Shielding Alliance

meeting the Helm big boys
aka Turtle and Florent seek some spiritual guidance

{In broken Elvish} “There are things worth more than gold.” She gets up to go. {switching back to guttural monkey-speak} “If you don’t mind, I will take my leave of you. We should meet back up tomorrow morning. Let sleep freshen our minds.” She bows curtly and heads out.

{assuming no one runs out/says more crap}

Turtle makes tracks to the Temple of Helm, where she asks to be let in. “I wish to stay inside the Watcher’s domain tonight so I may help keep vigilant eyes on the charges.” {assuming she is let in} “Please tell Terjon I wish to speak with him in the morning. If my companion Florent is also around please let him know that I am here.”

She goes to check in on Feldron and who is guarding him. If he truly really seems to be asleep, (talking quietly with both his guards and a LISTEN check at the door) she will move on to look in on Chan, before sitting outside in the hallway, offering to take over the next 2 watches from those who are out. She does but request to be checked upon every hour.

The next morning when Florent next sees Turtle alone he asks: “Pardon moi, sister de shields, but I ‘eard you respond to Furnock and Treveylan and it sounded like you were speaking their language. Did you know what they were talking about, because the ‘we’re just practicing our Elvish’ line is as bad as some of my pick up lines.” Florent blushes at this analogy, and quickly presses on. “What’s ‘appening?”

I think Florent was up praying at the Temple right from the get-go when we got back. This helped Roberto not have to do any more split personality. SOOOO… I don’t know if he was around when ‘SPLINTER CELL SNEAKINESS’ happened.

If Florent does walk around during the night or is otherwise awake, he may either see/hear Turtle directly or be told by an acolyte that she has come up to the Temple to help keep watch, and wanted him to know. This same acolyte may also be aware that she requested a meeting with Turgeon in the morning.

We’re running out of time until next session, so in the interests of moving the story along…

If Florent does walk around during the night or is otherwise awake, he may either see/hear Turtle directly or be told by an acolyte that she has come up to the Temple to help keep watch, and wanted him to know.  This same acolyte may also be aware that she requested a meeting with Turgeon in the morning.*

Asssuming nothing crazy happens at night, if she comes upon Florent she says to him: “I need to meet briefly with you and Tourjohn about a moral issue that you raised during the last mission that has been troubling me. I’ve requested his council early in the ‘morrow, so that we may resolve it quickly, move on, and then get the most out of the day. Will you join us?” {this is sort of a rhetorical question, but in any event, she steadfastly resists any attempts to explain beforehand what her concern is, only that it is related to the ‘spiritual well being of the party’}

If Florent sleeps soundly through the night, I’m guessing that he would be summoned after morning prayer/breakfast. Turtle has a troubled look on her face as she slowly begins:

“Thank you both for agreeing to meet with me. While not a direct follower of the Watcher myself, I am a believer in His missions and support most of his aims. Surely his temple here is no accident in line of the great evil re-awakening not far from us. I have also grown fond of Florent, and as a shield brother, he has repeatedly stood fast beside me in the face of grim peril. He is undoubtedly a fervent servant of the Vigilant One, and I respect his cause. However…”

Here she pauses to collect her thoughts.

“On our last sally into the darkness, there came to be a split amonst us as to how best handle our prisoner. The differences put myself and Florent were almost on opposite sides- my wanting to treat him honorably and with mercy, while Florent..{she initially has trouble meeting his gaze, but breathes, and seems to gain some inner strength to find his eyes}...Florent at one point advocated torture.”

She swallows here. “I think that he was still filled with the heat from battle and would not have done such a dark deed- nor would I have let him. Nonetheless, in our holy quest it is important that we not only guard our companion’s physical bodies, but guard our companion’s mortal souls as well. So I have come to Helm’s authority to request judgement in this matter, after Florent has had a chance to explain himself. I ask this in hopes that he and I may come out properly attoned, spirtually stronger and more united in cause.”

Her gaze stays steady, her eyes remain true.

Florent responds with his eyes brightened by a unwavering faith and belief. “I am glad to ‘ear of your interest in ‘Elm, Turtel. I think ‘is power is growing in you.”

(Turtle starts to move her head side to side, but stops)

“But misunderstand me, no? When we were in Tempel and captured this assasin, we try to tie ‘im up, but he escape with ease, no?”

She nods in agreement. “He was certainly skilled. We expected that, as we ourselves would have tried to escape under similar circumstances. Of course, you’re neglecting to mention that after slipping off his bonds, he remained seated on the bed until we awoke. Nor did he try to leave again or otherwise slow or mislead us.” She smiles in this scolding.

“I suggest we break ‘is legs no as a means of torture, but as a means of detainment. This ‘urt ‘im, yes, but we ‘ave no other way of knowing he no able to escape and go back to serving Tempel of Evil. I plan on saving a ‘ealing spell for ‘im, so ‘is injuries only temporary and no permanent.”

She shakes her head determinedly. “Evil done for good is still evil.” She crosses her arms suredly. “This is not something I can negotiate on and coming to point, is why we are here.”

“Alternative is to take ‘im back ‘ere and waste so much time while evil grows, which I no think is will of Ever Vigilant ‘Elm. A few hours of pain is justice, I say, for the good lives assasin ended.”

Again, a shake of the head. “Feldron is an honorable man. An evil man, but one who follows a code. Justice is not vengeance. Justice is fairness.

“Before we leave for Tempel again we need buy good set of manicles to lock prisoners in, then we no need for such extreme measures.”

She laughs. “I was actually going to stop by the blacksmith for some. I am glad there is an easy solution for the future.”

“But I stand by efficacy of breaking legs of evil man, no as a way of torture, but as a way of protection and security. ‘E pass out from pain, and when ‘e wake ‘e already ‘ave legs back. I still think this would ‘ave been better than this ten day side trip while letting evil grow stronger.”

Zeal burns in the eyes of the young man. Good and Evil are clearly black and white to him, so difficult choices are easy to make for him. Next he will start talking about the “axis of evil” and draw up plans to go to war with Iran and North Korea… wait, wrong zealot.

She sighs resignedly. “Of all these things, we will have to agree to disagree. Which is why we are here having this conversation.” (she shows a solitary index finger) “One, I will never do evil in the name of good, for protection or security, in Helm’s name or otherwise.” (putting the next finger) “Two, magic may fix the physical damage to him but there would be the memory for him and a scar on your soul.” (another finger) “And three, the evil may grow strong while we’re gone, so we will have to grow stronger on the meanwhile.” (turning to Terjon) “We need some guidance. This issue may seem trivial to some in our group, but to me it is a growing schisim.”

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recap

This week on Temple of Elemental Evil… OOG:

No consensus on trying to get a consensus as to the loot we have from adventuring. A brief discussion about how we break down party treasure. Confusion from everyone except Furnock as to why le cleric would love so much debt. Furnock knows debt is good especially when they owe YOU money. Money can be exchanged for goods and services and Furnock likes being serviced.

Party returns to Hommelet. We take Feldron the unrepentant to temple of Helm. Callmur is distressed to have a deadly assasin in his Temple but puts the POW up anyway and takes Feldron’s gear to check for scrying enchantments. All this while Turtle is adamant about upholding the Waterdeep Fair Treatment of Evil Prisoners Convention of 937.

Next the party heads to Jeroo Ashstaff who does know Feldron was one of the mercenaries who helped attack the Temple 60 years ago. The Mercenaries acted as a distraction during the battle and most died. Next the party splits up with Trevelyn, Furnock, and Pertinax going to the Inn. Sulmia goes to visit her father and Turtle going and buying new shields from the new weapon smith. Florent stays at the Helmite Temple.

Around supper time the party dines with Sulmea and her father. The next morning Pertinax gets super elven pissed when he finds out that Turtle’s new shields will take a ten day to complete, because the rest of us had counted on heading right back out to the ToEE. Furnock is secretly pleased because know he can cheat people out of their money at the Inn and drink alot. The party returns to the Helmite Temple to meet with the Hommelet civic leaders board and decide the fate of Feldron. Florent says the assasasin must die. Turtle says no. Everyone else is iffy until Sulmia convinces them to be merciful. The group decides to exile Feldron but make him do community sevice before he is given the boot. We level up except Furnock with roleplaying experience.

Regarding the ring, Florent exclaims: “Le ring save my life. Being inside monster of goo is bad enough. No being able to move is tres worse. I can no imagine giving away ring for something you say me is better. Eef someone else want ring, then we figure eet out. But eef only me want ring or we sell eet, I keep ring. You keep my gold.”

OOG: Florent is going with the bird in hand that saved his life is better than bunch of stuff he’s never seen before but others say is cool, in bush. (Insert joke here). Not tactically the best move, but this is Florent we’re talking about.

Regarding the prisoner: “What is this community service merde? Who ever ‘eard of such ridiculous thing. Next you say ‘Omlette need a service director and we ‘ire someone for this stupeed job. Unless my superiors correct me, assasin for ‘ire is bad. I say we definitely no give ‘im back ‘is stuff, no matter what pledge ‘e make.

Regarding the ten day wait: “Mon Dieu! Merde! Why we no send them some gold why we are at eet? Maybe some extra oil for burning us, and potions for ‘ealing. I know we should have broke ‘is legs and pressed on. Now eet ees my legs that get broken. Couf toi femmes et grand sen… mumbles rant in broken Florentese” I am with the irate elf on this one, for sure. Roberto, throw some good made up French curses in there for me.

Furnock glances around at the rest of the unnamed party of adventurers as the walk back towards Hommelet. He adjusts the mostly tattered remains of his frilly cuffs, clears his throat, and begins speaking. There is a quaver to his voice at first but he gains strength and volume as he talks to no one in particular…

“It’ll be o’ importy to knew ‘r cut ‘o ‘e loot. The Helm’s leg ‘umper wants his wee ring. Tas finn tat is to me. I say if’n any ‘o you lairdy bucks want not the shine but a sweet ‘itle trinket or bit ‘o pad’n thats o’l weel an gut, me thinks. No ‘un shood ‘ave a clatter ‘o plates agin tat, I say.

Nexty ‘o me mind is the busy ‘o cred’t ‘o tabs ‘o some such as. A boyo in deb’ can be count’n on in a pinch I always say. ‘cause it says in the scriptures ‘a in deb’t man be a proomis’d to his ‘older ‘o funds’ so its said. so we’un can count on debtors as it says in the scriptures it does. how much can someone claim ‘on credit?’

Lassenly is ‘e madder ‘o wieght and its pullers. Ta half human arrow chucker is a Lord ‘o ‘e bags ta me way ‘o tink’n. The res’ put in w’re caan do an we takes it nowce an’ show like. Aye? Watch cha say me hearty laddybucks?

“Furnock, mon ami, je ne compris toi. What is this umper of leg you speak of? I stand as ‘and of ‘Elm, no the leg. Mean you “un pere” of ‘Elm, as they say where I from, that ‘Elm is my father? Que’se que ce?”

OOG: I am with Steve on this one. Between the French slang I am blundering through with Helm’s horny little dog servant, and whatever accent Furnock has, I think the confusion only adds to the roleplaying possibilities. You can always ask for clarification, try to guess what he means, or in the case of Florent, take it as a license to translate his words into whatever meaning you want.

Furnock: “Feldron I ood ‘e be me tought. The feller donna be wear’n no goggles. Nor would ye ev’r peep ‘pon Furnock from the fron’. He bucks off too much methinks.”

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“No consensus on trying to get a consensus as to the loot we have from adventuring. A brief discussion about how we break down party treasure.” i.e ‘paying’ for an item’s 1/2 value out of your gp share and the possibility of having to bid on something should 2 or more party members both want it. Roberto pointed out that this has so far never happened, so we’ve secretly made the evil decision to bid on all his scrolls. oh crap, I shouldn’t have said we made a decision! oh CRAP, I shouldn’t have said it was secret. OH CRAP, I certainly shouldn’t have said it was evil!!! {sighs} Its too cold today.

“Confusion from everyone except Furnock as to why le cleric would love so much debt. Furnock knows debt is good especially when they owe YOU money.Money can be exchanged for goods and services and Furnock likes being serviced.” and 60,000ish gp can buy a lot of peanuts.

“Party returns to Hommelet.” Turtle asked to get some ooze samples (we have a shot glass worth) and some troll ash for the alchemist. don’t laugh.

“We take Feldron the unrepentant to temple of Helm. Callmur is distressed to have a deadly assasin in his Temple but puts the POW up anyway and takes Feldron’s gear to check for scrying enchantments.” which there were none. Furnock was incredibly relieved to learn that the gold box and urn are just the usual gold box and urn. Chan was ALMOST redeemed until the very last day, when apparently someone forgot to feed him. that’s Helm Hospitality for ya.

“All this while Turtle is adamant about upholding the Waterdeep Fair Treatment of Evil Prisoners Convention of 937.” Turtle actually makes reference to having to deal with a ‘blacksheep’ in her family.

{insert trip to the Tower} Party meets with Rufus the white-collared fighter. beleagured by paperwork, he has not yet tested the super weapon but will put in a good word for us about getting magic items identified. seems unflustered at the prospect of us facing giants.

“Next the party heads to Jeroo Ashstaff who does know Feldron was one of the mercenaries who helped attack the Temple 60 years ago. The Mercenaries acted as a distraction during the battle and most died.” *you left out the part about Turtle’s query getting JaRule to reveal on the down low that the evil forces being led by a slime demonness. the druid (who had been doing a mistletoe ceremony under the watchful eyes of the only straight bear in Faerun), explained how the attack on the Temple had come from several contingents and directions, involving thousands and thousands, including more elves than are usually seen.

Jeroo uses tea leaves to ‘look in on’ the Helm temple in accord with the Village Security Directives. he recognizes Feldron as a mercenary who was part of the ‘distraction’ force. this proves that Feldron’s claim of not only one time fighting for the forces of good, but also fighting against the Temple are true. (i.e he’s old, but maybe not as old as an Elf) it somewhat validates his feelings of betrayal.

Pertinax admits to disenchanting one of the wards on the doors. Jeroo says that he does not know how to put it back, but Turtle presses him to check, perhaps at the possibility that the information was written down somewhere or one of the surviving members knowing. We were reminded that the spy in Knolb (the old crone) was one such leader.

Jeroo was also unhappy about the clanging coming from the armorer- a triphammer which helps speed up production and also the non-Native American concept of land ownership- seems our mysterious patron has bought up some land.

Turtle wonders about donating coin to preserve Jaroo’s lands officially as well as seeking to quiet the noise from the armorer that she had encouraged to come. Pertinax makes a comment about Turtle “always trying to please everyone’ and thta this will one day ‘cause her to go to the dark side.” Turtle tells him she feels insulted.

{insert trip to alchemist’s} Alchemist has identified blood from previous trip as lion’s blood and has made a concoction that gives the drinker both the speed and vision of a lion, but also hair growth. he suggests whomever consumes not be in armor.

he will have tanglefoot bags ready, as well as some flash pellets. was interested in the shotful of goo.

“Next the party splits up with Trevelyn, Furnock, and Pertinax going to the Inn. Sulmia goes to visit her father and Turtle going and buying new shields from the new weapon smith. Florent stays at the Helmite Temple.” flagellating himself. actually, for Roberto’s sake I believe we dumped him off there right away. Also, the boys took off to go drinking despite Turtle’s wanting to have everyone stick together. like waffles.

“Around supper time the party dines with Sulmea and her father.” who still doesn’t know anything more about our secret patron. he makes a “she’s just like her mother” comment about Sulmea’s shadowdancing” and Turtle asks him about giants, bringing up his dead wife, ending the evening.

“The next morning Pertinax gets super elven pissed when he finds out that Turtle’s new shields will take a ten day to complete, because the rest of us had counted on heading right back out to the ToEE.” You’d have thought she went into South America. :P Turtle had become swept up in Edna Mole’s dramatic style review, and, with no one there to keep her sensible, gave in to new fashion. (If you let the woman go shopping by herself, you shouldn’t complain when you get a bill.)

“Furnock is secretly pleased because know he can cheat people out of their money at the Inn and drink alot” Trevalyn is secretly pleased because now maybe he can find some jaywalker or litterbug and cut off their thumbs.

“The party returns to the Helmite Temple to meet with the Hommelet civic leaders board and decide the fate of Feldron.” party suggests our votes be tallied and then the majority vote becomes equal to one. the ‘Big Five’ later reveal that our vote decides it.

“Florent says the assasasin must die. Turtle says no. Everyone else is iffy until Sulmia convinces them to be merciful.” actually, she made the tactical point that keeping him here might cause the Nightmasks to come here, and killing him would cause the Nightmasks to come for revenge. Trevalyn walks out, not because his vote was ‘meaningless’ as Pertinax put it, but because he wanted “not part in judging the fate of this man, or he himself judge.” nevertheless, he continued to yell things from behind the door.

“The group decides to exile Feldron but make him do community sevice before he is given the boot.” but its the big Australian version. also, he has to swear an oath and apologize. this is only if he wants his stuff.

“We level up except Furnock with roleplaying experience. What did I miss, anybody?” a bunch of jokes, some non-gay cookie hearts for Dan, and Furnock’s tittering laughter. all in all, another great session.**

SMG

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also happening that session

*actually, we sent off most of what we found to be appraised, although there seemed to be a sub-committee on this with ‘starring’ certain things. OOG, Brian gave Dan the list and he will email us what stuff is worth and I assume its everything we found.

we also forgot to include mention of the artifact at the Helm temple that silenced the room that Feldron was in.

Pertinax mentioned the slime demonness during Feldron’s ‘trial’ and it was unclear if this was a matter for public knowledge or if Jeroo had wanted us to keep it a secret.

The Elf was Florentian in his determination to go back immediately, because “they will get stronger.” His response to not being prepared to deal with giants was that the group still had much of the current level to ‘clear out’ and would not face giants for awhile. Turtle was concerned that the giants would come up from their level, Pertinax said the corridors were too small, and DM reminded everyone that the corridors were ‘just right’- big enough for an ettin to get through.

The debate shifted as to when the party would finally ‘boost up’ if not now; Pertinax’s position was that they had been near full strength in the Temple, and that the trip back here was to only drop off the prisoner. Turtle’s view was it was time for much-needed upgrades. Pertinax said they would do that later, at a better ‘stopping point.’ This seemed to include going all the way up to the demonness if need be- “And we know that the best way to honor their sacrifice is to complete the mission, so we will stay until the fight is won.”

Turtle burts out laughing in game at the idea of fighting a demoness.

Yet she knew she had made a party-affected decision on her own, partly to cheek off the presumptive elf, so she had first offered to meet up with the group later, and then, to leave without her newly-improved shields. But then Selmia used a farm reference (“My daddy always said, when you get an egg with 2 yolks, you just eat them”) to point out how we are where we are, why not take advantage of the time and load up on food and supplies to really go for bear at the Temple.

This seemed to be accepted by everyone, although Vicy France will no doubt throw in their 2 Nazi-embossed francs.

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Monty Haul: player discussion about treasure

1) what makes an item count towards ‘party treasure?’ 2) how much can someone claim ‘on credit?’ 3) who carries what

Here is my take on the proposed three big issues that need definintion…

Luke’s answer to 1: when no one claims it for their use it gets added to the total loot pot brought in by the party

Luke’s answer to 2: this one is tough, Furnock has alot of “on credit” items, so I can understand frustration about him being a coward in tough fights but thats him, personally I say we should be loading up Turtle the tank with a flaming shield of evil killing or some such. She seems to always be in the thick of it. Does Turtle have any magic armor, weapons, or items besides the glowing rusty whistle? No more magic items for Furnock! Just let him/me buy a rapier under his own power. I mean his cut. I’m almost done paying off Pertinax for the cloak. So that just leaves the goggles that I owe gp to the party.

Luke’s answer to 3: Lord O’ the Bags. How many bags of holding does Trevelyn have? How much needs to be carried?

What does everybody else thing?

Answer to Luke’s Question about 3:

I don’t have any Bags of Holding…. ; )

He has a Heward’s Handy Haversack (has 3 compartments, 2 smaller hold up to 20lbs. each, and largest holds up to 80lbs. of gear, but always only weighs 5lbs. at any given time and only costs 2,500gp).

He also has a Quiver of Ehlonna (has 3 compartments, Largest holds up to 6 items similar in shape to a bow, Medium holds up to 18 items similar in shape to a javelin, and Smallest holds up to 60 items similar in shape to an arrow, and only weighs 2lbs. at any given time and only costs 1,800gp)

The more Haversack’s a party has the more that can be lugged around…. but that is just my opinion. They are a great benefit, but not nearly as much as Bags of Holding, but those also weigh a whole lot more…. unfortunately.

sooo…we have to sort out:

1) what makes an item count towards ‘party treasure?’ 2) how much can someone claim ‘on credit?’ 3) who carries what Florent proclaims (in the arrogant blind faith sort of way): “I am keeping the ring. It save my life when others struggled to. ‘Elm wants me to ‘ave the ring.”

He stops short of stroking it and calling it Precious, but he’s grown attached.

I haven’t heard a total of how much the free action ring is worth, and it may be a crappy strategic decision, but Florent is a crappy strategic decision maker.

I also think the ring of storing should be counted as a party item as long as we keep storing group spells like “Prayer”, which helps everyone.

After that, Florent doesn’t really care. He’ll keep tithing when he finally gets back into the black with his debt, but ‘Elm provides.

He’s against a trip to the big city to cash in for better stuff. (And not just because he won’t benefit from all the debt he’s in). Too long for the temple to prepare. Commerce in Homlette is picking up, and is suiting us just fine.

Don’t forget, elaborate re-caps are your friends.

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Pow-wow on the POW

“Furnock looks about at his companions, sweat beading his brow… “

Turtle pauses in her attempts to pack and turns to her stylish companion. “What say you about all this Front Brother?” Her face conveys a mixture of seriousness and interest.

OOC: Turtle has been hoping for additional support among the party, so she is curious as to what the point man thinks. If you’d like to have Florent say something in game, this can be an opening to do so.

Does Florent still get point man props when he is the rear guard of team Beta?

“I will serve ‘Elm by seeing this man to justice. Back to ‘Omlette we go, and I keep close eye on ‘im. Turtel, I admire your faith in the ‘uman condition, and the possibility that this one can be redeemed. I support you in this, even though I think he is a killing putant. But I will no agree with returning ‘is armor to ‘im/ Again, I no think we make it that far anyway.”

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Pertinax senses the schism: He is sensitive like that.

“I ‘ave already judged you. Try to escape again and I kill you and save us trip.”

Turtle frowns openly, clearly disapproving of the Helmite’s tone. She moves to hand the prisoner food and water. “Please, eat a little something now. The journey back will take awhile.”

(insert Trevalyn {probably} talking to Florent)

“Filldrune, do you have another change of clothes I can get you?” (looking around) “I apologize for the state of affairs we’ve left you in. Hopefully things will become better. Until then, I swear to look after your armor as I look after my own.” She begins packing up.

Pertinax is clearly conflicted. On one hand Turtle’s kindness to the prisoner, in contrast to the Helmite’s harsh words and demeanor, is more appealing to the elf’s sensibilities. People should be treated in a civilized manner. On the other hand this man is a likely assassin and agent of evil. These humans probably look at this fine elf as something of a moral compass. Oh, to be that plastic and absolute! The folly of ephemeral youth.

“My friends, during my long years of consciousness I have noticed that people make mistakes and sometimes find themselves down the wrong path. As such, I’d rather err on the side of compassion when dealing with our prisoner. While I won’t go out of my way to make his experience pleasant, he does deserve to be treated as a sentient being while the authorities decide his fate. Guilt by association is a tricky concept. Are we responsible for what our friends do? Say Furnock in the future, while in one of his alcohol-fueled escapades, kills someone. Would we all be guilty because we count him as an associate, and dare I say, friend? I have taught things to some of you. Am I responsible if you use those skills for evil?”

“My 144 years have not given me enough wisdom to know the answer.”

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All before lunch...

As the debate about what to do with the prisoner continues, Florent tunes out and thinks to himself:

Que’se ce se? What is ‘appening? Mighty ‘Elm, you are called ‘The Vigilant One’. You instruct to always be ready to protect, to anticipate attacks. This morning I ‘ave been engulfed by slimy cube and body slammed by ugly minotaur, and it is no even time for midday meal yet. Que’se ce se??? Is this a test? If so I am failing ‘orribly. At times I ‘ave felt your divine might flow through me, healing mes amis and turning undead minions. But what kind of champion of ‘Elm gets surprised and ‘is ass kicked twice shortly after waking for the day Am I merely fooling myself that I can be priest of ‘Elm? There is only so many near death experiences that one can ‘ave before wondering if I need to change my direction before luck runs out. Or is this a test of faith? Do you want to test my inner strength? Do you want to see what I will do in the face of such adversity? I think it is better we return to ‘Omlette. I am so confused. Per’aps Kalmer or Terjon can ‘elp me see the ‘and of ‘Elm at work in this.

One this I know for certain, I no like being burned alive by acid, or being ‘eld above the snarling maw of a crazed minotaur. I must do something about this…

“OK, I say we take ‘im where ‘e can be properly judged. Try again with rope, Fernock. Maybe try two ropes this time. But know this, Feldron. To me and to ‘Elm, anyone who associates with place of such malice and evil and partners with such people declares themselves as no good. I ‘ave already judged you. Try to escape again and I kill you and save us trip.”

[Florent has no ranks in the Intimidate skill, and a whopping +1 Charisma bonus]

OOG: I have to say that playing a character that repeatedly gets his ass kicked in such spectacular ways is highly entertaining

Quietly listening to the bickering and bantering of the party and their captive/enemy… Treveylan holds his remarks to himself not wanting to repsond in the anger that overwhelmed him earlier.

Hearing the concerns of the zealous youth and wanting to quell the young mans actions, he steps toward the boy, I would like a word with you, lad, motioning the young man out ofearshot of the others.

“You and I hold the same beliefs… If only for this instance and there is no way he will obtain his armor again. He serves an evil purpose and therefore should not be afforded any leniency in my opinion. His death will be lamented by some, but I do noy any more so than any of our own. He has freely admitted that he has killed his enemies, or anothers enemies… I assume through for pay, he.breathes deeply and sighes.

You and I hold an ideal that may be out of our compatriots ideals and therefore we may alone in our intention. He deserves no acceptance from us and should punished as much as he attempted to us.”

Shhhh, be wary quiet. I’m hunting turtles… Florent whispers secretively back to Treveylan: “Oui, I agree. And what is with that crazy bitch Turtel? She seems quite taken with this man and his armor. I thought she only liked dragging the dead bodies around. I’m not sure we can trust her any more. She’s probably somehow scrying on our secret conversation right now. I say we kill her too, if she makes a move. We should probably do the gambler too, because the elf predicted he’s going to kill someone on a drunken binge sooner or later. Of course the rest of them will be witnesses, so lawfully we can’t let them live either. By then we’ll be bad ass mo fo’s, (read epic level) so I say we kill Burne and Rufus and take over Homlette. Then its only natural to go after the DM, who thinks he’s a god, and Helm doesn’t like the competition. Our plan is perfect. But don’t tell anyone, this is just between you and me.

wink, wink

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No rest for the weary.

OOG: How long has it been since we rested? Unless time passed differently while Florent was in the ‘cube’, he thinks it will be a while before he can pray for spells again, which makes resting rather futile at this point.

“D’accord, OK, I know you ‘ad my best intentions in mind, eef no in practice. Still, no one answered my question, “What the ‘ell ‘appenned?”” Florent looks at his companions for wisdom. “I follow Turtel into ‘allway, and see debris ‘anging in mid air, but the air not look right. It rushes towards me, I react by swinging my ‘trusty’ flail, and then I am inside abomination with skin on fire. Does anyone know what was that thing? I thought I hurt it with my first blow, but hard to tell from inside creature. I do know that I love this new ring. I feel it save me somehow from going stiff like Sulmia. I keep eet even eef I no get share of treasure for a month, je pense.”

“If we squaresome of that discussion away now we can do more fighting Sunday.” definitely. square like ‘gelatinous cube’ square?

OOG: well we could try and decide what are gonna do, I know I have a longsword +1 what needs to go…” well, Trevalyn had said he fights with a longsword. and since Furnock owes $ on the goggles and, I believe,some coin for the elven boots (or elven cloak, one of the 2) he could use that towards his debts.

or he could just hold onto it, pulling the sword out every so often to irritate the half-elf. :P *

“I need a rapier.” our walking weapons store doesn’t have one?

“Anyway are we resting?” not yet probably. every time we do, the damn monsters run around and change things on us.

“Are wecontinuing?” Turtle had discovered that one of the other rooms had, much to her chagrin, a smashed chest. it would be sensible to at least check both it and where the cube came from before retiring.

“Are we pressing farther into the bowels of evil?” without a doubt. at least until we find prisoners. then we get to go home! :)*

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Furnock looks winded after dragging Sulmia for quite some time. Still red faced he starts cleaning some of the goo from Sulmia with just a little bit too much attention. He holds a frilly sleave to his nose and says to no one in particular “when the half elf thinks for himself why is it that we always end up bleeding profusely… well… actually I mean those of you who feel all heroic and all. A little stronger sense of self preservation is necessary sometimes.” “Oh well… next time no charging in to rooms without assessing the situation. No gnome dying this time.”

OOG: Dan that Jello beast was awesome!

[Pertinax]

Wiping the bit of ooze that accidentally splashed on his left boot Pertinax looks quizzically at the frilly human in the blood-stained frilly shirt.

“I am not sure I follow your reasoning there. What did Treveylan do? It seems to me that we were merely making sure that nothing creeped up behind us while going down the secret tunnel. A sound decision, to be sure.”

Turning quickly to hear the rogue speak lowly of his character again, And what would YOU have had me do master thief? Leave our flank unprotected? Hardly a wise action, especially in this place. I moved forward as the party had requested. Why is it you find no blame in ANY of your actions, but never hesitate to point a finger at me? What have I done to you that merits your disdain of me?

You are allegedly a master at traps and locks…yet you are hesitant to assist in most cases; unless it serves that you gain more wealth.

Further, you are adept at sneaking behind people and yet you are unlikey to use that to your advantage… which would benefit us all.

It is sad that you are quick to blame me for EVERYTHING that seems to go wrong… Why is it you share no blame for anything, or point your finger to me? I grow tired of you hiding behind your accusations… Be a man and say what you mean directly! Do not guise your thoughts or feelings.. be honest… or is that not a part of your vocabulary?

Furnock looks over at the half elf with disdain ” winky gov, I’ll know a spotty bit o’ noggin’ work when I see it. Charge flags unfurled into a chap’l of evil wit noot a wink o’ tought behind it. We should have skeedaddled back up the hall an’ left the wicked folk come through the eye o’ the needle, ye blasted brain adled woods walker. There was no gnomey chap in need o’ sav’n this time. As to your character I made no reverence to it. On’y y’er tink’n. Now boyo ye havesomething to hurl about me job? You want me to look about every ten inch to make sure you donna stub your toe? Have ye yet sprung a trap on me watch? Or left any door un-opened?” As to the Helm-lover almost becoming a perminant addition to that goo beast. I saw lil’ o’ that, but the laddy-buck does seem upset fur some reason now don’ he? I’ll look to ye te figger it out.” Now Furnock looks over at Sulmia “sorry about the bum run lassy, I an’t much fer lift’n wieght.”

(He blushes an begins shuffling cards)

OOC:Hilarious accent for Furnock, Luke!

[Pertinax]

“Well, in spite of his eloquence, or lack thereof, our human companion in the bloody frilly shirt does have a point. I erred thinking that he was referring to the fight with the cubed blob. He was speaking about the previous fight, the day before. Why did he wait until now to speak is anyone’s guess, but his point is well worth discussing. The fight turned out well, and there are those that think that all’s well that ends well. Nevertheless, I do agree with Furnock in that perhaps it would have been a far more advatageous strategy to form the shield wall in the corridor, minimizing our exposure to their crossbows and to flanking from those large brutes.”

“Still, in the heat of battle it can be difficult to adjust. It is just something to keep in mind for the future.”

“I know why HE is upset with me!!!,” pointing directly at Florent, “But you seem to have a loose lip when speaking ill of me!!!”

Trying vainly to keep his composure, his face is contorted with frustration, “I more oft than not I hear you make a quip about me, or about my actions. Not ONCE have I heard you slander another in this group. If you have problems with my thinking and actions, I can surely say that I have problems with your resolve. You seem to be one who would rather run at every chance rather than stand up and fight. Nine out of ten, you are right beside me when we are searching the hallway, and when there is danger, you run like a scared animal!! Do NOT speak to me of rash behavior and strategy, for yours seems to involve only yerself and none other.”

His rage slowly reducing, “I realize that no trap has been sprung on while you worked, nor any door left unopened. Again this speaks well of your gifts, but as I am always near you and watching closely what you do, I too am learning how to do what you do. My strongest concern is your reaction to flee. You have the same skill as any of us to fight. Yet you run when you should stand and fight, taking advantage of our enemies weaknesses while they are engaging any one of us in battle.”

If you were not referring to the battle with the blob, I can only assume you mean yesterday. I had not had the time to really think through my actions, I was nearly caught unawares, and sought only get away from the open space. Sometimes that may be nearer to your enemies, and sometimes it is not. My emotion led me to take the battle to them, I did not feel the need to run from them. If we backed up, their priest may have used spells that could have effected us all. My judgment was not sound, but in retrospect it did turn out well. I admit, I am not one to “run-hide”, but would rather stand and face my enemy, even if that means I may die in my attempt. Tis a great thing and glorious end, to leave this plane on the battlefield.”

A deep breath escapes him, his anger finally quelled, “If you have an idea regarding tactics, speak freely. I am more than willing to listen to whatever you may have to say in that respect, Furnock. But you and I seem to have directly opposing instincts, as it pertains to battle, so we will need to find a middle ground that may work. All the strategies in the world can be undone by the simplest of errors, mind you. But a plan is always a good thing to have.” He stands back waiting, listening to what Furnock might have to say, or what anyone else may be thinking.

Still shuffling cards, Furnock languidly replies “settle your wee elfy bottom half human, I’m no hero, nev’r claimed it, nev’r wanted it, nev’r was it. If I skeedaddle me chances of survival jump up like a horny hare. An sometimes bein will’n to jump ‘n run like a squirrel leads the bad ‘uns into ground o’ me choosin’. Now were’n you lot to let me ‘n somebody sneaky and also will’n to run, we’d round up some rowdies and bring ‘m to you lot wait’n in nice spot an we’d be all over ‘m like ticks on a terrier… or we can keep ram’n an a’ root’n…thaats up to you lot

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