Igfig: sorry, conferring with slim Slim_Bankshot: OK Slim_Bankshot: The other band attempts to stand back and play up 'only defending themselves and others against these violent rockers' dreyrugr: Alright. I walk up to my dad. dreyrugr: And bitch slap him dreyrugr: "You fucking asshole" Slim_Bankshot: "What in the hell?!" Slim_Bankshot: "STAND DOWN WENCH!" Brigsby: probably not helping Slim_Bankshot: He pimpslaps you hard. Igfig: Sir St. James winces at the sound dreyrugr: "You fucking abandoned me when I was just 5 months old you dickbag. I want an explanation now." Igfig: he is apparently not deaf anymore, but he continues to writhe and moan Slim_Bankshot: He ignores your bitching Slim_Bankshot: And threatens to arrest you dreyrugr: "You think I give a shit about you arresting me? Sir Faggotpants here already fucking stabbed me. I want a goddamn explanation." Slim_Bankshot: *insert shackles* Far-Walker: Teenage dragon angst is the worst kind of angst. Slim_Bankshot: Drey has been arrested dreyrugr: I'm a panther Slim_Bankshot: Bail is not yet an option Igfig: The others appear to be trying to sneak out, slim Igfig: I don't think it's working too terribly well Far-Walker: Walker totally worked well. Slim_Bankshot: OK, who has/hasn't been arrested? Igfig: walker did, yes Slim_Bankshot: The ones that were down have been Brigsby: and Drey Brigsby: the rest of us haven't been Igfig: lucas is healing thorn with little success dreyrugr: Slim. Can I throw in an attack as you put the shackles on me? Slim_Bankshot: No. Since they are already on Slim_Bankshot: I know, I am an ass dreyrugr: Can I do a check to slip out of them? Slim_Bankshot: Sure. But they are actively looking for the rest of you now Slim_Bankshot: So roll high dreyrugr: Alright. What skill do I use? Slim_Bankshot: No idea Thorn_the_Gnoll: Thievery probably. Far-Walker: Thievery, maybe, since most of those type of checks--like Escape Artist--got moved there. dreyrugr: Perception check on the weak spots? dreyrugr: I have 20 str so I could attempt to break out Igfig: thievery or acrobatics Igfig: or plain str, but that's hard Igfig: also, they'll probably put you back in chains Igfig: lucas escaped with a heroic effort and backflips dreyrugr: Hmm. I suppose I'll try a pure str dreyrugr: 1d20+5 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 1d20+5: [17] = 22 Igfig: hmm, let me check that Lucas_Strongbow: So I guess Far-Walker and I are going to have to break everyone out of prison? Far-Walker: Don't forget to put Far up there too! Lucas_Strongbow: because that would be cool Slim_Bankshot: OK dudes. I'm out Igfig: bursting iron chains is dc 28 Igfig: okay slim, sorry Far-Walker: Bye slim! Slim_Bankshot: It's cool Thorn_the_Gnoll: Bye Slim. Igfig: you sure you can't stay for like five more mins? Far-Walker: You played a good dragon babydaddy! Slim_Bankshot: I think tonight went well Slim_Bankshot: Remind me to kill drey next time Igfig: gotta get to the cliffhanger, slim Igfig: or no? Slim_Bankshot: Can you do that without me, or should I stick around? Slim_Bankshot: If you HAD to guess, how much longer will it take? Igfig: I could do it by myself I suppose, if you don't want to be there for it Igfig: like five minutes? Slim_Bankshot: OK Igfig: hell, let's just skip ahead Thorn_the_Gnoll: Also I think I'll try one last roll at the death save since turns seems to be sorta all over the place. Slim_Bankshot: 5 I can do Thorn_the_Gnoll: 1d20 Fortuna: Thorn_the_Gnoll, 1d20: [5] = 5 Far-Walker: ha Slim_Bankshot: If it was 20, I'd have to say no Thorn_the_Gnoll: Kay, yeah I'm still unconscious, damn Fortuna is really hating me. Igfig: did thorn just die? Thorn_the_Gnoll: Nope, only the second strike. Igfig: okay, a guard comes up and stabilizes you Thorn_the_Gnoll: And I'm guessing that's it for me anyways with a guard over me and all. Igfig: skip ahead to you guys being brought back to the keep where they keep prisoners Slim_Bankshot: Yaknow, back then bloodletting was popular Brigsby: NOOOOO Slim_Bankshot: I hope you hadn't lost much Igfig: you're divested of much of your gear and suchlike Brigsby: Can I keep the sword? Slim_Bankshot: What? dreyrugr: Can we do a stealth check to see if keep a weapon? Igfig: sir st. james takes it back from you Igfig: you could try that, yes Slim_Bankshot: What kind of question is that? Brigsby: balls Brigsby: A stupid one Brigsby: but worth asking dreyrugr: First, is my armor off? Igfig: they take your stuff, rough you up a bit Slim_Bankshot: "You're going to jail. But please, keep the weapon." Igfig: yes, probably dreyrugr: Ok good. No penalty to stealth dreyrugr: 1d20 to keep a weapon Fortuna: dreyrugr, to keep a weapon: [18] = 18 Igfig: not even close dreyrugr: Fuck Igfig: and throw you all in some cells Igfig: close the barred doors with a crash Slim_Bankshot: And they ignore your complaints Slim_Bankshot: They, like most others, dislike your rock Igfig: and wander off making stupid jokes Brigsby: "No booooody knows the trouble I've seen" Thorn_the_Gnoll: Oh darn, I probably just lost all my rope and grappling hooks, awwwwww man. dreyrugr: I'm pissed off at my father right now Brigsby: Are there any curtains? Thorn_the_Gnoll: I'm hoping I kep the little necklace and strip of cloth though. Lucas_Strongbow: So is it just the two of us that escaped? dreyrugr: GODDAMN IT. YOU DIDN'T ZAP THE CURTAINS Igfig: no, it's a barred window Slim_Bankshot: A prisoner in the adjacent propositions you for a hand job through the bars dreyrugr: I slice his dick off Brigsby: If you say yes, I accept Slim_Bankshot: He isn't talking to you, drey Brigsby: and by accept, I mean accept the opportunity to shoot you with lightning dreyrugr: Ig. Did Far and lucas escape? Igfig: yes Igfig: The other wall suddenly collapses. dreyrugr: Haha Thorn_the_Gnoll: Jails, they don't make them like they used to. Igfig: In the sky outside, you can see a massive dark shape silhouetted against the night sky. Brigsby: Ok, this is gonna need some explanation Igfig: Suddenly, lights go on all down its length dreyrugr: Also ig. Make sure to send me/post the logs so I can write it up. Brigsby: How did they get a spaceship dreyrugr: UFO UFO Lucas_Strongbow: tour bus? Thorn_the_Gnoll: It probably isn't Far and Lucas. Slim_Bankshot: An ethereal glow radiates from the entire object Brigsby: spaceship tourbus Lucas_Strongbow: We were too busy planning a breakout to get an alien tour bus Igfig: you can see dark shapes along its underside Igfig: another flash of light, another roat Igfig: roar dreyrugr: Lucas. Far dreyrugr: I hope you're ready for anal probes Igfig: and another section of the keep crashes to the ground Slim_Bankshot: As the dust settles, Igfig: Thick cables descend from the shape, trailing into your cell dreyrugr: Oh god. Cliff hanger Slim_Bankshot: a bright light suddenly fills the cells as a platform descends from the mysterious object Igfig: oh yes, that's bette Igfig: r Slim_Bankshot: There is a figure on the platform, but the light obscures any clear veiw Igfig: no, more than one Slim_Bankshot: OK Slim_Bankshot: More than one Lucas_Strongbow: And one is a praying mantis Igfig: some of them are /in/ the light, it seems Igfig: great, hulking, spined shapes, a head taller than a gnoll Slim_Bankshot: As the light fills every crevice, it seems to seperate the locks from the cell doors Slim_Bankshot: Or not Igfig: yeah, totally Slim_Bankshot: I am totally making shit up here Igfig: ditto, dude Brigsby: DO THE ALIENS ABDUCT US OR NOT Far-Walker: ASK FORTUNA Igfig: Walker and Lucas step forth from the light dreyrugr: 1d20 do we get abducted Fortuna: dreyrugr, do we get abducted: [10] = 10 Far-Walker: "Need a lift?" Slim_Bankshot: The doors swing open, Igfig: followed by a creature from your worst nightmares Slim_Bankshot: as if pushed by a strong wind you cannot feel dreyrugr: Half of us do, half of us don't Far-Walker: 10 of us do, the rest don't Slim_Bankshot: And if any one of you says "I makes a break for it" I will kill you Igfig: the creature speaks, in a voice reminiscent of nails and teeth Brigsby: I make a break for it Igfig: iron nails, I mean Igfig: "Are you Shetland Firestorm?" Thorn_the_Gnoll: I pick up Brigs. dreyrugr: "That we are my good... whatever you are" Brigsby: I struggle ineffectively Igfig: "Then come with us. Quickly." dreyrugr: "Yes sir/mam" Slim_Bankshot: There are growls from their positions at brigs attempt to flee like a pussy Igfig: "The galaxy needs your help." Far-Walker: This is going to turn so Bill and Ted. dreyrugr: OH SHIT Igfig: "The galaxy needs... Igfig: your... Igfig: ROCK Slim_Bankshot: SEE YOU NEXT WEEK! Lucas_Strongbow: WHAT Brigsby: fade to black, roll credits dreyrugr: Amazing dreyrugr: Remember to post the logs ig Igfig: Yep! Great game, guys! Igfig: Wil do. Igfig: ll Lucas_Strongbow: God gave rock and roll, to you dreyrugr: I really want to write this up Slim_Bankshot: That went well Brigsby: So I'm guessing we don't get our stuff back? Slim_Bankshot: You won't want it Lucas_Strongbow: I think we get better stugg Brigsby: I like the sound of that Lucas_Strongbow: stuff Far-Walker: FAR GETS A LAZER BOW Thorn_the_Gnoll: Not even Finger's super awesome guitar axe thing? Igfig: actually, let Igfig: s say your stuff wil lbe recovered Brigsby: Er, ok. Far-Walker: So, gg everyone! We got our asses kicked by hippies, bartenders, a body guard, and Fortuna, but it was worth it! dreyrugr: Ig. I have a question Thorn_the_Gnoll: I'm kinda sad I didn't get a chance to use my one liner for Cliff's death. dreyrugr: Will we ever return to kill cliff? Brigsby: My only regret is that I didn't get to leap off the bar and slice Cliff's head off with my new sword Far-Walker: What was the one-liner? dreyrugr: And those fucking hippies Igfig: That may well happen one day. Who can say? Thorn_the_Gnoll: Well, remember last monday how Cliff informed me of Dwarven Funeral Ales? Slim_Bankshot: FUCKING HIPPIES! Brigsby: Yes Slim_Bankshot: CARPET BOMB THE TAVERN! dreyrugr: YES Far-Walker: RAM THE ALIEN SPACESHIP INTO THE TAVERN Brigsby: Er Thorn_the_Gnoll: I was going to say: "Don't worry Cliff, I'll make sure the taste of your funeral ale fits your character." Thorn_the_Gnoll: "Like piss!" Igfig: heheh Far-Walker: heh Thorn_the_Gnoll: Yar. Far-Walker: We get to keep the dragon spoils, right? Far was carrying them last, but that was in-game weeks ago Igfig: yeah Igfig: your stuff will be recovered for you dreyrugr: Also, what did I get from teh dragon spoils? Far-Walker: sweet Igfig: I don't recall Far-Walker: We haven't really done anything yet with them to decide Igfig: I don't actually remember what you all got Far-Walker: Let's see what SPACE has to offer first. Igfig: and I am tired as shit Brigsby: We just took various parts of the dragon Lucas_Strongbow: I can see things getting very mass effect very soon Thorn_the_Gnoll: White dragon fangs, scales, and claws I think. Far-Walker: I see it more Bill and Ted. Igfig: so I think I will be off nowaboutsish Thorn_the_Gnoll: And I soaked a strip of cloth in the dragon's blood for a trophy. Far-Walker: Bye, all! Igfig: bye all! Brigsby: Does that sword count as "My stuff", or did the magic spaceship not steal that back from Sir St. James? Igfig: it counts Thorn_the_Gnoll: Bye bye people that are going bye bye. Brigsby: YESSS dreyrugr: 1d20 Fortuna: dreyrugr, 1d20: [14] = 14 Thorn_the_Gnoll: Suck it foppish elven guard captain! Thorn_the_Gnoll: Bweehee. dreyrugr: Well Brigsby: I got a (Possibly) magic sword, session was a success dreyrugr: That was incredibly interesting Lucas_Strongbow: I still want a space bow Lucas_Strongbow: maybe a sonic bow dreyrugr: I hope I meet my father again dreyrugr: I'm going to kick him in the balls