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Astaren

2018-04-20T23:34:40Z

Astaren:

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Search and Rescue

2017-06-20T23:50:39Z

Astaren:

Children have gone missing, not just any children, but all the children of the gnomish ButtonSlammer family. They all went misisng at once while playing with their new corgi puppies. They were last seen in the western end of the city near the gates. The parents are fantic and have offered a gold reward to anybody willing to go help find them.
From afar, Selerik is slow, but can show

Missing children and puppies. How ...frolic-y. If only their elders had kept better watch, maybe they wouldn't have wandered off. On the other hand, Aya would not be able to reap the benefits of the frantic results if they had. Compared to evading Dranei armies or tracking egomaniacal magi, this should be a rather uneventful and simple task. Easy coin.

bleeding hearts of the world unite! Of course the everyone's most ancient and loving viking would show. The weathered Daeusite tendering a few fond strokes of his beard as he listens to the gnomish plight. "And the puppies?" He purses his lips an looks about. "Either trick most foul, or children wandering off. But find the short-legged blighters we will."

Elisabeth asks about the personal belongings of the children. When the unique bracelets are described, she nods. "Once ready for such, Daeus will help me to home in on one of the bracelets the children wear. It should help us to locate them", she says to the others volunteering for the rescue. Turning back to the parents, she adds, "We will, of course, do all that we can to find and safely return your children to you."

Kiroth does not need a reward to find lost children as he shows up once he has heard about what is going on. He comes dressed in his full plate mail with his sword and shield and he is ready to help find these lost children. He listens to the parents describe the bracelets to Elisabeth, "Do you plan to use a scry spell to find them?"

Elisabeth nods her head in reply to Kiroth's question. "To find one of the bracelets, which I hope are still with the children", she clarifies.

The parents are clearly distraught, "Blighters?" The mothers face falling and looking to her husband concern only growing, "I hope they are retured safely, and the puppies. Those corgies are pure breed."

Kiroth looks over at the parents, "We shall do our best to see that the children are returned safe to you." He takes a moment and closes his eyes as he calls upon his banesight. When he opens his eyes they are glowing with a white holy fire as he looks around, perhaps to try to find the trail of those that would kidnap children. Kiroth looks all around and he also focuses on the parents for a moment.

Bjoric raises an eyebrow, and shakes his head. "Don't mind the rough language ma'rm." He waves a hand in the direction of Alexandria proper. "If you saw the little scabs they set on me on a daily basis you'd have not a worry." He scratches his chin with a wrinkled hand. "We'll look into the corgies, but those might be a bit more wander-ful."

Selerik works with children frequently. When the situation was known, much like Kiroth he came to assist as best he could. His stance on the puppies is less clear.

Elisabeth suggests to the other adventurers/rescuers, "Shall we go to where the children were last seen and begin from there?"

Kiroth closes his eyes once he is done looking around and he nods to Elisabeth as he has stopped using his banesight. "That would be the best place to start at the beginning." He looks around at the group of assembled adventurers, "Unless there is a tracker or one with an animal companion that can track among us?"

The parents wave the party off, "Please, save the children at whatever it takes." The party heads to the western gate where a couple of guards stand on each side watching people come and go.

Bjoric shakes his head. "I am more the ask around sort of tracker. Takes a tad bit longer I would think." He adjusts the strap across his bare chest, the hilt of his sword wobbling about. "Though I would trade the gold for one of those pure bred corgies. Maybe they'd have the snoot to find things next time."
"That would be the best place to start," Aya agrees. As to the pups, she points out, "The hounds didn't have the sense nor nose to find their way back home. They're probably not any more reliable than the children they played with."

At the gate, Elisabeth first approaches the guards, to describe the situation and ask if they or any of their fellows saw anything or heard anything about the children and their disappearance... or where they were last seen playing.

Nadara is totally here!

"We'll get your kids back," says the goblin, "Rada'll ne ver forgive me if I let a contract go sour." She pats her pistol at her side. She's ready enough, the one-eyed goblin girl.

The guards looks at each other and shrugs, "Nope no children, though speaking about it. There were two wizards I think, along with eight mounted men on giant dogs riding out. Seems rather joyous for grown men." Another guard speaks up,"Well the dogs were large, but the riders were gnome sized, eight in all. They were heading out west, along the main road. Had two men riding with them, seemed to be having a grand ole time. THat was about four hours ago thoug."

Bjoric tugs at his ear and spits on the ground. "Almost sounds like a fey hunt." Whelp! Cracking his knuckles he looks to the others. "Certainly seems to me like a lead that should be followed. What say you all?"

Aya arches one snowy brow at the guards. "If we didn't happen to be gnome children we were looking for, they would be gnome-sized." The other lifts at the description. "Joyous how?"

The guard shrugs, "The more I think about it, the more I realize they were children. The laughing, giggling, teasing, they were acting like children going on a field trip. Joyus you know."

Selerik frowns at that news. "That... Sounds like a spell I've seen before. Makes anything you see seem normal, until you think about it again later. Very disorienting when pie is involved."

"Let's head westwards, I suppose... I do wish one of us were a skilled tracker", Elisabeth says.

You are all able working together, and Bjoric leading the way, find the trail of the children and follow it easily enough. They head west along the main path for a mile and you find a small fort. A well well made and rather new fort of wood and stone. The eight children are playing queit happily with eight giant corgis with saddles.

Kiroth listens as the others question the guards and he shrugs, "We will do fine with what we have." He thanks the guards for their help before he follow along with the others. He looks to the others, 'Did anyone thing to ask what the name of the children were from the parents?"

Aya hmms. "It would be much easier to take them elsewhere if they were willing. Enchanted, or deceived." She keeps this in mind as they follow the trail of pawprints and effervescent giddiness. When the very recently-constructed fort comes into view, she pauses. "Or maybe they simply ran off to play. I've been told children do that, from time to time..."

Bjoric stands still, staring at the fort the children play within. "Well you certainly seem right about that." He motions with a hand at the fort. "Though it certainly seems to me that someone has given them a bit of assistance in establishing their world of pretend. A bit too much help."

Selerik finds something odd about this whole situation. With a discrete cantrip, he confirms it. "The whole area reeks of magic." He shakes his head. "Don't trust your eyes."
Aya rolls one shoulder in a half-shrug. "The next generation of soldiers start training eventually. Why not now? The more genuine the more educational." A glance to Selerik. "Thogh maybe this is not so genuine.:"

Elisabeth says, "I will ask Daeus to let me see the magicks in play, although I am versed in translating what I see." That said, she prays to her god to let her detect the flow of magic in the area.

One of the corgis lets out a burp of flame, and another a burp of lightning. The children let out some laughs and then spot the party, "Hey! Want to come play with us! We got one left, maybe we can get you something nice!" The eldest child, about 9 jumps up. Claps his hands and red billowing smoke forms around him and then moves next to the childre. A large red horned creature appears and bows to the child, "I serve at my masters behalf. You have one wish left, what do you wish for?"

Selerik blinks at the request of a wish, he raises a hand to his mouth and calls out. "Better save it for later! You think of all sorts of great wishes when you sleep!" You can see it on his face - this is bad.

Kiroth closes his eyes to activate his banesight as he looks around. "No doubt someone made this magical situation to hold the children here." He stops speaking as he sees the red horned creature speaking to the children. He knows an outsider when he sees it although which kind of demon or devil he is not sure of. He resists the urge to draw his sword as experience has taught him a least a little patience, "Greetings. Hello children yes we'd be happy to play with you. Can you tell us who your companion is?" He asks as he steps forward, "I am Sunblade Kiroth. What are all your names?"

"...lovely," says NAdara, putting a hand over her face. She's letting the others take the lead at this point.

"Interesting..." Aya notes, softly and mostly to herself. She then calls out, politely. "Yes, child, please introduce us to your friend. They seem to know all the best games."

Elisabeth's eyes widen a bit at the sight of the creature with the children. She takes a step forward, hand moving towards the hilt of her sheathed sword, her mouth opening as if to speak... but the others speak more calmly and reasonably, eschewing immediate aggressive action. This stays her hand. Instead of drawing her sword, she simply rests her hand upon its hilt and stops to stand where she is, glancing about.

The eldest smiles, "This is Zxicalu" Another childspeaks up, "No no it was Xcalic." the red horned creature visible winces, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Xcaliuou, Efreeti, noble of the Malik. I am currently in the service of the eldest child here. Samuel Button Smasher."

Bjoric has been quiet, unsure how to proceed. His last few run ins with outsiders had not gone on too well. In fact the whole outsider culture was really starting to get his goat. Crossing his arms across his chest he strokes his beard thoughtfully. "Service. So what are you getting out of this deal? I mean if someone wanted to offer you employment, what would they have to offer?"

Kiroth inclines his head politely, "It is an honor to meet you Xcaliuou. Can you tell me how you came into the service here of young Master Samuel?" He asks as he moves closer to the children with his hands out by his side. "I am amazed at your giant corgis. Do they all breath fire and lightning or does each one have a different type of breath?"

"...ah. In service. To the child," says Nadara, "I'd be interested to know the details of the contract," she adds, casually, "assuming you're willing to share them, of course, noble efreeti." She sounds slightly like she's got a headache.

Aya is curious of the contractual details, herself... and now quiets to listen as the question's already been asked, more than once.

Selerik is just rubbing his temples like he wandered into a bad dream and pacing in circles. He is from Veyshan, stories like this so rarely end well there.

The efreeti smiles faintly, "I am bound to a lamp." classic it would appear. "Samuael found it." The boy beams then waves to the children, "Lets go play and leave the adults to talk about adult stuff!!" The children then all run off to their fort with their acid, fire, lightning, ice, wind, and other breathing corgis. The Efeerti looks back to the group, "They are though under my sway. I am willing to release them, if you release me. Destory my prison, and you have my word I will head back to my home, and leave the children as they are and safe."

Elisabeth frowns. "You are a prisoner?", she questions. This thought seems to make her not want to fight quite so readily. "How might one destroy your prison?", she asks.

Aya ahs softly and dips her chin at the efreeti. "I can understand your... predicament. Is this lamp still in the young master's hands?"

"While I've little reason to doubt what you say is true -- a deal is a deal after all -- I have to assume there's a reason you were bound to the lamp in the first place."

Nadara glances towards Aya, then back to the djinn. "Your tale must certainly be an impressive one."

Selerik finally takes his hands from his head, seeming to put something together. "Oh wonderful..." He moves the hand to his face a moment, then bows to the Efreeti. "I am Selerik, of House Delent. I recognize you, noble Efreeti, and honor the traditions of my people." He crosses his arms, frowning a bit. "He really is nobility, that wasn't just fancy wordplay. His rank is recognized in parts of my homeland, and I am to give him hospitality." A look towards the Efreeti of annoyance. "Though children as leverage is uncouth, whatever the circumstance."

"Uncouth, maybe, but it's hardly leverage," Aya adds to the conversation of adult things. First, in general, now to the efreeti, "I respect your desire for freedom, but freedom something earned, not granted. How do you intend to earn it?"

The efreeti motions back to Samuael, "Destroy the lamp, and I will be set free. I have given you my word." then looks to Aya and Nadira, "My tale of my capture is one of foolishness and where I made a bad deal." Then looks to the group as a whole, "Uncooth it may be, but the only leverage I have. I work with what I was given. Your decision?" A glance to Selerik, offering a bow, "Thank you."

"I must agree with Aya", Elisabeth says to the djinn. "If you wish our help in freeing you, you will have it, but you must free the children first. If you do this for us, I will do all I can to free you. On this I swear by the light of the Shining Knight."

"She /is/ a Daeusite. You know they're good to their word, value free will, so on," agrees Nadara with a sigh.

Kiroth hmms, "What will you do with your freedom? I have to wonder. I do not want to free a malicious entity that has been rightfully sealed even if it is in servitude. I would like to hear how you can to be in the position you are in."

Bjoric furrows his brow, and then lifts and raises his shoulders. "I am no great man, nor wise in the ways of your courts. But freedom is a given, not something earned. You swear the children are safe and you will return immediately. This alone is enough for me to agree." He eyes Elisabeth with a discerning blue gaze. "I am sorry my companions, but even if malicious, slavery is unacceptable."

"On that I agree", Elisabeth says to Bjoric. "The children must be freed, however. That done, I -will- do all I can to honor the bargain struck. I cannot abide children being held hostage, even if they don't see it as such."

Selerik sets to pulling a few things out of his handy haversack while the others discuss. Because why wouldn't the bard travel with a magic bag containing supplies for making tea? He even has a little candle to warm the pot. Others can discuss the situation, tea takes focus.

The efreeti nods, "Your word has been given follow of the Shining Light." The motions to the children, "They are poisoned, a common forest mushroom. In about an hour they will fall over and die without warning." He reaches to a satchel on his belt and tosses it the party, "The antidote." then crosses his arms and waits.

"My point," Bjoric says. "He already agreed to that bargain. The only edit I would add is that he returned them to their state prior to leaving the village this morn. The corgies as well are included in that. I would assume you have the power for that sort of thing?" He looks to the Efreeti. "Beyond a handshake, that is enough for me.

Aya glances to the Daeusite, brow arching at the unexpected agreement and more expected twisting of words to fit her shiningly dim view. "It seems we agree on very little, not that I'm surprised." Her attention moves back to the efreeti. When it accepts, a shoulder rolls. "He would never had allowed them to die out here, at any rate."
"..you poisoned the children," says Nadara, slowly.

"Let me get this clear. You poisoned the /children/?" She is sounding markedly more upset.

Kiroth frowns deeply, "You poisoned them..." He narrows his eyes and then looks as if he's about to draw his sword on the efeerti, but he turns his attention to the children. "Come on let's go find them. We can deal with this efeerti later." He moves to go after the children, "Samuel can you come here for a moment we need to talk to you and your siblings."

Bjoric looks back at the gobber. "He did not say that. Simply that they were poisoned by a common mushroom around here."

The efreeti grins to Bjoric, "I cannot, they made a wish and the wish was granted. Another wish would have to be taken to return the corgis back to their normal state. That is beyond my ability." then he looks to Nadira, "First, I am going to go home and take vengence on the other noble that tricked me into my imprisonment. Second, yes, I poisoned the children." then he looks to Elisabeth, "You gave your word."

Selerik sets the tea to brewing, stepping away and dusting his hands off on his knees a moment before rising. "Perhaps I did not mention it. Efreeti are what we would call evil. They keep their word, but they do not enjoy it. That he is letting the children enjoy their shortlived adventure even that long without imminent death is more merciful than most of his kind." A small frown. "Xcaliuou of the Malik." A small bow of the head. "The wish belongs to he who holds the lamp, does it not? And the wish could be used to wreak vengeance against the noble who betrayed you, while granting you protection frm blame?" Selerik bends back down, pouring the tea into a small cup with a saucer. The wonders of what you can keep in a handy haversack. He carries the cup, carefully, over towards the Efreeti.

"You were instructed by your current master to grant us your final wish. I wish that your influence over both the corgis and the children, including but not limited to the poisoning and all granted wishes, be nullified, that the children be completely free of you. Grant me this wish, in the manner that I intend it be granted, that I may keep my word to you without anguish of conscience. This I ask of the noble djinn", Elisabeth says.

The efreeti smiles again, "We cannot grant wishes for ourselves, but only for others. The final wish will not be used for myself, and can only be granted for the one who is promised. Which for this day is Samuel ButtonSmasher. You will have to convince him to make that wish, regardless of if you hold the lamp or not." Samuel on the other hand rides out on his fire breathing Corgi and grins to the group, "Done talking adult stuff? Somebody called my name?" The efreeti looks to Samuel, "They are claming that you gave your final wish to them. I recall such words, but you were asking if there was something they were wishing for. Not that you are giving it to them. Do you wish to give them your wish, or to hear their wish and decide if you woudl grant it?" THe efreeti offering a grin and smiles back to the party, "Remember your word was given, they are not hostages." Looking specifically at Elisabeth.

Aya rubs her left ear briefly with the hand of the same, now that details from various sides are revaled after the bargain was struck. This is when these things are revealed, of course... at least by those talented at bargaining. A brow eventually arches towards Elisabeth. in mild query.

"..will that even work?" asks Nadara, eyebrows up at Elisabeth.

Selerik delivers the tea to the Efreeti, keeping to the hospitality before mentioned. While there, he murmurs something quietly to them.

Bjoric runs his fingers over his face, tiredness showing in his expression. The old man grunts as he takes a seat, crossing his legs beneath him. He looks to Selerik who seems to have an idea about how this works. "When this is done, you are going to have to teach me how to deal with this sort of thing." His head shakes and he eyes the Efreeti and Elisabeth. "Seems to me you are making this more complicated than it needs to be, for sheer enjoyment. Word was given. Good or ill, law and honor is important, and unfortunately looked at as lesser even by the faithful."

Selerik whispers "Would it not be justice to wish the Efreeti that trapped you to take your place bound to the lamp? Slavery for the slaver, as it were."

You whisper "A wish that is not mine to make, and a wish that is beyond the power of a single wish. Though one I would entertain, if it was possible." to Selerik.

"I agree," Aya dips her chin to Bjoric, "but that's the cost of striking hasty bargains."

Kiroth nods, "Yes Samuel we are done talking about adult stuff. I'd like to talk to you about something. Now you look like you are a very responsible young man and you want to take care of your brothers and sisters." He says as he moves over to the boy and kneels down in front of him. He puts his hand on the young boy's shoulder, "Do you remember eating some mushrooms? Well we just found out that these mushrooms will make you and your siblings really sick. We have some medicine we'd like to give you and your siblings to make you feel better, but we promised to set Xcaliuou free from the lamp if he did so. Will you help us keep our promise to Xcaliuou so that we can help you and your siblings?"

Selerik gives a small shrug of helplessness as he returns to the others. He seems to have, again, spoken his part and opted to let things play their course for a bit. He gets a second cup of tea for himself.

Bjoric shakes his head and rubs the bald expanse of his head with a weathered hand as he replies to Aya. "When the fisherman asks the boatbuilder to build him a boat, the boatbuilder does not ask the fisherman why." He points to the Efreeti. "The boatbuilder does not know if the fisherman is evil or malicious. Hasty? Perhaps. But the boatbuilder shows good faith and lives by example in the hopes the fisherman will do the same. That is the purpose of law."

"Arsehole knew what he was doing with leveraging kids, yes. Good way to make people act hasty," agrees Nadara to Aya and Bjoric, but she clearly has her sympathies for the other. "COntracts are always word games. ALways, always, always."

Aya arches a brow at Bjoric. "I would think the builder would at least ask for payment for the boat, or he'd soon starve and there would be no more boats..." She gestures to Nadara. "Exactly. Their...friend," she notes, now that Samuel returned, "offered nothing, and was granted everything."

Selerik does a little gesture with his hand not on the tea glass, clearing his throat and giving a reassuring smile to the children. Not words exactly, but urging things on.

"Samuel... will you give me that last wish, as you said you would do?", asks Elisabeth.

Samuel nods and frowns, "Ahh thats not good." The motions to his siblings, "Hey come have some of this uhh tasty umm medicine." The other children pipe up, "Medicine never tastes good! Do I have to? Ahhh..." The children then all let out a collective sigh and grumble, "The big red guy says we have to." yet the efreeti said nothing, seems to be telepathy going on here. The efreeti smiles over to Bjoric, "And that is why I have kept my word, and not broken it. Ensuring that the children are safe, as was demanded. And, why I will not allow you to twist ie and claim things that were not claimed. I expect and demand the same level of binding to ones word as I am giving." Glancing to Elisabeth, waiting. The lantern is easily seen hanging from Samuels belt. The efreet then lifting up the cup of tea and taking a sip, "I will remember this favor, Lord Selerik."

Samuel looks to Elisabeth, "uhh maybe. Whats your wish? Red man has been very kind and nice! Look at this amazing fort! And our riding corgis! Mine breaths fire!"
The efreeti will add on, "He has to make the wish, regardless of giving it away. The wish must be made by him." The Jinn is clearly enjoying this a little bit.

"Samuel, will you wish that what I said earlier is what happens? I wished that you and your siblings, and all your sweet corgis, are home safe and sound just like you were before you met the red man, before you ate the bad mushrooms", Elisabeth says.

Selerik winces a bit as Elisabeth speaks, again doing the little gesture with one hand and clearing his throat. He wants this to end well, really he does. However that manages to happen.

Samuel mulls it over for a long moment. Then nods eagerly, "It is getting late! Time to get home. I wish for everything she said." then pauses, then adds on quickly, "except the corgies, keep the corgies big!" Then Efreeti grins as he holds up his hand and snaps his fingers. Wish a flash the gnomes are gone, the fort is gone, and the corgies are gone. He looks to Elisabeth, "In respect, the corgies are still large, but they no longer breath different elemental affixtures." he then points to the lamp, that was left on the ground.

Aya lifts both brows at the easily influenced child and the sudden departure of all but the efreeti. "Well then, it looks like our business is nearly concluded, and not so terribly, afterall."

"...we still have to break the lamp, yeah? That may be easier said than done. These magical things have a tendnecy to be pretty hardy." She draws her dragonspitter.

Elisabeth draws her sword and steps foward, clearly intending to attempt to break the lamp, as she said she'd do.

Aya takes a single step back. It was not her bargain, and there is always to possibility of hardy explosions.

Selerik discretely points a finger at the lap, muttering something about tea and leaves and sparing the tree.

The lamp will take some work, it is clearly a magical item and hardned. Until the dispel magic hits it, temporarily weakening it to where a couple of good whacks causes it to crack, and then shatter. The lamp puffs into smoke and the Efreeti smiles, "Then our business is done." He spins and a circle of flame forms around him, and then in a ball of fire quickly turning to smoke, he is gone. The tea cup Selerik offered him the only thing left in its place.

Elisabeth sheathes her sword, picks up the tea cup, and carefully returns it to its owner.

Selerik is extremely concerned when Elisabeth picks up the tea cup. "Careful with that! The dregs in the cup are important!" He goes over to meet her, gingerly accepting the glass and eying the insides. "No no no damn!" He tosses the contents of the tea cup onto the ground in frustration. He doesn't seem upset at Elisabeth, just frustrated. A breathe, and he finds his composure. "Sorry. Don't think anything of it." And the mask comes up, Selerik once again acting good natured as he tucks away the rest of the tea set.

Aya watches as the prisoner is freed to depart and teacups are returned. "Shall we return? I'm sure the family will be pleased to see us, if not as pleased as they are to see their..." Her words trail off as she looks at Selerik. "Is something wrong?"

Looking at Selerik, Bjoric raises a bushy blond eyebrow. "I assume that means we somehow got the raw end of the deal, eh?" Pressing a hand to the ground the old viking rising to his feet. "Naught to do about it now." Wiping the grass and dirt off his legs he moves with the group back to the village.

Selerik flexes one hand a few times before shaking his head. "We don't know where the boy found the lamp, do we?" A glance around at the others, trying to keep that smile up. "I support you, as I always do, let's hope this was all a happy accident and see that the children and their parents are safe and sound."

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Search and Rescue

2017-03-15T00:51:21Z

Astaren: Created page with "Children have gone missing, not just any children, but all the children of the gnomish ButtonSlammer family. They all went misisng at once while playing with their new corgi p..."

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2017-03-15T00:50:06Z

Astaren:

RP: Guard duty of Mar'Tek

2016-12-06T23:59:47Z

Astaren:

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[[Category:Mar'Tek Sarka'Mon Story]]

Guard duty, there is nothing quiet like guard duty. The long hours, boring patrols, and for some a chance to catch up on some reading. A week has gone buy for those who have been doing rotation without incidents. Mar'Tek turns out to be a good prisoner and keeps quiet and to himself unless talked to. He plays his cards quietly. Some might notice his pet Dire Ram has gone missing a while ago as well. The last group is heading out with yawns as the next group comes in to relieve them.

Fazahd arrives, having retured for the first time in quite a bit - business has kept him elsewhere, being bludgeoned half to death and such in the cause of justice. When he arrives, he goes straight to Mar'Tek's cage.

"Good evening, Mar'Tek," he says, executing a slight gesture of respect (respect?) to the enormous pit devil. "Are you well?"

Terewin is no expert on animals and hardly notices the lack of creature. Instead he is more concerned about keeping his boots properly shiny. A proper guard always looks the part after all. "A demon doing well? Doesn't seem like a good sign if he were."

Ga'Elian smirks, "Such a gentleman, you are, Masterbuilder."

As the party arrives to relieve the previous shift, Ga'Elian walks the perimeter of the large chamber, pausing to look at the archways leading out in each of the four cardinal directions.

Drifting into the prison with the loud, heaving sigh of a put-upon teenager, the Veyshanti witch mutters inaudible imprecations under her breath as she floats into the chamber the demon's cage occupies. "It is a *demon,* fool, cease nattering to it. Guards watch *outward* as well as inward. Tchah..."

The faceless mask turns to one side, then the other, and the witch throws up her hands. "And what a prison this is! Faugh, as well to set up a wetlander tea service, with those nasty little bread-cakes." Her muttering grows louder, including rude and biologically -- and is some cases geometrically -- impossible words in a fair few languages as she rifles through her pouches. "Have none determined what lies beyond the other doors?"

"Mar'Tek is no simple devil," Fazahd says, looking over his shoulder. "As for the rooms, they are each keyed to an element in some way. Their labels are ancient Sildanyari - Mynsandraal, specifically." He looks back to the monstrous being, awaiting response. He isn't known to be rude, after all.

Mar'Tek lets out a roudy laugh, "I could not be better, this is the best week that I have had in centuries. With my freedom so close, I can feel it." Grinning a lot wider, "Did you bring any new games? things are still terribly boring around here. I have left the others be, I figured it would be prudent of me not to torment my tormentors. though the priest have been interesting to talk to. I got one of them to puke with some of the stuff I have done."

Completing his circuit of the chamber, Ga'Elian returns to the others and says, pointing, "Similar to how we arrived in this chamber from the southeast, and the archways lead out to North, East, South, and West, there are three other hidden doors at the Northeast, Northwest, and Southwest, as well.

"Saaaah, so he is an *uncommon* devil," the witch breathes, words dripping with disdain. "And thus *unlike* his scheming, treacherous, mendacious, devious kin. Thus his word, oh, ever to be trusted at all times. So, so, so... *Where is the powder,* slithering facebiter," she snarls, attention snaping away from Fazahd and Mar'Tek to her pouches once again. Ga'Elian's news gives her pause, razored fingers scraping against each other like the song of a murderous cricket.
"Yes, well." Fazahd shrugs. "Many priests do that easily. How goes your deliberation upon the discussion we had when first I arrived here?" His black eyes are hard, always hard, more so as they fix upon the great devil.

Mar'Tek offers a smile to Alba, "Though you might be fun to torment, I am a very common devil in that way. I am scheming, planning, conspiring, and all those other fancy words you learned. The one thing I do not do is lie." the devil grinning, "Oh you smell like something new." Sniffing the air, "Arcane, but not what I have smelled before. "Wet lander, interesting term, coming from one who had forgotten the ground."
From afar, Fazahd is just really, really interested in determining if he's still hinging on Lawful Neutral, or if he's gone back to bad.

Terewin clasps his hands behind his back as he addresses the devil. "Unfortunately you are now guarded by a Knight of the Blue Rose and we are not so easily put ill at ease." he informs the outsider as he adopts a commanding pose with his hands behind his back.

Ga'Elian says most to Alba, "Yes. Last time I came here, he manifested the ability to perceive Lord Svarshan despite a disguise, and explained that he had been cursed by the other devils that imprisoned him here so that he must always speak truly, but that in so doing his infernal eyes were opened to readily penetrate deceptions." He shrugs. "It may be so. Such things are beyond my knowledge, but matter little to me in any case."

"I have not *forgotten* the ground, stupid devil," Alba snarls, emerging from her search with a large, heavy bag, its seams straning against the weight of its contents. "Hah, here it is. I *shun* the ground, much difference is there. Do not seek to play my own games upon me, torment enough is there to be found within the Dune Seas."

Now the witch floats about the room, pausing to scrape a marking by the indicated hidden doorways. A hideous curse for one who trades in falsehood," she says to Ga'Elian, "but a clever, scheming devil may use the light of truth as a bright light, to dazzle a foolish mortal such that he does not see the betrayal crouched behind him. Thus do I charge you, devil, answer with but a single word: Has one snuck into this room with intent to free you?"

Mar'Tek leans back against the bars as he glances to Terewin, "Blue what? Silly mortals and thier orders, I wonder what this milenia's set are. Blue rose, eh never heard of it.' Then he glances to Alba, "Oh you noticed those doors did you? I wonder if you will notice the more important one in the room." Grinning a bit and then shrugging his shoulders, "Disdain for the earth, my my. Perhaps the ground is better off without somebody like you, who runs from something such as that."

"Mar'Tek," Fazahd says, his voice dark, "Something evil is in the cage with you. I can sense that your aura remains clear, but there is something else...something likely unseen...in the cage with you." He looks about. "Can someone pierce a veil of invisibility?"

Mar'Tek smiles a bit more, "I see some of the wards are already failing. Oh I know I am not alone, invisibility means nothing to me. I have another guest, that is all."

"And who is this guest?" Fazahd's hand rests on Mourner's pommel, the black sash wears now hanging the long sword easily.

Ga'Elian perks up. To Fazahd, "I might. There's this spell that I've never used yet, but I heard about. Hunter's Eye, it's called.

A figure shimmers into the air and becomes visible. A imp appears before the group and sticks out its tongue at Fazahd, "Master annoyed, you saw me, master not happy at me now." There appears to be nothing else invisible around the devil.

"I can," Alba snarls, setting the bag onto the floor. "And see, how he lies by his silence." A razored finger stabs out to point at the imp. "*What business have you here.*"

Terewin waves off Mar'Tek's words with a wave of the hand "All lies and fabrications I am sure. Perhaps a plot to get us to open the cage. Ignore him and we will all be better for it. Vigilance is of utmost importance."

"Interesting." Fazahd cants his head faintly, his expression unreadable. Got a mask of lead, this one. "No, his aura is befreft of wickedness - it is the creature that is evil. Perhaps you do not know, but Mar'Tek is special; he is, to my knowledge, the only recorded example of a lord of the Pit who has begun to ponder relinquishing evil for an exsitence of pure order." He eyes Martek faintly. "Which reminds me. I -did- bring a game for you."

Ga'Elian points out the things he sees with his enhanced vision. (The details have already been provided on the room channel.)

Mar'Tek scowls, "Getting ready to get my affairs in order, I have a pit to reclaim. I am a pit fiend, with out a pit. calling on some old minions to make sure things are in order." Though Mar'Teks attention is quickly shifted over to Fazahd, "Oh?" He grabs the imp and crushes it in his hand, at which the imp disappears, "Do not need him talking about my business now." Mar'Tek then glances to Fazahd, "What did you bring for a old evil creature like me?" A glance to Ga'Elian, "oh good call out."

Alba's head snaps toward Ga'Elian for a moment, then with a muttered incantation she passes her unarmed hand over her eyes. Beneath the sly eyeslits of the mask comes a bright silvery glow, and once more she does a circuit of the room, muttering to herself.

"Brain puzzles." Fazahd takes a seat on the floor, clanking faintly as he does so. "For example. You are a healer at a medicinary temple. You have six patients, five of whom will die for want of small doses of a rare medicine. The sixth, however, will die without the last dose of said medicine - but as they have been saturated with the stuff, you would be able to decant enough from their blood postmortem to save the lives of the other five. Therefore: do you save the sixth patient, dooming the other five to die, or do you

Fazahd says, "....or do you allow the sixth to die, thus saving the remaining five patients?""

Mar'Tek shrugs his shoulders, "Bad question to ask me. My answer is let them die, take their souls and shape them into devils. Though I suppose the better answer is to sacrifice the one to save teh five. That is what you good people do isn't it? Unless that one's life is more important then the five, which is what you neutral people do. I know these games, they bore me more then the cards do."

"What kind of devil do you shape them into?" Fazahd, apparently, remains unflappable. "Which do you find to be the most useful, and for what reason?"

Terewin cracks his knuckles "Its not worth your time. If he wishes to become a creature of law and order it is on him to prove it beyond the shadow of a doubt. I am charged with the protection of the innocent and as long as this creature stays in its cage I am doing just that."

"God-botherer," Alba singsongs, "perhaps to turn your eyes to the dying wards that keep the prisoner within its cage? It is fed by an energy I know not, and I would have another set of eyes upon what is *important.*"

A series of loud crashes come from the west room.

"Hrrrr..... CLEAR THE ROOMS BEYOND THIS CHAMBER," Alba roars, "ITS MINIONS SEEK TO BREAK THE CAGE."

Terewin nods to Alba "Consider it covered, keep an eye on him." he says pulling his gloves tight as he makes for the next room where the noise came from. Sword still in its sheath.

"I'm not a god-botherer," Fazahd says with a sigh. He gets to his feet, and unlimbers from within his coat a musket with a muzzle the size of a man's thigh shaped into an angry xorn. "I'm a slayer." This said, he heads into the next room, prepared to kill everything in it.

Mar'Tek stops and considers for a moment, "Now that is a difficult question. They are new, not sure of their sins. Lemurs are the normal go to. Though if any of them had done something of great value, maybe even a imp. Though it would be.' He pauses a moment, "Though could let them go to the heavens to. Good souls make bad minions, and maybe it isn't worth tormenting." Reaching up to tap his chin with a claw. he does not seem to hear or care about the sounds.

Ga'Elian's pupils practically form themselves into question marks as he stares at Fazahd. "What the heck are you on about, Fazahd?" Then at the voices--and Alba's voice, he takes his bow out of his quiver.

Svarshan looks up from his study of the now-appearing runes. His jaw drops open, and he draws breath across the tongue. "Ssaa. ...witch, your eyess are ssharp ass mind. Here--" he says, and tosses her and then after a moment, a few of the others a golden torc.

The room to the west is the room of wind. The room itself is ten feet down the hallway from the door. The room spreads 80 feet and is perfectly sphereical. Metalic pipes criss cross across the room to the center. Arcane runes float in the air everywhere. The center of the room has a dormant portal in it. Yellow energy can be seen glowing in the pipes, but it is almost completely faded out now. The noise it appears was made by some of the pipes falling to the ground.

Ga'Elian gratefully accepts one of the medallions and pins it to his cloak.

Alba snags the ring out of the air, slipping it on one-handed with a deft twist of her fingers. As the rest of the party pounds toward the western hallway, she drifts behind, turning in the air to face the devil. "Not so dire a curse for a *clever* devil, is it?" With that, she flicks after the party like a startled fish.

Fazahd dons the medallion, frowning as he looks around the room. "Someone should go back," he says. "This may be just a distraction."

Terewin gladly takes a ring, suppressing the urge to comment on the fact that it does not match his other ring. The things he suffers through for heroics...
The reptile gives them out without much comment. Protections, but not much need to advertise. No details, towards the oncoming horde. He looks towards the hall, the entries. And then back towards the scheming devil. Unsqinging his blade from its sheath, he settles in to wait.

A dire ram comes running into the room from the primary entrance and heads towards the devils cage, the creature seems scared and running for its life!

"And back we shall stay," Alba seethes, "but if you are mage and builder, *go and fix this.*" Turning back, she nods once to Svarshan... and then a megaloruminant tears into the chamber. "...What," is all she has time to get out, before her hair flexes, then shoots outwars, seeking to wrap around the ram's horns and force it to turn.

The hair hits into the ram and it melts into goody melted candy corn, and getting all over Alba's hair.

"...yes," says Fazahd, squinting at the whole mess as it occurs. "...I will." Yes. Go fix the thing. Don't look at the crazy lady with hair full of goop.

Svarshan tilts his head to the side as the devils outside make themselves known. Or devil. There sure is a lot of SOUND going on out there. Demon's Sorrow, he lays against his shoulder. Then, locks the gauntlet into place. "Where did the ssheep go?" he asks the pit fiend, a totally uninronic question now. "Ssa. It had your markss, didn't. It?" His other hand draws wards, on the rounds he turns away--blocking the demon's view of them. He missed the entire thing. He also does not grow a hipster's moustache.

Terewin turns to see Alba and grimaces "Oh my, I will be by in just a moment to help with that. Your poor hair... someone will pay for this! It is an afront!" he calls out heroicly as he dashes into the next room. "In the name of great hair, surrender yourselves!"

For those who are new to the room. The way into the prison is a 100 foot long passage of black rock that does not reflect light. The passage slightly disrupts magic for those passing through. The chamber itself is 200 feet across and circular. In the center of the room is a 30 foot cicurlar cage, with a pit fiend inside of it. The cage is made of the same black stone as the walls of the prison. Each cardinal direction has a door with a plaque written in ancient elven. For those who can see invisible they will ntice arcane patterns and flows of mystical energy. There was yellow energy, but that recently stopped. The other colors are red, blue, and green. The entrance is a door in the southeast wall. Three secret doors have been marked at the south west, north west, and north east directions.

The party recently went to investigate some noise to the room to the west, the one marked Wind. They found a perfectly spherical room with glowing and floating arcane symboles, and metalic pipes channeling energy through the room. The energy is fading and has run out, but looks like it might of once been fed from a now dorment portal floating in the center of the room. Svarshan has been at the center by the cage, not moving away from the devil. Alba is nearby having smacked a candy corn dire ram which melted and made a mess of the womans hair. The others are coming out of the doorway from the west.

"FOUL DEVIL!" Comes a cry as the south west doorway is shattered open. Entering into the room are three winged beings. "We heard there was a devil in this fair city! We have come to destroy you in the name of all that is good!"

"....Already I regret everything that followed waking from my sleep this day," Alba mutters, passing a hand over her masked and glowing-eyeslitted face. Turning, she drifts toward the winged ones. ".....Why have you chosen now to do this." It's not really a question, more of a weary I-have-to-ask-but-I-don't-want-the-answer sigh in verbal form.

POOF.

Sandy just...appears. Rather suddenly, actually. "SVARSHAN," she yells, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" She is UPSET aboiut something.

Then she stops dead. And slowly, she turns a cicle. "...oh hell. What did I just walk into?"

Terewin takes a deep breath and walks closer to the angels "I am Terewin, Knight of the Blue Rose and this prisoner is my charge. My honor will not allow you harm him, surely there some evil on the loose that will be a better use of your time?" he says trying to be reasonable.

Svarshan scents the air from time to time, though keeps watch on the creature in the cell. Or the creature in the weakened cell. And then...and then...

HELL appears. Well, a version of it. He stands there for a while, staring at the suddenly-appearing sildanyari. ...and his muzzle opens. And, you know. Just nothing comes out of it at the moment. (Demon-cell room)
You paged Sandy with 'You noticed as you teleport in, there is no teleporting out. The area is dimensional locked'

The three angelic Deva's glance to Terewin, and nod their heads politely. "You have done your charge well, but we are here to destroy this foul devil. Step aside mortal, we would have to have to punish you for defending a creature of pure evil." They then glance towards the cage and glare at the devil, "Devil of the pit, we have come here to bring justice to you, and make you pay for your crimes against all that is good. Are you ready to face your punishment?" Mar'Tek crosses his arms as he considers, "Depends, will there be cookies?"

"...hey..."

Sandy is pausing for a moment, "This whole area is shackled and OH MY GODS THOSE ARE DEVAS."

Sandy is horrified. She is, after all, a rather abyssal creature herself. At least a little bit. She backs /awaaaay/ from them.

Ga'Elian looks dumbfounded at the creatures facing them.

Alba is neither abyssal nor demonic.... But she does float in front of the group, spreading her arms wide to bar their path. "...I know not by what means you were impelled to come here," she says slowly... and with something approaching respect. After all, it's *Celestial* critters she occasionaly hurls into the mortal plane with her hair, it pays to keep from drying up the well. "But I ask you, consider. Caged, he fears not your ire. Caged, he *welcomes* your blades. Caged, *he is not free to do mischief.*"

Svarshan unfurls his tail as the...angels come into the room. And then he gets this LOOK on his face.

It's hero worship.

He looks so happy. "He thought to convert. ...but the guardss are weakening. There wass a creature with hiss marks in there." He tilts his head to the side. "Now there are. Not."

Terewin holds up a hand "Unfortunately my duties have not ended. I would surely crusade through the very planes at your side if I could but I have given my word. I implore you, this devil is not dangerous in his cage. Perhaps you would join us in guard duty?" he offers as a compromise.

The Deva's stop, "Cookies?" Clearly confused by the devils reaction. One Deva looks to Sandy, eyes narrowing on her and not letting her out of her sight. "Sisters..." She says quietly. Another looks to Terewin, "you must let us pass, you are protecting evil." The third speaks up, "but it may be his duty, he is doing his job, it woudl be wrong of us to make him break his duty?" The two devas glance between each other, "Well..." Clearly not liking the conflict of interest. One of them glances to Alba, "Your charge as well witch?"

Svarshan looks over towards the devil, and remains there. Watching him. "He hass made every effort to. Esscape. Perhapss not the law of the agreement, but itss spirit. Guard, hiss blood givess him the ability to forsse another's form into a devil'ss, and control itss mind. With it, he removess your free will."

He goes quiet, making a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat. "He cannot exisst in thiss form, with ssuch powerss intact. Devass, can we make thiss transsformation occur NOW?" he gestures with his jaw, towards the Devas.
"So and just so," Alba replies. "He is imprisoned, here, and what holds this prison together has begun to break and crumble. His human brood, it is believed, may seek him out and free him in order to gain access to such terrible power. Here, he is prisoner and bait, and should his brood come to free him.... sah. Would this not be a proper evil to slay?"

Terewin nods "Then I think your direction is clear, stand guard here amongst us. You can both make sure he does not escape, deliver punishment when he does and intercept any of his people who come to free him. Surely this is the righteous way?" he looks to Svarshan for confirmation, he may be a knight but he is no paladin.

"psst. Svar. Is this the demon you told me about? The one that wants to be less evil out of boredom?" she asks, quietly, under her breath to Svarshan.

The deva's pause as two of them listen to Terewin, "His words speak well for a mortal. Wisdom is there." The two glance at each other, "We would only end up banishing him back to his home realm anyways sisters. This feels wrong though to be trying to protect evil." The other speaks up, "If evil seeks him to grow stronger, then it is good." They both look to Alba at that last part, "What proof can you provide that such is the truth?" The third Deva lets out a cry, "Her! She is tainted, but she also speaks nonsense. A devil to be less evil because it is bored? Foolish, no devil tells the truth. Clearly you are under his spell, step forward so we can punish you properly for your evil ways." one of them glances to Svarshan, "His blood does what? Explain!"

"..." the paladin lowers his muzzle. Svarshan then looks towards Terewin. Rather, leans towards him without taking his eyes off the devil and says, low-voiced. "Guard, there wass an agreement, that he would remain ''here'', and attempt converssion. The devil broke itss spirit by trying to esscape. It becomess complicated. He hass abilities that will return him quickly. To hiss old ways if he esscapes and doess ''not'' transsform. ...when one of hiss kind reformss, it iss only through Heaven'ss grasse, and a new. Body. You ssee."

Pause, pause. Gather the words, gather the thoughts. He is trying. He is trying so hard to work, to phrase. And now another question. "The cage iss ''weakening.'' If the devass can transsform him now, it...could stop the cascade of events that may very soon take place." To Sandy, "Yes," but it takes him time. Words. Gods, words.

A THIRD question. His mind goes blank. The devas ask, but... Shit. SHIT!

"Enough of this!" Fazahd emerges from the other question, and he comes wielding a gleaming black sword and a shield of red-enameled metal. "Look at him, ye holies. You can see clearly that his aura of wickedness is gone for the moment. What justice is this, slaying a being when they are on the precipice of change?"

Terewin holds up his hand to Fazahd "Please, put the sword away. We are coming to an understanding. Words can do more than any blade. Can you three really convert his form?" he asks the angels after Svar whispers to him.

"Demons can't change. It's in their nature. But that doesn't mean they can't be transformed," says Sandy, quietly. She rubs her eyes, then says, "I'm not sure what you're asking is within the power of even a mighty Deva," she adds to Svarshan, "but if we c an end a demon's tyranny, rather than simply send him back whence he came or, worse, put him in a position to be restored by his minions..." Shelooks towards the others.

"I am hopeful they...Or that they, being of Heaven. Would know the path," the sith-makar says, low-voiced. He closes his eyes for a moment. His brain is going mad, trying to find the... "Witch, could you pleasse. Sshare the words. About the blood." In a rare gesture, he drops a hand on Sandy's shoulder. Removes it.

Words from one side, words from another, and another, and another.... and now the Paladin has frozen and the godly tinker is challenging angels. Oh, good. "His *blood,*" she says, putting enough volume on the word to carry over all the talking, "should it make its way within another, will change them. Make of them another demon, in thrall to him. And, sooner or later, will come his son to free him, and make *use* of this power. Holy ones, *put your blades away,* for to use them would likely only make of him your *master.*"

Fazahd does so, but with unflinching deliberation. Having faced demons in combat, the appearance of the divine appears to faze him not. "I am quite schooled in the ways of the Fallen, thank you very much, Alba," he says, not turning his eyes away from the trio of daevas. "But there is nothing in my teachings which limits me from doing what I must to protect the justice of salvation, even if some heavenly quarters consider it merely a mortal drive to save souls." Oooh. Someone doesn't like daevas. Or is suspicious, at least.

Mar'Tek decides to speak up, "You know, I never agreed to trying to not escape. I think I made it clear that there was a time table, and that my escape is inevitable." The devil offers. he gets glares from the Deva's. Mar'Tek continues on and smiles a bit more, "They are partially correct. My son may of mastered the blood part, but that is a lesser version. Mine is of the blood and spirit, I would not recommend coming into contact with either." the devil's voice is rather confident. The Deva's glare at thd Devil, "We would never assist such a creature with a thing, no devil deserves salvation." They seem rather firmly set on this. Mar'Tek lets out a laugh, "Nor would I want to become good. The only thing that has caught my attention is this judge thing." Pointing to Fazahd, "I like his proposal best, the path of Neutrality, keeping balance. Means i can enjoy some aspects of it." The deva's though are listening to everybody and all turn their attention, "Power of the blood, lies no such thing is possible. The devil clearly is trying to be wily, but badly. His son though clearly must be stopped. We will help guard this prison for the remainder of our time in the realm." One of the Deva's glances to Svarshan, "have you been touched? It seems you are slow." Another glances to Sandy, still clearly weary of the woman, "

"Hrrrr..." Now a teeth-grinding noise accompanies Alba's face-palming, for she does it with her *armed* hand. Gonna have to buff those divots out of her mask, later. "Then *take your positions,* holy ones, and may this room cease to *reek* of pride and foolishness!" Throwing up her hands, she makes her way to the now-destroyed hidden entrance, as her goopy hair twists upon itself to form the crude approximation of a hand... one that turns an even *more* crude gesture toward the demon. "...What lies beyond this tunnel?"

The new entrance is another 100 foot exist out into the tunnels below the city.

"Okay. Okay. Hold on," says Sandy.

Her hands go up.

"CAN WE ALL PLEASE PUT OUR DICKS AWAY?" She says this loudly, giving Fazahd a LOOK as she does. "This does not need to devolve any further o for there to be any more thoughts of or for destructuon. THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO, MR DEMON. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT." A finger is pointed at Mar'tek.

"IF I die in some kind of divine slap fight because you all can't get along, MYRANA WILL BE VERY MAD AT ALL OF US." She is firm on this count. "SO! Let's /not/ grump at each other. IF this demon can be redeemed, somehow, that ought to be our priority and YOU OUGHT TO AGREE WITH US because your job isn't just slaying evil but allowing for mortals to try, and to fail, to do the impossible because FREE WILL. Right? RIGHT. SO! These idiots have decided that he's worth saving. I may not agee, but whatever." She sniffs.

Sandy marches up to the deva.

She kicks it right in the shin.

"ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?"
Words. The paladin's own mind turns against him for moments, that part of him that translates mouth-sounds to meaning. He turns away from them, focusing more intently on the demon nearby. He maintains Sorrow in his fist. The blade is locked in its gauntlet, to his fist. Around it, an aura that forbids a demon's dimensional travel.

Slower breath. His eyes close for a moment. "Angelss, ssalvation iss in Althea'ss realm, and Daeuss is wedded to Althea. Iss He not? If you do not offer him transsformation to a different form, either good or. Of neutral. He will be left with the Tyrant'ss powerss. Thosse powers will always. Corrupt, desspite intents declared. Today."

"I haven't decided anything," Fazahd snaps Sandy's way. "It is -self evident-." He looks to the angels and nods. "Sandiel is correct. Our priority must be the matter at hand. He is already on the path. You are beings of cosmic balance. He may be a horror, and will remain a horror to those who deserve it, but he shows complete willingness to release those souls who deserve it to their reward. That is the very nature of balance. He will always be a punisher, but now, after all this time, he now has become a judge." Fazahd looks at Mar'Tek. "But he has to want to be different. You -will- be different. Your days of devilry are over. This you know."

Terewin furrows his brow but then nods to Sandy "Ah yes. What she means to say is we all are here on a righteous cause and we need to.. /will/ work together. Perhaps for different reasons but all with righteous cause. WITHOUT ANY UNDO VIOLENCE!" he says staring daggers at Sandy. "We are all people of peace here."

The deva's are completely stuned by the sudden outburst by Sandy. The one that is kicked in the shin hops back still stunned. The deva's glance at each other, "Have mortals always been this..." not putting the concept into words easily. The deva rubs its shin and frowns at Sandy. "Of course you have free will, but you know what that thing is. It is a creation of pure evil, formed of evil by evil, from evil souls. There is no redemption for such a evil creature. If you wish to make it your task to help this devil... reform. Then we will put you under a geas to see such done." The devas look to the group, but their eyes land on Fazahd, "You seem most intent on seeing this through, will you champion this cause? See if this is even possible." One of the Deva's scoff, "As if." She offers under her breath. Mar'tek crosses his arms and leans back up against the bars of his cage, "Are they now? What you are asking of me will take effort, and the good graces of some god. I believe I will be free soon. It is only because I am still here I am considering this at all. Cruelity has been my way, but that is also what has gotten me here for so long. The path before you, you must pick it carefully now. You say all this is on me, but the truth is, it is on you to convince and help me, and I will resist you the whole way. The oppertunity is there, maybe, maybe not. Corrupting an angel takes work, I would know. Made a few fall in my time. They do not make the choice on their own, you twist them, corrupt them, and eventually they wall. You will have to show me the way." A grin crossing the devils face, "As for dick measuing, I can assure you I have the biggest one here. I can pull it out and show you if you wish?"

"The Phurai Dae have a ssaying," Svarshan says wryly. "It iss called, 'ssteps-on-dick.' It iss when the male'ss dick getss so long from waving it around that. The male tripss and falls over it." Then, can a reptile do expressionless?
Yes, yes they can.

"Self-evident my ass! If it was that obvious we wouldn't be having to face off with three bloody Devas because it was so self-evident, you self-righteous...," She cuts herself off, trying to end her fit of pique before it really gets rolling even further. She's already kicked a powerful celestial being in the shin once today. "What's evident to you and to me are two different things anyway, as you've noted. AND I MEAN IT. I AM NOT DYING. That would upset Myrana a lot and you know what she'd do to all of us if I did. There'd be lightning and yelling and probably some crying and we'd all feel guilty. And possibly wind up scorched to cinders. WEll, you woud. Not me. I'd be /dead/. Again." She eyes the Daevas. "You're not friends with any Maruts, are you? PLease say 'no'." And then to Mar'tek. "And YOU. NOT HELPING." She point a finger at him. "You're a creature of pure evil who wants out because he's /BORED/. Bored! And now you act like 'oh, well, I don't wanna be good. I wanna act like I can be above he fray and maintain 'balance'. That's bullshit and a coward's choice. You know that, deep down, because actually having a choice probably /terrifies/ you because you've never had free will. Not truly. Like the Devas said, you were born evil, from evil souls, made from evil. You've never had the ability to be anything other than what you are. And here we are, giving you a CHOICE, because that's what we have and you've /never/ had. Admit it, oh craven demon, you're /terrified/ and picking the option that unbores you, preserves your life, and means you don't catually have to *do* anything except whatever it is is the easiest to preserve /balance/." She sneers at the demon. Then Svarshan speaks and she just makes a choked sound. "GOD DAMN IT SVARSHAN." She pauses, then lowers her voice. "I ahve an idea," she offers towards Svar, then towards Fazahd, glancing back and forth between the two of them.

"No answer?" Alba says, from the ruins of the hidden passageway. "None? Are we more concerned with what may be, that we ignore what is? Philosophical maundering has overtaken the *fact* that a prison falls to ruin, and none but we stand able to repair it? Or even to fortify this prison against the evil that comes?"

Drawing in a long, slow breath, Alba pushes up her mask, turning the silvery arcane light shining from her eyes, down the hidden passage. "Very well then. Who is interested shall see what repairs may be made."

"I will." Fazahd's jaw sets as he sets his gaze on the trio daevas. "I am Fazahd Masterbuilder, Enginebreaker of Reos, Son of Ironhold. You know my essence, you know that it is justice that I require done. If Mar'Tek retained his aura of wickedness, and was infernal as he was, I would be the first to raise my hand against him - as will I do so if he falls back to evil again, however small my chance of victory may be. Nonetheless, this is an unprecedented event, and it deserves to be seen through. Slaying him now, as he is, would be an injustice of cosmic proportions." The young man knows very well that he is causing a world of trouble for himself - one can just see if in his face - but he was rebuilt by his god just for these very things. He cannot flinch because his duty has suddenly become a monstrous trial."

Terewin pinches the bridge of his nose "Can we please... can we please refrain from using coarse language. We are individuals of honor and righteous thought, this is not a dirty sailor bar. Lets do what we need to reinforce the cage and begin this process." he offers as a next step, even though he doesn't know what any of that means.

The devas and devil are once again stunned by the whole out burst and strong willed woman. Mar'Tek is the first to speak, "I am not... I am not... im scared." Growling, "Stupid curse of truth. Damn it all she is right, I have never had a choice, not even sure if I do now, and it scares the hell out of my. My bravito and snarkyness is me masking my fear. Good scares me, I do not believe I could truly turn myself over. While neutral I think.. maybe... I don't know." The devil is clearly not happy with himself and his own adminissions as he starts to curse under his breath about the curse. He stops and looks to Sandy, "Not because I am bored, I want out because I hate being trapped. I want revenge and to feed on the corpses of my enemies while their minions defile their corpses." The Deva's are regaining some of their composure and looking between each other, "Self-rightnous?" Clearly not happy about being called out on their own behavior. The Deva's though are clearly confused by the devils words and shake their head slowly. "Let us calm down and take a moment to think." The three Deva's step back to start whispering among themselves.
Fazahd steps forward to stand near Mar'Tek's cage. He is, for the moment, silent. But his arms are crossed, and his eyes steely. This is what happens when you're raised by dwarves. You get stubborn.

Svarshan tilts his head to the side. Another look goes down the way, where Alba had vanished. He concentrates for a moment.

"Hey, where'd the hot lady with the creepy hair wander off to?" Wait, did Sandy just call Alba HOT? SHE SO DID. SHe's looking around. She has an idea, but got distracted.

Terewin grins broadly "Yes! Yes, embrace the fear! Rise above it! This is something no other devil has done I am sure and you will be better for it! Not just another devil in your pit, controlled by your baser nature... become... your own unique self." he says trying to encourage things forward.

"....What," is the first word out of Alba's mouth, accompanied by a long, heaving sigh. "Saaaah... Superb. The prison is breaking because it is in the *wrong plane.* Whose idea was this."

(Also, because seeing Sandy make moon-eyes at Alba is just something not even a paladin can save against. You just fail. The end.)

"Demons and angels," Fazahd says. He keeps his eyes set on the devas.

Mar'Tek lets out a snarl towards Terewin and glares at the man. He shfits his position and stands up to his full height, which is extra large for a pit fiend. His figure is an imposing 30 feet tall and his tail lashing out shaking the room. He lunghes forward crashing into the cage Terewin is at, eyes watching the man never leaving him, "I am no coward!" He screams at first, and continues to glare, "This angers me because of how true your words are!" Pulling back and sitting back down, "Something to... think on."

"Now," says Fazahd, standing by the cage, looming himself - is it possible for a mortal to loom by a pit fiend? - as he stares at the devas. "See this, and judge if it is possible for a devil to be saved."
Terewin grins "Of course not, you had the courage to take this course, which is much more than can be said for any of your kin. You cannot be brave without fear. I salute your bravery and will forever remember it." he says with a deep bow and flourish.

The Deva's had looked up when the devil shook the prison. They frowns between each other and walk back over to the group, "To judge is not our place, to punish that which is evil is. This creature has done evil, and is evil regardless of what his aura says. If you mortals have taken it upon yourselves to see that this devil has a chance, then it will be your responsibility to ensure that he is shown the way. As he said." They say this with clearly disdain, "and correctly so, that to fall an angel takes work to make them corrupt and fall. The same would possibly be true of a being of pure evil as this. While this Quest is active upon at least one person, we will stay our hand and ward the devil from those who would seek its destruction or freedom. Who here will take upon this quest? If there are others who would take on this quest we are here so send them this way. That is our deal, if none take the quest, then it would be wise to not get in our way while we banish him back to hell."

"I will take it." Fazahd's words are lead.

"What doess the quesst involve?" Svarshan asks, speaking up. He keeps his focus on the sacred devas. So bloody. So wonderful. "The devil cannot leave hiss confiness. And divine power iss needed." Is it a failed quest, or one given chance?

"Quest, no quest," Alba calls from the Wind Room, where she floats above a quiescent portal and dead arcane machinery, "it matters little if this remains unfixed, for the moment temptation comes a devil will heed it! Is there *any* among us who know how to make this stupid, broken thing work properly?!"

"A quest to... redeem the devil." The Deva on the left offers, clearly not happy with this. "yes you will need a deities help, that will be on you. You must convince the devil, teach him, and guide him, and then convince a god to accept him into the deities ranks reborn. No easy task is before you. This is the thing legends are made of." The deva on the right snickers, then rubs his shin again. "It would also appear that keeping this prison from failing is also going to be a task on this quest. We have one, are there any others?"

"Eh, they're mortals," says Sandy, "It's what they do. Impossible things. Then they let it go to their heads and be all 'Oh, sure," says Sandy, "we can use the planar disjunction cannon to become gods ourselves! It never works." She is eyeing the machines.

"Wrong realm indeed," she agrees. " UNless we can shift the portal back into the astral or give it a new way to fuel itself, he's going to escape."

Terewin looks at the devil and then back at Faz with a conflicted look. "This is a heavy task..." but then he breaks into a broad smile as he looks back at the Devil. "But I have faith, you can do this and you will. You took the hardest step already." he says trying to encourage the devil towards good. "I know nothing of this prison, I am just a simple swordsman but if I can help direct me." he says to Alba.

"I'll fix the damned thing in a moment," Fazahd snaps Alba's way, then looks back at the devas. "So we have an accord? I will assist him."

"It is a *portal,*" Alba grumps. Why is it unpossible to make it take the power and bring it to where it *is?* Tchah, foolish tinkers..." THere's a brief, unsettling rattle as the tips of Alba's razors tap bloodlessly against her chin, as she thinks. "Have you the knowing of portals, mage? Open one here, for a time, and make of it a bandage upon a weeping sore? Perha--" And Fazahd's snap, it seems, has twanged Alba's last nerve. "GOD-BOTHERER GET IN HERE LEST I PICKLE YOUR EYEBALLS AND REPLACE THEM WITH CENTIPEDES!"

"Well, that's ass," agrees Sandy with Alba's eloquent summation.

"It's not going to be an easy fix."

Svarshan shakes himself off, and goes over to assist Alba. "I've sstudied ssome of demonss, and locks. But you and Ssandy here are. Experts on the arcane."

The Deva's nod to Fazahd, "Seems you are the one willing to accept. Step between us." They draw their blades, but not in a hostile way and circle around Fazahd. They start to chant, anybody who knows spellcraft will easily reconize this as a greater quest spell.

Fazahd does as he is bid. He's willful, strong, but he is young...and for his bravado, he is terrified. Not that it stops him.

A croaking laugh drifts up from Alba's throat, as she pushes down her mask. "More knowing than power, I have. This, well beyond my knowing. Perhaps if there were mages enough to power this with the force of their own spells... Saah, but too much time it would take from summoning unicorns to fetch tea, or whatever it is wizards purport to do their their time."

Svarshan looks back a while, then thumps his tail, once. Time to make sure the demon stays in place long enough for anything to happen. "Fazahd. We will make sure he doess not esscape. ...but make ssure your pride, and how you resspect anyone but yoursself--doessn't deny you help. Like it almosst did, today."

"I'm going to help," says Sandy, "But I'll be honest: I'm not terribly good with oaths and promises." No, really? She eyes FAzahd. Then eyes him some more. "You're insane," she adds, "But I'll try to help make sure you don't get yourself killed. Now," She turns towards Alba, making moon eyes at her, "/Hello/."

For ten minutes they chant and a glow surrounds Fazahd, "Your quest is set before you." Without another word they mover over to the cage and each take a corner leaving only one corner uncovered. They kneel down and turn into stone, guardians for now and ready to act when the time comes.
"......What." The mask turns to Sandy, and tilts to one side for a moment's silence. "......*What.*"

Muttering under her breath, she drifts up to the ceiling, unstuffing a handful of rolled-up paper from her pouches, and a stub of charcoal. So armed, she turns to one side, scribbling furiously. "When the people decide they wish to do the *work they have come here to do,* my notes shall be here. Until then, I wish you wetlander fools all joy of your distractions and priorities."

"Yes, yes, fine," barks Fazahd, after he has a moment to swallow and steel himself. "By the mountain, why all the beautiful women in my life have to screech at me on a constant basis I will never understand. Lead on! I will show you what needs to be bloody done!" It's easier to shout yourself when you're scared. Fazahd looks at the demon as he passes the cage, but he says nothing. To be continued, mister man. To be continued.

"Hmmmhm. Yeah. I am ready to help. There are some things. I /do/ have an idea. An expensive one.. I need to study if it's possible." She then eyes Fazahd. "Don't make me yell at you more, sir. Get yourself under control."

RP: Guard duty of Mar'Tek

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Astaren: Created page with "Category:Logs Category:Mar'Tek Sarka'Mon Story Guard duty, there is nothing quiet like guard duty. The long hours, boring patrols, and for some a chance to catch up ..."

Recent Logs

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Astaren: /* December */

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Many of the logs below refer to general roleplay. Some are tied to '''[[Standard PrPs|Player-Run Plots]]''', though. Many are also '''[[Meetups]]''', or '''[[Small Stories]]'''!

==2014 Logs==

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|Log
|People
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|December 3, 2014
|[[PrP: Sinkhole Part 2a]]
|[[Kidda]],[[Thanix]],[[Kroth]],[[Yngvild]]
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|December 5, 2014
|[[Commitee]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Meihui]], [[Mikilos]]
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|December 6, 2014
|[[MEETUP: Snowball Fight!]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]], [[Ionus]], [[Kidda]], [[Meihui]], [[Silmeria]], [[Jibbom]], [[Lorien]], [[Benthus]], [[Arixillo]], [[Vroole]], [[Abrahil]], [[Munch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zalara]], [[Stirling]], [[Talazia]]
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|December 9, 2014
|[[PrP: Decoy (part 2)]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Jahnavi]]
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|December 11,2014
|[[Snow Play]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Autumn]], [[Aldean]], [[Amithil]]
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|December 12, 2014
|[[PrP: Pickety Pickety]]
|[[Nuanna]], [[Jal]], [[Amithil]], [[Vroole]], [[Thanix]]
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|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Milk Run]]
|[[X]], [[X]], [[X]], [[X]]
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|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Ambush]]
|[[Schneider]], [[Lothos]], [[Aldean]], [[Kiroth]]
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|December 14, 2014
|[[PrP: Trade Route]]
|[[Jahnavi]], [[Alba]], [[Amithil]], [[Jal]], [[Aevarr]], [[Tiasa]]
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|December 14, 2014
|[[Poetic Souls]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]], [[Stirling]], [[Bahken]]
|-
|December 16, 2014
|[[PrP: Pookems and Snookems]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Kroth]], [[Amithil]]
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|December 20, 2014
|[[PrP: Supplies!]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Benthus]], [[Oates]], [[Rhar]], [[Tatyannah]], and [[Zalara]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]].
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|December, 2014
|[[A Series of Sad Bars]]
|[[Talazia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[Bandit Trouble]]
|[[Azariah]], [[Brianna]], [[Kroth]], [[Vroole]], [[Yngvild]]
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|December 22, 2014
|[[PrP: Finding Rachel]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Aevarr]]
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|December 24, 2014
|[[PrP: Think of the Children!]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Raethon]], [[Takiyah]], [[Tiasa]], and [[Vroole]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
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|December 25, 2014
|[[PrP: Dying Paladin]]
|[[Sophia]], [[Munch]], [[Lothos]]
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|December 26, 2014
|[[PrP: It's Always Bugs]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Corra]], and [[Kravar]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
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|December 29, 2014
|[[PrP: Rescue the Orphans 2]]
|[[Corra]], [[Godwyn]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|December 31, 2014
|[[PrP: Unwanted Residents]]
|[[Yrqeem]], [[Uraug]], [[Tiasa]],[[Kroth]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2015 Logs==
===Janurary===

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|Date
|Log
|People
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| January 2, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Thanix]], [[Taro]]
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|January 4, 2015
|[[PrP: Guardians at the Gate]]
|[[Laefwyn]], [[Alakton]], [[Renfrey]], [[Pips]], [[Taro]], [[Rhar]]
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|January 6, 2015
|[[PrP: Scouts or just Wolves]]
|[[Alba]],[[Dain]],[[Belladona]]
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|January 7, 2015
|[[PrP: Do you wanna chomp a snowman?]]
|[[Aevarr]],[[Kroth]],[[Smythly]]
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|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Barney the Bear]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Terewin]], [[Blackjack]], [[Arkun]]
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|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds 2]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Pips]], [[Charis]], [[Taro]]
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|January 8, 2015
|[[Pubbing]]
|[[Vroole]], [[Oliver]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Stjepan]]
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|January 9, 2015
|[[PrP:The_Cairn]]
|[[Terewin]], [[Faiza]], [[Blackjack]], [[Pips]], [[Belladona]]
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|January 11, 2015
|[[PrP: Missing Husband]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Flicker]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[Theater Front]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Flicker]], [[Basil]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 10, 2015
|[[PrP:_Goblins%3F_Bandits%3F_Stolen_babies!|PrP: Goblins and Stolen Babies]]
|Silmeria, Dain, Charis, Barsool-um
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|January 12, 2015
|[[Market Crash]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Te'Andra]], [[Solace]], [[Selia]], [[Ivy]], [[Cesran]], [[Basil]], [[Flicker]], [[Audax]]
|-
|January 16, 2015
|[[PrP: Haunted Playhouse]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Yngvild]], [[Flicker]], [[Faiza]]
|-
|January 17, 2015
|[[PrP:Walk in the Woods]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Dain]], [[Morasha]]
|-
|January 17th, 2015
|[[PrP: Doge Day Afternoon]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Terewin]], [[Rayne]], [[Bahken]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Danger Close]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Lothos]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Lost Tower]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Renfrey]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|January 20, 2015
|[[PrP: A Beautiful Mine]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Silmeria]], [[Yngvild]], [[Jahnavi]], [[Morasha]], [[Daromu]]
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|January 21, 2015
|[[Meetup: Angoron Party!]]
|[[Yngvild]], [[Jibbom]], [[Morasha]], [[Munch]], [[Kroth]], [[Bahken]], [[Hrist]], [[Nicolai]], [[Boshter]], [[Halani]], [[Stjepan]], [[Rayne]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: An Apprentice Problem]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Lothos]], [[Rhar]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 25, 2015
|[[PrP: Hunter and Prey]]
|[[Lily]], [[Latenat]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[A Suddenly Bad Day]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Lily]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[Mountain Rest]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|January 27, 2015
|[[Recruitment Efforts]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Aldean]], [[Silmeria]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: The Diary]]
|[[Charis]], [[Aevarr]], [[Stjepan]], [[Yngvild]], [[Gareth]], [[Oliver]], [[Faiza]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: Portal Trouble]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Duncan]], [[Lothos]], [[Lyrana]], and [[Zarr]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: Yippee Ki Yay]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Bennet]], [[Mara]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PrP: Clearing the Cache]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Renfrey]], [[Kiroth]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PRP: Monkey Business]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Lothos]], [[Godwyn]], [[Corra]], [[Abrahil]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2016 Logs==
===January===

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|Date
|Log
|People
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|January 1, 2016
|[[PrP: Sticky Situation]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Raethon]], [[Chach]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sigrid]], [[Eirene]]
|-
|January 2, 2016
|[[PrP: Murderous Cannibal]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Sigrid]], [[Kailin]], [[Malkael]]
|-
|January 5, 2016
|[[Docks Talk]]
|[[Munch]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|January 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Borders II: Raiders of the Lost Cart]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 10, 2016
|[[PrP: The Lost Boy]]
|[[Garak]], [[Munch]], [[Verna]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[PrP: Village of Glenspiel]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[Woods Wizards]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Fayde]]
|-
|January 12, 2016
|[[Snipe hunt]]
|[[Munch]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]]
|-
|January 13, 2016
|[[Before the Society]]
|[[Verna]], [[Solace]], [[Kailin]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Bandit Tree]]
|[[Veloria]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[PrP: Mining Job]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Sasha]], [[Drok'thar]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[Meetup: Courtroom Blues: Prelude]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 23, 2016
|[[Meetup: Bardic Concert]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Aldean]], [[Jibbom]], [[Silmeria]], [[Arisha]], [[Stjepan]], [[Abrahil]], [[Serene]], [[Svarshan]], [[Verna]], [[Miruan]]
|-
|January 24, 2016
|[[PrP: Cult Leader]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Garak]], [[Verna]], [[Alba]], and [[Nadara ]]
|-
|January 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Buried Demons]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Vasya]], [[Sully]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Demons in the Manor]]
|[[Halena]], [[Vasya]], [[Kailin]], [[Ezriya]]
|-
|January 31, 2016
|[[Blades of Hell]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Vasya]], [[Veloria]], [[Kevan]]
|-
|February 2, 2016
|[[A Ladle Help, Please]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: Fancy Party]]
|[[Vati]] [[Kailin]], [[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jacob]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jibbom]], [[Rhar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]]
|}
===February===

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|Date
|Log
|People
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|February 2, 2016
|[[Wisp1]]
|[[Iadoth]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 3, 2016
|[[Wisp2]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 4, 2016
|[[Courtroom Blues part I]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|February 7, 2016
|[[Wisp3]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 7, 2016
|[[Party Crashers]]
|[[Kevan]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|February 10, 2016
|[[Wisp4]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Uneth]], [[Mila]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 12, 2016
|[[Afternoon Fun]]
|[[Vasya]], [[Halena]], [[Wilros]]
|-
|February 13, 2016
|[[Cave Raiders]]
|[[Iadoth]], [[Nysalia]], [[Kailin]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|February 15, 2016
|[[Wisp5]]
|[[Autumn]], [[Iadoth]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 22, 2016
|[[Eye of the Needle]]
|[[Smythly]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|February 22, 2016
|[[Lost in the Hills]]
|[[Vasya]], [[Pelka]], [[Mip]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|February 27, 2016
|[[Horse Play]]
|[[Fiore]], [[Nicolai]], [[Nysalia]]
|-
|February 27, 2016
|[[Meeting in Mitclan]]
|[[Azog]], [[Alba]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]], [[Munch]], [[Jareth]], [[Cesran]], [[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 28, 2016
|[[Meetup: Campfire Tales]]
|[[Alba]], [[Aldean]], [[Durrankar]], [[Iadoth]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Ormarr]], [[Uneth]]
|-
|February 28, 2016
|[[One More Time]]
|[[Fiore]], [[Nysalia]], [[Leonis]], [[Kevan]], [[Eilrie]]
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|March 1, 2016
|[[Missing Pup]]
|[[Bennet]], [[Iadoth]], [[Uneth]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|March 1, 2016
|[[The Dark Temple of Ages]]
|[[Leonis]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|March 2, 2016
|[[The Black Warrens of Horror]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Fiore]], [[Halena]]
|-
|March 3, 2016
|[[ meets Bitr]]
|[[]], [[Bitr]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|March 9, 2016
|[[A Mouse Among Rats]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Fiore]], [[Halena]]
|-
|March 10, 2016
|[[Another Escort]]
|[[Zam]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|March 15, 2016
|[[A Light In The Window]]
|[[]], [[Fiore]], [[Nysalia]]
|-
|March 16, 2016
|[[Knowledge is Power]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Mikilos]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|March 20, 2016
|[[Forest Troubles]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Nicolai]], [[Aya]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|March 21, 2016
|[[Elementary]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Jokul]], [[Leonis]], [[Hun'rar]]
|-
|March 22, 2016
|[[Gate Gypsies]]
|[[Shagara]], [[Munch]], [[Iadoth]], [[Josselyn]]
|-
|March 24, 2016
|[[Hill Raiders]]
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Terewin]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 4, 2016
|[[Scared Horse]]
|[[Munch]], [[Iadoth]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|April 4, 2016
|[[In the Cellar]]
|[[Josselyn]], [[Eden]], [[Alakton]], [[Lucy]], [[Aya]], [[James]], [[Ansrir]]
|-
|April 5, 2016
|[[Mostly Dead]]
|[[James]], [[Nicolai]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|April 7, 2016
|[[Mountain Mine]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Ansrir]], [[Barbalau]], [[Orenthal]], [[James]]
|-
|April 7, 2016
|[[Ghoul in Wolf's Clothing]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Mandor]], [[Zyla]], [[Albain]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|April 8, 2016
|[[PrP: Perfection]]
|[[Barbalau]], [[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Polk]]
|-
|April 10, 2016
|[[Fernwood Breakfast]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Myaris]], [[Orenthal]], [[Aldean]], [[Aya]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 12, 2016
|[[Family History]]
|[[Aya]], [[Diemma]], [[Mikilos]], [[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]], [[Ahmo]]
|-
|April 12, 2016
|[[Ox Steam]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]], [[Ralickwort]]
|-
|April 13, 2016
|[[Hills Have Eyes]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Raniq]], [[Aya]], [[Alakton]], [[Eden]], [[James]]
|-
|April 19, 2016
|[[Knight on the Town]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Aya]], [[Jokul]], [[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 20, 2016
|[[PrP: The Fire Dance]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charlotte]], [[Landau]], [[Alexander]], [[Vala]], [[Mandor]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|April 21, 2016
|[[PrP: We All Float Down Here]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charlotte]], [[Landau]], [[Aya]], [[Charity]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 22, 2016
|[[PrP: All Ye Who Enter Here]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Jokul]], [[Jacob]], [[Landau]], [[Charity]], [[Charlotte]], [[Ezriya]], [[Kalkorth]]
|-
|April 23, 2016
|[[Song To The Moon]]
|[[Aya]], [[Orenthal]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|April 24, 2016
|[[PrP: More Bees With Honey]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Charity]], [[Landau]], [[Mandor]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|April 25, 2016
|[[Dark Manor]]
|[[Aya]], [[Raniq]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Josselyn]], [[Krom]]
|-
|April 25, 2016
|[[PrP: A Mystery To Us All]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Charity]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|April 27, 2016
|[[PrP: Leftovers]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Zyla]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Latenat]], [[Kiroth]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|April 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Cherub's Chalice, part I]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Eilrie]], [[James]] / [[Polk]], [[Kizzie]], [[Telecorn]] (Runner: [[Iadoth]])
|-
|April 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: The Thrill of it All]]
|[[Telecorn]], [[Munch]], [[Ralickwort]], [[Raniq]], [[James]], [[Autumn]], [[Rayne]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|April 29, 2016
|[[Lost Puppy]]
|[[Raniq]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[James]]
|-
|April 30, 2016
|[[PrP: The Haghill Horror]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charity]], [[Ezekiel]], [[Wilros]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2016
|[[Stone Tough]]
|[[Virton]], [[Lenore]], [[Nicolai]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|May 2, 2016
|[[PrP: The Wilted Lily]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Landau]], [[Ikavod]], [[Arnora]], [[Ezekiel]]
|-
|May 4, 2016
|[[PrP: Blood From Stone]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ormud]], [[Jokul]], [[Arnora]], [[Niara]], [[Ezekiel]]
|-
|May 5, 2016
|[[PrP: Should you choose to accept it]]
|[[Daromu]], [[Bitr]], [[Setiawan]], [[Telecorn]], [[Eden]], [[Polk]]
|-
|May 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Break The Mold]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ianga]], [[Jokul]], [[Tizrazz]], [[Ansrir]], [[Myaris]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 8, 2016
|[[PrP: What Tangled Webs We Weave]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Myaris]], [[Shagara]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Ansrir]], [[Galmr]], [[Wilros]]
|-
|May 9, 2016
|[[Ga'Elian Buys Potions from Mikilos]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Telecorn gets Arrested]]
|[[Myaris]], [[Polk]], [[Ralickwort]], [[Stirling]], [[Telecorn]]
|-
|May 10, 2016
|[[RP: The Horse Abusing Guard]]
|[[Telecorn]], [[Shagara]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 11, 2016
|[[Introductions in Rune]]
|[[Arynel]], [[Autumn]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 13, 2016
|[[PrP: Betelgeuse Betelgeuse Be...]]
|[[Myaris]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Aya]], run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Forest Acquaintance]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Nicolai]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Free Hugs]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Landau]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 16, 2016
|[[Comet]]
|[[Kerbasi]], [[Raniq]], [[Munch]], [[Arynel]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|May 16, 2016
|[[Raniq and Kieron Meet]]
|[[Raniq]], [[Kieron]]
|-
|May 17, 2016
|[[The Long Afternoon of Ea]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Eilrie]]
|-
|
|[[RP: 3 Sith and an Elf]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 19, 2016
|[[Beneath Thul's Shadow]]
|[[Arynel]], [[Kevan]], [[Lenore]], [[Miruan]], [[Nadara]], [[Virton]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|May 20, 2016
|[[RP: A Griffon in the Village]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Library Scrivening]]
|[[Landau]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 24, 2016
|[[RP at the Llyranesi Embassy]]
|[[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|
|[[The Tower of Four Heavens - The Eye Room]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Malorn]]
|-
|May 25, 2016
|[[RP: Skill Training in the Mountains]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Tiasa]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Behind Enemy Lines]]
|[[Aya]], [[Eilrie]], [[Myaris]], [[Raniq]], [[Ambar]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 26, 2016
|[[RP: Polishing Armaments]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 28, 2016
|[[PRP: Feeling Green]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Terewin]], [[Virton]], [[Kira]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 29, 2016
|[[PRP: Thug Infestation]]
|[[Aya]], [[Kogger]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|May 31, 2016
|[[RP: I Rhar, I Hit with Stick!]]
|[[Blauensturm]], [[Kerbasi]], [[Raniq]], [[Terewin]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2016
|[[Constructive Criticism]] (part 1)
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|June 3, 2016
|[[PrP: Salted Pork - part 1]]
|[[Aurora]], [[Ezriya]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Raethon]], run by [[Raniq|Ranik]]
|-
|June 6, 2016
|[[Summer Tea]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Myrana]], [[Krom]], [[Nyria]], [[Karnak]], [[Hun'rar]]
|-
|June 2016
|[[The Tower of Four Heavens - The Ear Room]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Ormud]]
|-
|June 9, 2016
|[[RP: Forest Lake]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|June 10, 2016
|[[PrP: Salted Pork - part 2]]
|[[Mel]], [[Raethon]], [[Aurora]], [[Aya]], [[Kalkorth]], run by [[Raniq|Ranik]]
|-
|
|[[RP: New Faces]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Tija Woami]]
|-
|June 13, 2016
|[[Mictlan Access]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Svarshan]], [[Un'eth]], [[Diemma]], [[Tija Woari]]
|-
|June 14, 2016
|[[Rat Pie]]
|[[Krom]], [[Ralikwort]], [[Tija Woari]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 15, 2016
|[[RP: Chaos Abounds]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 22, 2016
|[[Drink More]]
|[[Krom]], [[Nicolai]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Card Reading]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Arynel]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 27, 2016
|[[RP: Yelrona's arrival]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Sorscha]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 28, 2016
|[[Ceiling Splat]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Munch]], [[Setaiwan]], [[Sorscha]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kira]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|June 30, 2016
|[[RP: The Coming of the Bindroot!]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Diemma]], [[Shierra]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Demon in the Garden]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Velothin]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2016
|[[Approaching the Archives]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Diemma]], [[Kira]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|
|[[To the Archives]]
|[[Diemma]], [[Mikilos]], [[Yelrona]], [[Jessamy]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Hare We Go]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Sorscha]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|
|[[A river runs through it]]
|[[Aya]], [[Charlotte]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Velothin]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 2, 2016
|[[Fates worse than death]]
|[[Arisha]],[[Verna]],[[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 6, 2016
|[[And the Rain Crashed Down on the Roof...]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|
|[[Back to the Archives]]
|[[Diemma]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[A clue!]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 7, 2016
|[[Away, You Rolling River]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Iadoth]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 9, 2016
|[[Giants and Clowns]]
|[[Sigrid]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[Prelude to a Vision]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 10, 2016
|[[RP: Skyhold Meeting]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Miles]], [[Sora]], [[Shaoqing]]
|-
|July 11, 2016
|[[The No Good Oxleys Horrible Secret Anniversary Party for Sandy and Myrana]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Jareth]], [[Kravar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Rhar]], [[Sandy]], [[Serene]], [[Sora]], [[Sorscha]], [[Stirling]], [[Svarshan]], [[Velothin]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 12, 2016
|[[RP: Chatting]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Aldean]], [[Esmaudalein]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Take me to the river]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Fiore]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 14, 2016
|[[MAYHEM!!!]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]],[[Jacob]],[[Lahar]],[[Munch]],[[Smythly]],[[Yelrona]],[[Myrana]],[[Sorscha]],[[Miles]],[[Alba]],[[Tatyannah]]
|-
|
|[[Metal duckie, you're the one...]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Sorscha]],[[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 15, 2016
|[[RP: At the SOUTH Bridge]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Karuda]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Union of the snake is on the climb|RP: At the NORTH Bridge]]
|[[Aya]] [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Salerik]] [[Setiawan|Setiawan in disguise]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Air Station]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|July 17, 2016
|[[Hare today...]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Aya]], [[Durrankar]], [[Iadoth]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[...gone tomorrow.]]
|[[Aya]], [[Muriel]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 18, 2016
|[[Intensive Care Unit]]
|[[Sorscha]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Ain't no thing like me, except me.]]
|[[Blauensturm]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 25, 2016
|[[RP: A History Lesson]]
|[[Verna]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Playing in the Park]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Sorscha]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 26, 2016
|[[RP: Junk and Dreams]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|July 17, 2016
|[[Starving Artists]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Munch]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 28, 2016
|[[Of Freedom and Teamwork]]
|[[Lucy]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]], [[Charlotte]]
|-
|
|[[Elvensong or Lionel Ritchie]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 29, 2016
|[[Snowcone]]
|[[Hun'rar]], [[Krom]], [[Fazahd]], [[Aya]], [[Sorcha]]
|-
|July 30, 2016
|[[Another One Bites the Bone Dust]]
|[[Carwyn]], [[Safiya]], [[Ashelia]], [[Alik]], [[Celeste]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|}

===August===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 3, 2016
|[[PRP: Jewel Hunt]]
|[[Alik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Thistle]], [[Landau]]
|-
|August 6, 2016
|[[PRP: Cattle Raid!]]
|[[Miles]], [[Sasha]], [[Velothin]], [[Hildr]]
|-
|August 7, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Free Riverside Cafe]]
|[[Aya]], [[Amythyst]], [[Sandy]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Jacob]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|August 8, 2016
|[[RP: Urban Jungle]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Taer]], [[Aya]]
|-
|August 9, 2016
|[[PRP: The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing]]
|[[Alik]], [[Hun'rar]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Safiya]]
|-
|August 9, 2016
|[[Fey Ring]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Iadoth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 10, 2016
|[[Noodle Soup]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|August 17, 2016
|[[RP: Of Card Sharks & Oruchs]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[A Ranger Caught Off His Guard?]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 18, 2016
|[[PrP: The 'Orse Fieve]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Aya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Munch]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|August 19, 2016
|[[Zenia Meets Ga'Elian]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Zenia]]
|-
|August 22, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Lamplighting Ceremony]]
|[[Aya]], [[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|August 24, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Bridge Cleaning]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 25, 2016
|[[RP-Learning Fiend Lore]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Halena]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 27, 2016
|[[RP-Baldrick Tells Ga'Elian of a Demon Attack]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]], [[Baldrick]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|
|[[RP-Monastic Archives]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jacob]]
|-
|August 29, 2016
|[[RP-A Neighborly Question]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[RP-Hun'rar & Ga'Elian Meet]]
|[[Hun'rar]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 30, 2016
|[[RP-A Pleasant Day]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup: Blood Calls From Within|Meetup: Blood Within]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Durrankar]], [[Svarshan]]
|}

===September===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2016
|[[RP-Dropping In & Calzones]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Khogh Dorahl]]
|-
|September 1, 2016
|[[Ox Dwarves]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Jokul]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]], [[Dubtle]], [[Khogh Dorahl]], [[Gimring]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|September 2, 2016
|[[Steamcart Meet]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Munch]], [[Aria]]
|-
|September 3, 2016
|[[Blood Within: Part 2]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Durrankar]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|September 6, 2016
|[[Fix Ox]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Ga'Elian]], [[Bors]]
|-
|September 6, 2016
|[[Ox Effort]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jenner]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 8, 2016
|[[PrP: Noises from the Felwood]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]] (emitter), and as players: [[Halena]], [[Raethon]], [[Jokul]], and [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[A Warlords Revenge|A Warlord's Revenge]]
|[[Alik]], [[Aria]], [[Dubtle]], [[Ganbaatar]], [[Gimring]], [[Hildr]]
|-
|September 11, 2016
|[[Magus Point]]
|[[Verna]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Svarshan]], [[Raethon]], [[Pelka]], [[Myrana]], [[Jokul]], [[Jacob]], [[Fazahd]], [[Alik]], [[Aldean]], [[Alba]]
|-
|September 12, 2016
|[[PrP: Harpy Arpee]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Jokul]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Flightwright's Theatre]]
|[[Esmaudalein]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|September 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Hooks in Me Hooks in You II]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Alik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Raethon]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|September 17, 2016
|[[RP: Jake Recounts a Demon Fight]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|September 19, 2016
|[[RP: Recruited]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
| September 20, 2016
|[[Break the Assault!!!]]
|[[Raethon]] (As Plotrunner), [[Fazahd]], [[Alik]], [[Ahmos]]
|-
|
|[[SS: Around the Fire]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Charis]], [[Sebropert]], [[Svarshan]], [[Uneth]], [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|September 21, 2016
|[[PrP: Creak Crash]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]] (emitter), and as players: [[Blauensturm]], [[Alik]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: S-Dran-dead Again]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Jokul]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|September 22, 2016
|[[Plaza Muffins]]
|[[Kerbasi]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jokul]], [[Diemma]], [[Arisha]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|September 23, 2016 (+sotd Day!)
|[[RP: Delving Down]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]]
|-
|
|[[RP:_Ga'Elian Gets Duped]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aldean]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|September 25, 2016
|[[PrP: Spider Pass]]
|[[Aria]], [[Astraea]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|
|[[MEETUP: CRAFT FAIR]]
|[[Alik]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 26, 2016
|[[RP: Sparring & an Offer]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]]
|-
|September 27, 2016
|[[PrP: Seal the Northern Gate]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Astraea]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Campfire Chat]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Astraea]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|September 29, 2016
|[[RP: Duped AGAIN!]]
|[[Sora]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|September 30, 2016
|[[RP: TGI Fly-day]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jacob]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup:Revels Parade]]
|(''various'')
|-
|}

===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 2, 2016
|[[The Door Beneath]]
|[[Aria]], [[Sasha]], [[Striglegoff]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|October 4, 2016
|[[PrP: Seal the Eastern Gate]]
|run by [[Raethon]]; players: [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|October 7, 2016
|[[RP: Mischief and Paperwork]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]], [[Mel]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Rona Psychoanalyzes Elian]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]], [[Fazahd]], [[Ashira]], [[Astaren]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Murder on the Arborveil Express]]
|[[Zahara]], [[Fazahd]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Tend to your knitting]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Arisha]], [[Astaren]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|October 11, 2016
|[[RP: Ominous Tunnel]]
|[[Alik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: What's Wrong at Home?]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|October 12, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Artificer Open House]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Alik]], [[Astaren]], [[Blauensturm]], [[Stirling]], [[Striglegoff]]
|-
|October 14, 2016
|[[RP: Chaaor in the Felwood]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Ealian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[DEMILICH INSIDE]]
|(Whirlpool) [[Alik]], [[Astaren]], [[Autumn]], [[Durrankar]], [[Heinrich]], [[Malorn]], [[Miruan]], [[Uneth]]
|-
|October 16, 2016
|[[PRP: Between a Roc and a Hard Place, Part 1]]
|run by [[Zahara]];[[Donna]], [[Astraea]], [[Karuda]], [[Rassata]]
|-
|October 18, 2016
|[[A Gathering at the Grove]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Belladona]], [[Fazahd]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|October 20, 2016
|[[Erithamiel's Introduction]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]]
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|[[Hunters Gathering|Meetup: Hunter's Gathering]]
|(''various'')
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|October 24, 2016
|[[PrP: A Grim Hunt]]
|run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]. Players: [[Arisha]], [[Astraea]], [[Erakirak]], [[Taishi]]
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|October 25, 2016
|[[RP: Of Clothing & Food]]
|[[Heinrich]], [[Astaren]]
|}

===November===
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|People
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|November 1 2016
|[[Rune Defense ONE MORE TIME!]]
| Run by: [[Arynel]]. Defenders: [[Devola]], [[Sora]], [[Eilrie]], [[Astaren]], [[Erakirak]]
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|November 2 2016
|[[Plaza Peace in Pieces]]
| Run by: [[Rassata]]. Players: [[Duthei]], [[Devola]], [[Aya]]
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|[[RP – Ominous Tunnel Part 2]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga’Elian]], [[Alik]]
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|November 6, 2016
|[[RP: Spooked Horses & Sigil Trial]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
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|November 7, 2016
|[[RP: Apprentice Advice]]
|[[Aya]], [[Devola]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]]
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|[[PRP: Troubles in Marburg]]
|[[Devola]], [[Erakirak]], [[Duthei]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Sasha]], [[Zant]]
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|November 8, 2016
|[[RP: Frankie the Exile]]
|[[Roselle]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Devola]], [[Selia]], [[Fiore]]
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|[[RP: Bumpkin at the Bar]]
|[[Roselle]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Duthei]]
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|[[PRP: Mysteries in Marburg]]
|[[Devola]], [[Erakirak]], [[Hun'rar']], [[Arisha]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
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|November 15, 2016
|[[RP: The Hunter's Report]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]]
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|[[RP: Elian Engages Aria to Craft Boots]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aria]]
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|November 17, 2016
|[[RP: Union Letter and Un'eth's Offspring]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Kaj]]
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|[[Memory of Hyraxis]]
|[[Lilyth]], [[Iuitl]], [[Durrankar]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Svarshan]]
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|November 19, 2016
|[[Dran and Rune Conflict End]]
|Lots of people!
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|November 20, 2016
|[[Not a Sewer Run]]
|[[Zant]], [[Arynel]], [[Sebropert]], [[Devola]]
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|[[RP: Craps]]
|[[Heinrich]], [[Kai]]
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|November 21, 2016
|[[PrP: Wight-out]]
|Emitted by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elan]]. Players: [[Andrion]], [[Astaren]], [[Bitr]], [[Jessa]], [[Kai]], & [[Kira]]
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|November 23, 2016
|[[RP: A Fireside Chat]]
|[[Nicolai]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
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|[[Not so Conjugal Visit]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]], [[Fazahd]]
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|November 26, 2016
|[[PRP: And you shall Rest in peace.....]]
|Run by: [[Arynel]], In plot: [[Jokul]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
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|November 27, 2016
|[[Planning Against SulTek|Planning Against Sul'Tek]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Garrin]], [[Un'eth]], [[Svarshan]], [[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
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|[[PrP: Crypt of the Necro.....WHAT!?]]
|Run by: [[Arynel]], In Plot: [[Zant]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], [[Astaren]]
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|November 28, 2016
|[[PrP: When Pigs Fly...]]
|Run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], Players: [[Alik]], [[Bitr]], [[Raethon]], & [[Selerik]]
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|[[PrP: The cult of Su'Tek]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]], [[Elisabeth]], [[Lysa]], [[Roselle]], [[Garrin]]
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|November 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Keep HYDRAted]]
|Run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], Players: [[Selerik]], [[Pelka]], & [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
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|[[RP: Barbecued Bunny]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]], [[Astaren]]
|}

===December===
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|December 1, 2016
|[[RP: asking about an expedition]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
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|December 5, 2016
|[[RP: Mocharaos Comes to Mictlan]]
|[[Mocharaos]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Durrankar]]
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|December 5, 2016
|[[RP: Guard duty of Mar'Tek]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fazahd]], [[Sandy]], [[Alba]], [[Terewin]]
|}

PrP: The cult of Su'Tek

2016-12-03T01:18:55Z

Astaren:

[[Category:Logs]]

[[Category:Mar'Tek Sarka'Mon Story]]

The information on the cult is pretty scares, but there is a meeting scheduled in the basement of grandma Ingrids house. She is an elderly woman well known around the city for her cookies and has always been known to be kind and gentle. People have been randomly walking up to the house wearing black robes with silver lining. They are also sharing a password whispered to the elderly womans ear before they are let in.

The password is not to hard for the rangers very well trained ears to picku, "Water in the Blood." spoken in infernal to grandma Ingrid. Rosella has some luck, she spots a small group of four stragling behind the rest and a few blocks away. She is easily able to walk by them as there are public streets and overhear some of what they are saying, "I am looking forward to the cookies, they are always the best part of these meetings."

Ga'Elian waits for most of them to go, inside... away... regardless. He's also looking to not cause a ruckus. He spots the four by Roselle and moves that way, trying to be unremarkable if seen.
One of the cultist stops for a moment and glances around, "Oh, remember the values." stopping and turning to Rosella, "Would you like to join us for some great cookies and learning tonight? we are studying the evils of the world and how to fight against them."

Roselle, in the process of meandering past the four, stops, blinking. "Well now. That sounds remarkably intriguing," she returns, giving a bright, glittering smile. "Evils of the world! How fascinating! Mind if I bring a friend, since it so happens we /have/ been discussing topics that sound...rather similar in nature?"

Ga'Elian sneaks up behind one of the three others and attempt to stealthily grapple him from behind. Hand over his mouth, other arm restaining him, dragging him off into dark ally without alerting his friends. You know the stuff that sneaky heroes always get away with in the movies.

The cultist grabbed by Ga'Elian never got a chance to say a word, he is pulled back and disappears from view, perhaps to never be seen alive again. The cultist talking to Roselle grins a lot brighter, "Oh your friend is more then welcome to come along. We are always looking to add to the ranks of those seeking to end evil." The man glances past Rosella and then around, "So where is your friend, and I guess Mark went on ahead." Oh you have a name for the guy now.

"Fighting the evils of the world sounds intriguing, indeed", says Elisabeth... decked out with her armor and cloak that so prominently display the symbols of Daeus. "I, for one, would welcome hearing of such things. Cookies are, also, always a welcome treat", she adds, with a wink and a grin.

Ga'Elian having succeeded in grabbing Mark without any of the other cultists being any the wiser, renders him unconscious as he pulls him into a dark alley. There, he takes the man's ceremonial garb and puts it on himself, and ties the hapless cultist up to a mana lamp-post with a hastily scribbled note pinned to his silk-rope bindings. The note says, "Arrest me. I am a diabolical cultist and need to make confession to the Temple of Daeus." Having ledt his package as described, he walks out toward Grandma Ingrid's front door.

Roselle, having been treated to a full view of exactly where said cultist - and Ga'Elian - went to, waves her hand grandly at Elisabeth, who's been making her way over while the distraction is in progress. "Behold. Like minds," she drawls, voice a sandpaper-honey rasp. "There's always evils of the world to fight, in different guises." Her eyes glitter as she adds casually, "Perhaps I'll be able to meet your friend Mark later on, since he's obviously in a hurry to get to this meeting." She puts juuuust a touch of emphasis on the name, in the hopes that Ga'Elian is /somewhere/ he can hear the damned thing as he goes by.

The cuiltist grins even wider, "Oh a follower of Deus? We get bonus cookies for bringing along followers of that." He the man turns and queit happily starts down the path towards Grandma Ingrids house. The man walking up to Grandma Ingrid, "Hey we got two people interested in joining our cause to help ride the world of evils!"

Svarshan scents the area, as he steps out from one of the buildings. He wears a cultist's guise, and human skin. Along the skin are carved subtly, the signs of the Infernal. The latter marks are made with some knowledge. They suggest a binding of some kind, and he smiles predatorily at the two 'recruits' as he approaches Ga'Elian. He makes a sign with his hand to their fellow cultist. "Indeed."

Ga'Elian responds with a secret IB sign. He says, "I know the passphrase."

"I hear you make excellent cookies, Grandmother", Elisabeth says to Ingrid with a smile. "I look forward to sampling some samples of your artwork."

Roselle inclines her head to Svarshan as he comes up. Respectfully, and all that. Her eyes glitter all the more as she studies him, then turns to Elisabeth. "I suppose we shouldn't keep people waiting. Shall we?" A throaty little trill of sound rumbles in her throat briefly, and she yaaaawns, like a large predatory cat.

Ga'Elian leaves a little gap between the ladies and their escorts and himself wanting to arrive separately.

"My every respect to the followers of Daeus, and their conviction to the Law," Svarshan says to the new recruits. Again, the hint of something predatory, and the look he turns to grandmother is much kinder. Underneath, it really isn't. "Grandmother," he says warmly. He pulls up the robe's hood, supposedly against the chill. "It would be good to get inside. I can ''smell'' thosse cookies already." His actual tail is tucked around his waist, with added padding. A fattened, infernal Friar Tuck.

Grandma Ingrid offers a bright big smile to the two new commers. "Oh granny is so glad to see you all." waving the other cultist to the side. "Password dearies in a moment." He reaches into a box and pulls out two large snickerdoodle cookies and offers one each to the new commers, "Try a sample now, you simply must. If you do not like sugar cookies, I have other kinds." the woman smiling widely. Then then blinks and glances to Svarshan, "You get inside quick, shame on you. Shame. You should know better then go around marked like that, we are fightning evil, not trying to become evil. Shame!"

Taking the cookie, Elisabeth makes as if to wait on eating it. Later, when not being directly looked at, she'll simply put the cookie into one of her pouches, rather than eat it.

Ga'Elian awaits his turn and mimics what he witnessed the earlier cultists do, saying "Water in the Blood" at the appropriate time. <infernal>

The grandma hawkish eyes never leave the two newcommers, "Now now, no entering unless you try my famous cookies." her smiles staying friendly. She waves to Ga'Elian to let him and Svarshan in with out looking their way.

"Old marks, grandmother, before my salvation. Forgive me. Charn...you know how it is." Svarshan says warmly. He steps forward as though to embrace her, before uttering Infernal's hateful nuance. He stands back, then, and looks to Roselle and Elisabeth. "I hope you'll learn, as I have."

Roselle accepts the cookie with another respectful dip of her head towards Granny. "Thank you, Grandmother," she purrs. A slanted glance at Svarshan and her mouth twists faintly into a crooked, almost malicious grin. She says nothing, however, just jogs Elisabeth's elbow very casually, waiting until Svarshan - all deities be praised - provides a distraction so she can bite into the cookie. Well, she does actually take a chunk out of it, and chew. Swallowing it, however...maybe not.

Elisabeth pulls out her cookie, saying "Thought I could save it for later and ask for another, too", as she lifts it for a bite... also chewing and hoping for a chance to not have to swallow it.

Svarshan smiles encouragingly. Then, tugs the cloak and its hood down more firmly against the wind, and tucks his hands in. NOT AT ALL A CULTIST. He will totally make a little sign. And hang it on his back.

Garrin is here! He's totally here. Arrived wearing DASHING robes.

...as dashing as an all black set of robes can be. Okay, so they're not dashing, but Garrin clearly wishes they were.

"If we are to get inside, and the only way inside is to eat her treat, does that not give us one way to succeed in this mission?" asks Lysa softly as she approaches in her robes... worn over her regular clothing choice.

Her voice does have a northern accent. "I will eat one." she adds as she arrives. Still speaking softly.

Roselle tilts her head slightly and slants a glance at Elisabeth, brushing cookie crumbs from her fingers. She hasn't finished the one she's holding, just bitten into it. "Let's go in or we'll be late," she urges, and her voice has taken on an oh-so-slightly-restful quality. "Evils of the world, and all that. Mmmm. This is good, Granny, thank you."

Ga'Elian stays near to Svarshan, but basically tries to blend in and draw no attention.

Elisabeth glances over at Roselle... then smiles brightly. "Yes... let's go in and hear about the evils of the world", she chimes in, trying to sound happy and sedate.

Grandma Ingrid smiles to the newcommers, "inside inside, we are running late. She motions for Rosella and Elisabeth to follow after as well, "Welcome to the Order of the Black Silver." she offers and then shakes her fingers at Lysa, "Soon enough dearie. Only new commers get cookies at the. There will be plenty downstairs for you." With that she leads them down to the basement. There are about twenty people all gathered sitting at tables, which have heaps of various cookies on them. Rosella and Elisabeth is motioned over to a table. Another man walks up to a small stage and pulls off his hood. He is a reconizable scribe some of them have met, the very guy who gave the map to the prison. He glances around, "Welcome all welcome all!"

When one of the 'recruits' compliments grandmother's cooking, Svarshan laughs aloud, and throws an arm around Roselle's shoulders. He smiles in a fatherly way, this Tuck. In the meanwhile, he looks comfortably around them. His other, he drops around Ga'Elian. Just cultist friends.

Nodding, Lysa shrugs. "Too bad. I liked the cookies." she offers before she turns and heads on inside. She makes sure her hood is up as she does so, keeping her hands holding her robes shut and all. She's doing her best to stay out of the way at this point. She's charming, but not really fantastic at underhanded schemes.

Elisabeth lets herself be led and sat at the table, right next to Roselle, if she can manage it without dropping her laconic act... and smiling the whole way.

Roselle gives Svarshan a crooked grin as he drapes an arm around her. Relaxed, completely at ease with the world, even. She studies her surroundings with curious eyes, head tilting like an inquisitive sparrow. Somewhere along the way, she's lost the remnants of her cookie, but it doesn't seem to bother her. "So many people," she drawls lazily. "Saving the world's a good thing, the more people there are, certainly."

For his part, Garrin is so ready to go insie. He's waiting on the lizard to do so, of course, but he's ready enough. Curiusly, ehglances towards Roselle, Elisabeth and Lysa. These are individuals he does not know.
Ga'Elian is checking EVERYTHING out, but taking Svarshan's behavior as an example, tries to look nonchalant about it.

"Yes... saving the world", Elisabeth says in agreement with Roselle, nodding her head as she sits.

Most of the cultist lead their hoods on, but they are starting to eat the cookies. The scribe looks around and smiles, "We have wonderful news in our fight against evil. Our leader Su'Tek, has disovered the bones of ultimate evil. We can soon destory them and bring an end. Though there is bad news. What should of been bones were actually living. Seems that shunting the prison out of the realms of limbo and back to the material realm have allowed the foul celestial to regenerate. Su'Tek needs us to help him gather the supplies needed to bring down the demon. Silver, we need to start collecting silver." The other cultist stop in their cookie eating, and nods in agreement, then all say in unision, "Collect Silver."

'Tuck' pats Roselle's shoulder a few times, then leans over the other way to talk with Ga'Elian. He starts to say something to Ga'Elian, and then spots a familiar face in the crowd. "Collect Silver," Svarshan intones, looking at Garrin briefly and then raptly, towards grandmother.

Elisabeth glances about, and repeats, "Collect silver", with everyone else. Leaning towards Roselle, she says, quietly to the woman, "You can certainly think clearly enough to collect a great deal of silver, I know you can!"

{Foul Celestial...) O O o o . . thinks Lysa. She doesn't shake her head as that would move the hood and get noticed. She does her best to echo the 'collect silver' statement softly, but her blue eyes are moving about, trying to take in any other information.

Ga'Elian repeats the phrase 'collect silver' in a few languages, tradespeak, Infernal, sildanyar, yrch-speak, jotun

Roselle intones, "Collect silver!" with as much verve and fervour as the rest of the cultists. "Hmmmm?" Oh, Elisabeth is speaking to her - she leans over to listen, another little relaxed chuckle trilling in her throat. "Silver? Oh of course I can..." she returns. "As much as anyone else here, I think." Her eyes widen like a cat's, then narrow again and she streeetches like a predatory serpent. "Let's go silver collecting, shall we now." A rasping chuckle and just the hint of a malicious bite to her words.

With a nod in the direction of Svarshan at some unspoken, tacit agreement on things, Garrn casually pockets his cookie. No eating cookies right now. He eyyeeeeees Roselle a bit. Just a bit. "Collect silver," he mumbles, blending in.
You paged Svarshan with 'Ros no longer smells of devil'

Svarshan looks at their newest 'recruit' and pats her shoulder a few more times. He takes a step aside, inhaling carefully beneath his hood. Just a cultist. Smokin', smokin'.

"Remember all, the Celestials are the ones who force their will on us. Demanding our obedience and subservience, there is no freedom or libery with the side that calls themselves good. Our liberator seeks to free us from their curruption. Though be ever mindful not all will accept out message of freedom. We though will have those who come to us, and deny our message. Seeking to pervert the truth with their propeganda and darkness. We have one such here to day, a follow of Deus. One our greatest enemies, and so we shall offer her to our Liberator in the traditional ritual sacrifice and eating of her heart. Brother Christopf, I believe you have the honor of the sacrifice today?" The scribe pulling out a dagger, blacked with blood and curved, perfect for cutting out hearts. The other cultist standup and cover the exits, to make sure Elisabeth cannot escape so easily

Elisabeth stands up, smiling... and pushes back the side of her cloak. One hand makes an upward-tossing motion, and a little flame (an ioun torch) begins to orbit just above her head. Then her sword comes out of its sheath and she says to the man with the knife, "Nice blade... but mine's bigger!", as she lifts the shiny, steel blade into ready position.

Roselle stands up, right next to Elisabeth, and waves her hand at the cultist holding the dagger. "Why on earth are you bothering with HER?" she notes lazily, eyes half-lidded and glinting bright. "Small potatoes! Not worth half the trouble of getting all bloody and singed and whatnot. There are other bigger, better, more WORTHY targets. Pffft. You can't save the world with one /little/ follower of Daeus you know. I thought you had higher and loftier ideals than that..." Her gaze drifts to Svarshan and a twisted, wicked grin curves her lips. "And he's got the right idea, that one, hasn't he?"

Several of the cultist back off, including brother Christopf. Uhh yea you can have this one. Seems the cookie did not work on her..."

"*I* suffered at their hands. That honor should go to *ME*," 'Tuck' says, proudly. He looks towards Elisabeth with the sort of contempt reserved for people who don't hate kittens quite enough. Roselle, though. He jerks towards her. Considering. "We could make the Liberator proud," he says, in a sing-song voice.

"Hmph... coward!", says Elisabeth to the knife-wielding man. "You speak of saving the world, and lack any and all real conviction." She does, however, shift her gaze to Garrin... she doesn't know him, and if he's serious about coming after her in place of the idiot with the knife, he could be trouble.

(What about 2 Daeus followers?) O O o o . . thinks Lysa as she stands off to one side. But.. she's tired of cloak and dagger. She merely shucks her robes and pulls out her shield.. the sky blue field with the centerpiece looking like a flaming sun icon. "Justice and protection to all who serve the cause!" she calls out as she draws her own sword. It's a longsword, but forged a bit differently from the normal ones this far south. Still, it is sharp steel, and she proudly bears the symbol of Daeus. "Which will you choose now?" she asks aloud. She's.. sure, a Paladin, but being a Paladin doesn't mean you're not an ass at times. "Come on. I will let you meet your liberator right now!" she cries out as she advances on Tuck.

At the sight of a second Daeus followers the cultist decide running away is the best option. There is a suddenly flurry of movement as they all take a different direction and start to flee.

"Take alive the one with the knife!", calls out Elisabeth, pointing at him with her sword. She's still eying Garrin, too. To Roselle, she questions, "Do you know him? Is he with us, or 'gainst us?"

As Brother Tuck rises and goes forward, Brother Mark (Ga'Elian) rises and throws off his disguise. Out comes the whip, Indiana Jones style. He shouts, "You are all nothing but sacrificial lambs to the power of Sul'Tek! The silver you wish to collect is as nothing compared to the mana from releasing your souls!" He lashes his whip at Brother Cristoph's neck, as if he would disarm him of the head he's carrying upon those shoulders.

Svarshan looks, considering, towards Roselle. Then, as though under some sort of possession, turns towards Lysa. Who now has the blade ou--he stares at her a moment. "Worthless sacrifices," he says, spitting. Then, lunges towards grandmother. If he has to, he'll fly.

"...oh good," says Garrin after a moment of staring at Lysa. He puts a hand over his face.

As the people begin to flee, and Elisabeth announces her intention of taking the knife wielding guy alive, Lysa nods and surges forward to try to bonk the guy out with her shield even as she turns towards the rest and roars, "HALT!" to the fleeing cultists. She's not the -most- intimidating gal, but she's trying to at least make them hesitate.

The cultist find doors closed, ways blocked, and clearly get intimidated by the way they are being screamed out. These are normal people caught up in something they could not fight against. They throw down their weapons and cower, "Please, all we want is our freedom!" Every single cultist is accounted for, except for one. Grandma Ingrid is missing from the group. Having not been seen since the scribe took the stage.

"With," Roselle answers tersely, in answer to Elisabeth's question about Garrin. Her focus has shifted now, from the fleeing cultists to the door of the basement. Dark eyes narrow sharply. What she's done is not entirely clear, at least until the first cultist to the door gets there - and promptly starts yelling and tugging at it to try and get it open. Nope. No dice. The damn thing remains steadfastly locked, and the tall half-Sil bares her teeth in satisfaction. "At least no one's pink with blue spots this time, Vardama's singed hair and balls..." She then turns her attention to the rest of her comrades-in-arms, to see what, if anything else, needs doing.

Garrin pulls a sap out. And began whapping people with it. Or even THREATENING to whap people with it. This works well enough for him.

Elisabeth looks about the room, after being told whose side Garrin is on. "The old woman got away... for now, let's deal with this rabble", she says, stomping towards the man with the dagger and pointing at him with her sword. "Drop the weapon, or do you wish for me to actually consider you a threat?", she asks of him.

The man with the daggers it, "yes yes of course! Don't enslave me!"

The man with the dagger drops it, "yes yes of course! Don't enslave me!"

He can't find her. She's-- "Sshe left." And he doesn't know how he missed her. Svarshan stares at the door, seething. ...and begins to scent the air.

Ga'Elian calls out, "Lord Gilead, I name Grandma Ingrid as my quarry. Bless me to find her ere the night passes." At this a spectral image of a pair of great stag's antlers appears on the elf's head.
"Hunter? Did you ssee anything?" Svarshan asks Ga'Elian. He jogs, hopping onto the stage. "Here. ...the trail vanisshes here. Hunter!"

Once the people are secured, the scribe is placed in custody and the dagger reclaimed, Lysa makes her way over towards Elisabeth and smirks a bit. "Dame Lysa Hrolfdottr of Daeus, here to offer my support." she announces as she sheathes her sword. Her voice has a rather thick Northern accent but... hey, she's here to help right? "They really thought they could sacrifice a priestess of The Shining Knight?" She asks as she turns to regard the prisoners...

You paged Ga'Elian with 'An illusion covers a hole in the stage.. the trail leads down that.'

Svarshan falls to all fours. He looks odd now, half-disguised, half scaled. After a moment, he stops near part of the stage. "There'ss an opening here," he says. He looks over towards the shaking cultists, the rest of the party. "We can follow, but it will grow cold, fasst. If sshe getss to the ssummoner, sshe will. Warn him."

Elisabeth steps forward, nodding to Lysa. "We are not here to do you any harm, but to free you from the influence of the darkness that has invaded your mind, kind sir", she says, as she sheathes her sword to reach out and place a hand on the head of the man who threw down the sacrificial knife. "You need only allow the light of Daeus give you the strength to throw off the darkness that has enspelled you", she says to him, then says, in the Celestial tongue, <<Shining One! Please, let these people see your light that they might follow it away from the darkness.>>

The man screams in terror, "She is enslaving my mind!" Reaching up and starting to claw at his face, and drawing blood. His blood is a shade darker then it should be.

And that is when Lysa sighs and reaches to try to restrain the fellow, "She is trying to free it from the compulsion you are under. Daeus would never enslave you. His light shines to free others. He exists that others might exist."

The man calms down a little, but still clearly paniked, "All I want is my freedom..."

"... this man is... what -is- that?", Elisabeth asks, eyes wide, as she reaches out to pull the man's robes away from his body to reveal what she's seen. "Don't worry, sir... we will free you from... whatever this is... do you know what it is?"

Roselle's been making her way towards Garrin, as he plies the sap at will and good measure. "I think you can save that for another time," she comments wryly with a crooked smile. "Come on, let's see if we can find Granny... She pauses sharply as the cultist begins to scream, the very tip of one ear twitching juuuust a bit as if a fly's landed on it. Especially at the blood he leaves in wake of the scratch. "...I think," she says, brow drawing together sharply, "He might be charmed to take hurt from anything Celestial in nature. Or at least programmed to believe it. I could try something else that might work." A glance over towards Ga'Elian and Svarshan. "Go quickly? You're better hunters and can move faster."

"Then you and I wish for the same thing then." agrees Lysa softly. But she tries to catch Elisabeth's eye and with her own bright blue orbs, she glances pointedly down at the man. . . at his skin and the pulsing stuff.

The man as he is derobed and left naked before all, has black silver webs across his chest and down to his legs. They are pulsing and have a very demonic evil feel to him. He uses his hands to cover himself and shrinks back, "My marks of freedom!"

"WEll, yeah. It's stopped being necessary," says Garrin, pocketing the sap. He's thankfully not had to employ it TOO much as most of them were quick enough to surrender.

He grins towards Roselle, though, drops his hood to reveal that he's a soulless ginger (no doubt to everyone's dismay) and says, "Yeah. Using this thing is particularly..." He waggles his eyebrows, "..sapping."

Svarshan looks down towards the hole, then back. He chuffs underneath his breath, and looks over towards Roselle, and the cultists. "...we can't. We need to take them--all of them--to the Altheanss. Who here can disspel?" he asks.

Narrowing her eyes, Lysa mutters, "The webbing quite literally follows his veins.. and arteries. I believe it is an infection within the blood, if not some magically invasive effect. Fiendish perhaps even, but I cannot speak to what it is so much as.. -where- it is at the moment.

"The dispelling of magicks is beyond my meager abilities, yet", Elisabeth says, sadly, in reply to Svarshan's question. To the man with the black stuff on him, she says, "Remain calm... we will do what we can to free you of this terrible influence... do you know what these black... veins... are?"

Roselle grimaces. "I can, but I don't know if it will work on something like /this/," she returns to Svarshan. But not before /eyeing/ Garrin and cuffing him on the shoulder and growling, "That was /abominable/." She turns her gaze to the rest of the room and her eyes narrow, focusing in particular on the man Lysa is attempting to heal. Lifting her right hand, she places index finger and thumb together, then lightly blows a puff of air, as if she were dispelling a dandelion into the atmosphere.

"When the grandmother fed her," Svarshan nods to Roselle, "Sshe began to sscent of demon and her. Sstrength began to change. Thiss may be the what that enchantment led. To." Pauses. "But I do not know." Then, "''Garrin?''" he asks. EMPHASIZING THE WORDS SUBTLY.

The man looks down to his black vein markings, "Grandam Ingrid says that they are the markings of my freedom. Makes me immune to your charms and ways, freeing me from celestial corruption." The man starting to gain a little confidence in his words, "I am the most free of all of us, next to Grandma."

"OH NO. We can't let anyone have the demon cookies! LEt me just take these and stuff them in my pockets!" Garrin begins to stuff the cookies in his pockets for the time being. After Roselle cuffs him and Svarshan spekas, that is. He nods towards him, though, and adds, "Uh... I sorta skipped class in 'dispel magic day'," he adds, coughing delicately once.

"When have I tried to enslave you? I have brought His light into the room, and nothing else. I have done nothing to harm anyone here... but at her behest, you wished to cut out my heart, to end my life. Where is the good in that?", Elisabeth says to the man, sadly.

Svarshan gives Garrin a long, disappointed look. It is one of those sad looks that ends with: 'and this weekend, no one's makin' waffles, and we are totally spending a month in prayerful meditation and confessionals until cheerfulness in discipline is reached.'

"I'm /sorry/," Garrin says to Svarshan, "I'm not good at that part of magic, okay?!" He clears his throat.

Roselle grimaces all the more as she carefully observes the cultist. "I'm sorry. It's not working." A faint twitch of her mouth in apology to Svarshan, and then Garrin is suddenly Stuffing Cookies Into His Pockets, after Svarshan's VERY SUBTLE INJUNCTION, and she just /eyes/ him again. Although her mouth twitches further. "Be careful with those," she adds, and bends to look at the cookies carefully. She doesn't touch them, noticeably. Not yet. Her head tilts slightly.
You paged Svarshan with 'The blood, something about the blood. I suggest you let Lysa pose first, let the younger player have a moment?'

"It looks like his blood -is- infernal. The energy is either -in- his blood, or it is his blood." offers Lysa as she steps back from the man. "I would think that would be very painful."

Roselle draws her head back in a sharp, serpentine gesture, punctuated with an equally serpentine hiss. "I do believe," she rasps, eyes narrowing. "Granny is poisoning her cultists. These cookies have a strange smell like blood. And an even stranger colour. This is blood magic of a sort perhaps - potent magic. No wonder earlier on it clouded my mind. We should take these back to destroy them after we have them studied. Who knows, perhaps we can find out what exactly is in them...and if there is blood, there /must/ be someone whose blood it is." Her smile is Very Not Nice, her teeth baring in a fierce grin.

There is a sudden and loud screetch of a females voice coming from below the stage, then silence.

Svarshan looks over, quiet. Listening. "If that hass happened... A demon iss not a ''mortal.'' It iss an essence. That essence iss Evil, and itss will belongss to the Hellss. It iss why, barring actss of the divine, they cannot be converted." He stops there. Lets the implications set in. "Sso long ass that blood iss pressent and active. ...they will remain as they are."

"Probably the old woman's... if she's actually a woman and not some infernal or diabolical beast trying to enslave the minds of these poor townsfolk", Elisabeth says... then there's the screech, and she adds, "Perhaps our hunter has caught his prey..."

Ga'Elian emerges from the 'wall' with the fiend that was Grandma Ingrid firmly grappled. She has a broken arm, too. He calls, "Milord, wouldst thou interrogate this she-devil or should I despatch her?"

Grandma Ingrid does not look the same as she was before. She is half naked, and half her body is a black silver that pulses. She is out cold at the moment.

"Did I lie to you, as Ingrid did, sir?", Elisabeth says to the vein-covered man, with a gesture to the unconscious fiend. "Will you allow me to take you to my temple? Will you allow me to seek the aid of others to cleanse you over its blood, with which it has infected you?"

The man humpfs at Elisabeth, "Do I have a choice? Subject me to your mind games and mental control, I will not subvert to the celestials and so called good gods will. I am not infected, i am liberated!"

Roselle tilts her head thoughtfully at Svarshan for a considered moment. "...Just don't eat the other cookies," she murmurs to Garrin absently. Then she picks up one of the Infernal Cookies of Doom, and brings it over to Svarshan. "You said you could smell demon when I changed, after eating these. Is this demon blood, and if it is, could you possibly /find/ the source of it?" The racket from under the stage startles her and she gives vent to a /hiss/ and an extremely pungent curse in Yrch. When Ga'Elian emerges with the Thing Wot Was Grandma Ingrid, she wrinkles her nose, frowning even more at the black and silver that covers half her body. "Well. No healing /that/ one, not yet."

"He's right, you know," says Garrin, agreeing with Svarshan, "Demons are pure evil. They don't belong in this world. And everythign ABOUT theis evil. Everything they touch is poisoned or harmed." He glances toawrds Roselle, concernedly for a moment, before back to the otehrs. He moves towards the fallen woman, though. "That's... interesting." He squints.

Svarshan leans over to scent the cookies, as asked. He keeps his eye on the hunter and the prey, however. Who knows what mischief the grandmother might get up to?

"You always have a choice, my dear man", Elisabeth replies. "If you truly wish to remain as you are, I will not force it upon you. This is why I ask... instead of feeding you cookies to trick you into taking on an infection", she says. "If you truly wish to leave... though it saddens me that you would choose to remain as you are, you may leave. Please... open the door and let him choose his path", Elisabeth says, more loudly, as she rises and backs away from the vein-covered man.

The man is already back on his feet heading for the nearest exist. He does not hesitate even a split second in waiting.

"Free will requires choice." suggests Lysa as she steps off to one side, keeping herself out of the way, but on hand to intervene should her help be needed.

"The War of the Brotherss was over free will," Svarshan says absently, as he takes in the blood-scent. "Daeuss ssaid, creation sshould be sset free. The Tyrant ssaid it sshould be held. Ssomeone touched in thiss way would not possess full will." He straightens, looking over. "Thess ssmell of devil."

Roselle glances at Elisabeth. "If he warns the summoner, or whoever else it is behind this, things may turn even uglier," she says quietly. "I'll unlock that door but /only/ after we've determined there's no other alternative. What if he goes out infecting everyone else? That blood is already potent." At Svarshan's comments, she nods. "Can you find the one whose blood it is?"

The man pauses a moment and looks over to Svarshan and then over to Elizabeth, "Wait that doens't make sense, why would a manipulative mind controller like Daeus advocate for freedom."

Ga'Elian has Ingrid in a strangle hold, and asks her roughly, "Who's blood is in those cookies?"

The sith-makar tilts his head to the side. Not playing a role, he's more thoughtful, his speech slower. ...or nonexistant. He looks towards the grandmother, recalling the screams from earlier. Then, drops to his fours and goes over to check. "Herss is the sstrongesst. Everyone ssmells like her." He falls to a crouch there, still thinking. He barely hears the man's question.

"A people who thinks they're free, when they aren't, is more easily manipulated," points out Garrin to the man. "I mean, look at how far you've already come? You need help. A ot of it." He glances towards Svarshn and pats him o the arm. "Fortunately, we have just the fellow to deliver it. Hey, Svar. This is Svarshan, PALADIN OF THE LIGHT. Also, come on. There's demon blood in the cookies."

"Daeus and those who truly follow him stand for truth... and free will", Elisabeth says to the man. To Roselle, she shakes her head. "No... if he truly wishes to leave, let him leave now. It -must- be his choice. That is how the Shining One, the Master of Law, the True Metal would have truth and freedom be. Let him go, if he wishes to go. Please."

Grandma Ingrid offers a wide grin, "Su'Tek's blood, all of it is his blood. It bends the mind to his will. He got me a long time ago, and for that i have been blessed by him. You will find plenty of the blood down in the wine celler. Each and every bottle of wine in his blood." The man stares at the woman, "Wait..." Rubbing his head as if in great pain.

"If you choose to leave, sir... and if you, later, change your mind, ask for Elisabeth du Leoncorte at the temple of Daeus", says the priestess to the man, standing right where she is. She flinches at the sound of the breaking bone, though; that clearly wasn't something she liked to hear.

While some Paladins might object to that treatment, the woman is in service to fiends. She is of the school of... actions deserve consequences. She nods as Ga'Elian does that to Ingrid. "Fiendish, as I suspected." But her eyes light up .. no not literally.. at the mention of another Paladin. This place has more Daeusites than some churches.

"We have many of the faith, here. Ssa, Ingrid. Evil failss becausse it--" and then the hunter goes for the demon's legs. He lunges, grabbing hold of the demon and rolling them both out of the way.

Ga'Elian releases his captive and allows the rescue to go unopposed.

Roselle is watching Svarshan now, although it's clear she's still listening to whatever else is going on. She doesn't answer Elisabeth, not right away - her gaze does go to Grandma Ingrid and she studies her for a long while with calculating, glittering eyes. "Choice and free will do not necessarily go hand-in-hand in the world of demons and magic," she rasps finally. "Daeus may wish for truth and freedom, but this is /not/ any of that, not in this tainted place. But, I am Eluna's Inquisitor, not her paladin. So be it then." A glance sent at the door, and it unlocks itself. The minute Svarshan moves though, she drops back, tense, in case she needs to help with anything.

Grandma Ingrid cackles with glee as she is about to her her legs broken. Then cackles some more as she take the grapple and save and then bites right down into Svarshans flesh!

"Thank you, Roselle", Elisabeth says. She then gestures to the door and says to the man: "The way is open for you. You may leave, if you wish to." Then she turns away to look at the fiendish Ingrid, just as she's biting down...

Snarling now, Lysa surges forward, her sword coming out of its scabbard as she strides up to Ingrid and Svar. She points her weapon at Ingrid and snarls out, "Cease!"

The paladin goes still, for a moment. Svarshan then twists, slamming his elbow against her. He begins to follow with a wrestler's move when his expression changes, and goes still. Then, something else happens, instead. Brurning, brilliant light flashes, as strong as sunfire.

Ga'Elian jumps away (without the panache he might have wanted), then draws a longbow from a quiver that is much too small for it. Immediately afterwards, the bow is nocked with a silver-tipped arrow, aimed at Ingrid. The archer waits to see what Svarshan will do.

For a few moments Ingrid screams, then she turns into ash, leaving nothing left.

...the demon becomes ash. Ash falls to the floor. Svarshan remains crouched there a while longer. His expression, unlike when he was acting, is absolutely still. It adopts no smiles, no grimace. So, "...for a moment. I felt how sstrong that wass. The Dragonfather'ss own claws protect me from possession. We are dealing with. ...something terrible. And sstrong."

After all of that, Lysa watches with remorseless eyes, and then she reaches a hand down towards Svarshan, offering to help him up, "Rise in the Shining Knight's grace." she offers softly.

"The cache of bottled demon's blood should be destroyed, as well", Elisabeth suggests, then glances back to see if the man to whom she offered the freedom of choice is still there, or if he's actually left.

Svarshan looks up at her for a moment. Too many words there, and he isn't good with them. "In the ''Dragonfather'ss,''" he says, emphasizing the words in that way, as he stands, taking her hand. Well, the sith-makar are proud.
Ga'Elian returns his silver arrow, unfired, to his quiver, followed by the longbow. He says, "She said there was a stockpile of devil blood stored below--bottles and bottles of it."

"He has many names, does he not?" asks Lysa softly. "Dragonfather is a good one too." She adds. As she helps him up she asks, "You are well, yes?" in as private a whisper as she can come up with.

Roselle hasn't moved, she's just merely lifted one hand as if she's about to throw something. The sudden bright light makes her squint and curse in Yrch yet again, as she draws one arm up to shield her eyes. When the demon is finally reduced to ashes, she grimaces slightly. "You're all right then?" she asks of Svarshan, before nodding to Elisabeth's comment. "We should at least destroy that..." Her eyes glint with sudden feral brightness. "I don't even mind setting some of it on fire m'self, if I'm sure burning it up won't do worse damage."

"The sshamans. I need my sshamans. ...and thosse here need their own prayers, and godss, and templess." A look to Lyra. The inner lids flicker. "The blood...ssa. But where will we get a big enough. Fire?"

Uh. Oh.

"We would not wish to start a blaze in the center of town. Wooden buildings burn easily enough. But.. what -can- we do? I have yet to be taught how to purge the blood of a demon from the world." offers Lysa. She is quite young. She can't have seen twenty winters yet.

"The holy light of the Shining One, of the Dragonfather", says Elisabeth. "We will try that, first, to see if that destroys the vile stuff. If that fails, we will try more conventional fire... after we take it to the temple, where it can be safely so burned." With that said, she starts for the tunnel to the basement cache.

Ga'Elian says, "I could mix it with holy water, but I don't think I have enough."

Svarshan takes some time to collect himself. He thumps his tail in regard, towards the hunter. Towards the... he closes his eyes, lifting his muzzle to the unseen sky above for some time.

The first channeling of positive energy, and half the cultist drop over having been burned by it. The man crumples to the ground knocked out, but still breathing. The black veins on his body having receeded a bit.

Svarshan straightens, and assists. It's time to ask, to call upon Sunfire. In the end though, he'll assist those who can, and can't. To take them to hard-working priests and layfolk.

Roselle glances at Garrin. "Y'might want to get those cookies out of your pocket," she asides. "We'll need to get those destroyed too." She'll assist - not with cleansing fire, but any normal fire, she can provide. "If holy water works," she says wryly, "And someone can cast a water spell that drops a ton of that onto these people and it might help faster."

The cookies also get set on fire from the holy energy burst. Looks liks this place will be burning down after all.

Roselle holds up her hands. "This, I didn't do," she says firmly. "Does anyone have any water we could throw on him? Or...just drop and roll, maybe the fire will put out, IF YOU DON'T SET SOMETHING ELSE ON FIRE."

A thought flickers through Lysa's head... Splash the demon blood on him to put the fire out. But she just shakes her head and then grabs up one of those discarded robes, using it to start beating the fire out on Garrin's hips.

Roselle just shakes her head. "The dangers of cookies. To think I already hate bread and pastry," she grumbles with a sigh. "That'll teach you." That's to Garrin of course. She then goes to help with whatever else needs whacked, flamed, or destroyed since she's aaaaaaall about fire.

The flames the cookies started on the tables are starting to spread fast, the culist have already cleared out of the room and soon the place will be a fire trap.

The fires are soon put out in this room, but it appears the burst reached the wine celler, and a great deal of smoke is coming from the hole in the stage floor.

Several gallons of water down the celler hole later the smoke stops and the fire is out. A quick investigation would show that all of the bottles of wine were set ablaze and no sample of blood remain.
You paged Svarshan with 'you get to tell Sandy that no blood samples made it out!'

Roselle's been cursing steadily from the minute the fires started, in a mixture of languages that include Yrch and Infernal freely interspersed. "...Vardama's crooked teeth and borked tits, what is it with fucking enchanted baked goods in this bloody fucking city?" she snarls, after avoiding a falling shower of ash. "Well. That's all clear at least. Unless any of it's seeped into the floor, upon which, /fucking bloody tits of all the maggot goat-gods/, we need a fucking /firestorm/. Let's get out of here once we make sure nothing's left that will burn us, eat us, or turn us into demons."

Augh augh! Garrin is eventually put out, though, and he looks somewhat chagrinned. "I had no terrible plans for those cookies! None at all!"

After all of this, Lysa is soot streaked, sweaty and filthy, but she'd have it no other way. She is not against hard work and such. A blaze here could have burned a large portion of the city down. So she is the last out, and aims herself for the church of Daeus.

PrP: The cult of Su'Tek

2016-12-03T01:16:55Z

Astaren: Created page with "The information on the cult is pretty scares, but there is a meeting scheduled in the basement of grandma Ingrids house. She is an elderly woman well known around the city for..."

The information on the cult is pretty scares, but there is a meeting scheduled in the basement of grandma Ingrids house. She is an elderly woman well known around the city for her cookies and has always been known to be kind and gentle. People have been randomly walking up to the house wearing black robes with silver lining. They are also sharing a password whispered to the elderly womans ear before they are let in.

The password is not to hard for the rangers very well trained ears to picku, "Water in the Blood." spoken in infernal to grandma Ingrid. Rosella has some luck, she spots a small group of four stragling behind the rest and a few blocks away. She is easily able to walk by them as there are public streets and overhear some of what they are saying, "I am looking forward to the cookies, they are always the best part of these meetings."

Ga'Elian waits for most of them to go, inside... away... regardless. He's also looking to not cause a ruckus. He spots the four by Roselle and moves that way, trying to be unremarkable if seen.
One of the cultist stops for a moment and glances around, "Oh, remember the values." stopping and turning to Rosella, "Would you like to join us for some great cookies and learning tonight? we are studying the evils of the world and how to fight against them."

Roselle, in the process of meandering past the four, stops, blinking. "Well now. That sounds remarkably intriguing," she returns, giving a bright, glittering smile. "Evils of the world! How fascinating! Mind if I bring a friend, since it so happens we /have/ been discussing topics that sound...rather similar in nature?"

Ga'Elian sneaks up behind one of the three others and attempt to stealthily grapple him from behind. Hand over his mouth, other arm restaining him, dragging him off into dark ally without alerting his friends. You know the stuff that sneaky heroes always get away with in the movies.

The cultist grabbed by Ga'Elian never got a chance to say a word, he is pulled back and disappears from view, perhaps to never be seen alive again. The cultist talking to Roselle grins a lot brighter, "Oh your friend is more then welcome to come along. We are always looking to add to the ranks of those seeking to end evil." The man glances past Rosella and then around, "So where is your friend, and I guess Mark went on ahead." Oh you have a name for the guy now.

"Fighting the evils of the world sounds intriguing, indeed", says Elisabeth... decked out with her armor and cloak that so prominently display the symbols of Daeus. "I, for one, would welcome hearing of such things. Cookies are, also, always a welcome treat", she adds, with a wink and a grin.

Ga'Elian having succeeded in grabbing Mark without any of the other cultists being any the wiser, renders him unconscious as he pulls him into a dark alley. There, he takes the man's ceremonial garb and puts it on himself, and ties the hapless cultist up to a mana lamp-post with a hastily scribbled note pinned to his silk-rope bindings. The note says, "Arrest me. I am a diabolical cultist and need to make confession to the Temple of Daeus." Having ledt his package as described, he walks out toward Grandma Ingrid's front door.

Roselle, having been treated to a full view of exactly where said cultist - and Ga'Elian - went to, waves her hand grandly at Elisabeth, who's been making her way over while the distraction is in progress. "Behold. Like minds," she drawls, voice a sandpaper-honey rasp. "There's always evils of the world to fight, in different guises." Her eyes glitter as she adds casually, "Perhaps I'll be able to meet your friend Mark later on, since he's obviously in a hurry to get to this meeting." She puts juuuust a touch of emphasis on the name, in the hopes that Ga'Elian is /somewhere/ he can hear the damned thing as he goes by.

The cuiltist grins even wider, "Oh a follower of Deus? We get bonus cookies for bringing along followers of that." He the man turns and queit happily starts down the path towards Grandma Ingrids house. The man walking up to Grandma Ingrid, "Hey we got two people interested in joining our cause to help ride the world of evils!"

Svarshan scents the area, as he steps out from one of the buildings. He wears a cultist's guise, and human skin. Along the skin are carved subtly, the signs of the Infernal. The latter marks are made with some knowledge. They suggest a binding of some kind, and he smiles predatorily at the two 'recruits' as he approaches Ga'Elian. He makes a sign with his hand to their fellow cultist. "Indeed."

Ga'Elian responds with a secret IB sign. He says, "I know the passphrase."

"I hear you make excellent cookies, Grandmother", Elisabeth says to Ingrid with a smile. "I look forward to sampling some samples of your artwork."

Roselle inclines her head to Svarshan as he comes up. Respectfully, and all that. Her eyes glitter all the more as she studies him, then turns to Elisabeth. "I suppose we shouldn't keep people waiting. Shall we?" A throaty little trill of sound rumbles in her throat briefly, and she yaaaawns, like a large predatory cat.

Ga'Elian leaves a little gap between the ladies and their escorts and himself wanting to arrive separately.

"My every respect to the followers of Daeus, and their conviction to the Law," Svarshan says to the new recruits. Again, the hint of something predatory, and the look he turns to grandmother is much kinder. Underneath, it really isn't. "Grandmother," he says warmly. He pulls up the robe's hood, supposedly against the chill. "It would be good to get inside. I can ''smell'' thosse cookies already." His actual tail is tucked around his waist, with added padding. A fattened, infernal Friar Tuck.

Grandma Ingrid offers a bright big smile to the two new commers. "Oh granny is so glad to see you all." waving the other cultist to the side. "Password dearies in a moment." He reaches into a box and pulls out two large snickerdoodle cookies and offers one each to the new commers, "Try a sample now, you simply must. If you do not like sugar cookies, I have other kinds." the woman smiling widely. Then then blinks and glances to Svarshan, "You get inside quick, shame on you. Shame. You should know better then go around marked like that, we are fightning evil, not trying to become evil. Shame!"

Taking the cookie, Elisabeth makes as if to wait on eating it. Later, when not being directly looked at, she'll simply put the cookie into one of her pouches, rather than eat it.

Ga'Elian awaits his turn and mimics what he witnessed the earlier cultists do, saying "Water in the Blood" at the appropriate time. <infernal>

The grandma hawkish eyes never leave the two newcommers, "Now now, no entering unless you try my famous cookies." her smiles staying friendly. She waves to Ga'Elian to let him and Svarshan in with out looking their way.

"Old marks, grandmother, before my salvation. Forgive me. Charn...you know how it is." Svarshan says warmly. He steps forward as though to embrace her, before uttering Infernal's hateful nuance. He stands back, then, and looks to Roselle and Elisabeth. "I hope you'll learn, as I have."

Roselle accepts the cookie with another respectful dip of her head towards Granny. "Thank you, Grandmother," she purrs. A slanted glance at Svarshan and her mouth twists faintly into a crooked, almost malicious grin. She says nothing, however, just jogs Elisabeth's elbow very casually, waiting until Svarshan - all deities be praised - provides a distraction so she can bite into the cookie. Well, she does actually take a chunk out of it, and chew. Swallowing it, however...maybe not.

Elisabeth pulls out her cookie, saying "Thought I could save it for later and ask for another, too", as she lifts it for a bite... also chewing and hoping for a chance to not have to swallow it.

Svarshan smiles encouragingly. Then, tugs the cloak and its hood down more firmly against the wind, and tucks his hands in. NOT AT ALL A CULTIST. He will totally make a little sign. And hang it on his back.

Garrin is here! He's totally here. Arrived wearing DASHING robes.

...as dashing as an all black set of robes can be. Okay, so they're not dashing, but Garrin clearly wishes they were.

"If we are to get inside, and the only way inside is to eat her treat, does that not give us one way to succeed in this mission?" asks Lysa softly as she approaches in her robes... worn over her regular clothing choice.

Her voice does have a northern accent. "I will eat one." she adds as she arrives. Still speaking softly.

Roselle tilts her head slightly and slants a glance at Elisabeth, brushing cookie crumbs from her fingers. She hasn't finished the one she's holding, just bitten into it. "Let's go in or we'll be late," she urges, and her voice has taken on an oh-so-slightly-restful quality. "Evils of the world, and all that. Mmmm. This is good, Granny, thank you."

Ga'Elian stays near to Svarshan, but basically tries to blend in and draw no attention.

Elisabeth glances over at Roselle... then smiles brightly. "Yes... let's go in and hear about the evils of the world", she chimes in, trying to sound happy and sedate.

Grandma Ingrid smiles to the newcommers, "inside inside, we are running late. She motions for Rosella and Elisabeth to follow after as well, "Welcome to the Order of the Black Silver." she offers and then shakes her fingers at Lysa, "Soon enough dearie. Only new commers get cookies at the. There will be plenty downstairs for you." With that she leads them down to the basement. There are about twenty people all gathered sitting at tables, which have heaps of various cookies on them. Rosella and Elisabeth is motioned over to a table. Another man walks up to a small stage and pulls off his hood. He is a reconizable scribe some of them have met, the very guy who gave the map to the prison. He glances around, "Welcome all welcome all!"

When one of the 'recruits' compliments grandmother's cooking, Svarshan laughs aloud, and throws an arm around Roselle's shoulders. He smiles in a fatherly way, this Tuck. In the meanwhile, he looks comfortably around them. His other, he drops around Ga'Elian. Just cultist friends.

Nodding, Lysa shrugs. "Too bad. I liked the cookies." she offers before she turns and heads on inside. She makes sure her hood is up as she does so, keeping her hands holding her robes shut and all. She's doing her best to stay out of the way at this point. She's charming, but not really fantastic at underhanded schemes.

Elisabeth lets herself be led and sat at the table, right next to Roselle, if she can manage it without dropping her laconic act... and smiling the whole way.

Roselle gives Svarshan a crooked grin as he drapes an arm around her. Relaxed, completely at ease with the world, even. She studies her surroundings with curious eyes, head tilting like an inquisitive sparrow. Somewhere along the way, she's lost the remnants of her cookie, but it doesn't seem to bother her. "So many people," she drawls lazily. "Saving the world's a good thing, the more people there are, certainly."

For his part, Garrin is so ready to go insie. He's waiting on the lizard to do so, of course, but he's ready enough. Curiusly, ehglances towards Roselle, Elisabeth and Lysa. These are individuals he does not know.
Ga'Elian is checking EVERYTHING out, but taking Svarshan's behavior as an example, tries to look nonchalant about it.

"Yes... saving the world", Elisabeth says in agreement with Roselle, nodding her head as she sits.

Most of the cultist lead their hoods on, but they are starting to eat the cookies. The scribe looks around and smiles, "We have wonderful news in our fight against evil. Our leader Su'Tek, has disovered the bones of ultimate evil. We can soon destory them and bring an end. Though there is bad news. What should of been bones were actually living. Seems that shunting the prison out of the realms of limbo and back to the material realm have allowed the foul celestial to regenerate. Su'Tek needs us to help him gather the supplies needed to bring down the demon. Silver, we need to start collecting silver." The other cultist stop in their cookie eating, and nods in agreement, then all say in unision, "Collect Silver."

'Tuck' pats Roselle's shoulder a few times, then leans over the other way to talk with Ga'Elian. He starts to say something to Ga'Elian, and then spots a familiar face in the crowd. "Collect Silver," Svarshan intones, looking at Garrin briefly and then raptly, towards grandmother.

Elisabeth glances about, and repeats, "Collect silver", with everyone else. Leaning towards Roselle, she says, quietly to the woman, "You can certainly think clearly enough to collect a great deal of silver, I know you can!"

{Foul Celestial...) O O o o . . thinks Lysa. She doesn't shake her head as that would move the hood and get noticed. She does her best to echo the 'collect silver' statement softly, but her blue eyes are moving about, trying to take in any other information.

Ga'Elian repeats the phrase 'collect silver' in a few languages, tradespeak, Infernal, sildanyar, yrch-speak, jotun

Roselle intones, "Collect silver!" with as much verve and fervour as the rest of the cultists. "Hmmmm?" Oh, Elisabeth is speaking to her - she leans over to listen, another little relaxed chuckle trilling in her throat. "Silver? Oh of course I can..." she returns. "As much as anyone else here, I think." Her eyes widen like a cat's, then narrow again and she streeetches like a predatory serpent. "Let's go silver collecting, shall we now." A rasping chuckle and just the hint of a malicious bite to her words.

With a nod in the direction of Svarshan at some unspoken, tacit agreement on things, Garrn casually pockets his cookie. No eating cookies right now. He eyyeeeeees Roselle a bit. Just a bit. "Collect silver," he mumbles, blending in.
You paged Svarshan with 'Ros no longer smells of devil'

Svarshan looks at their newest 'recruit' and pats her shoulder a few more times. He takes a step aside, inhaling carefully beneath his hood. Just a cultist. Smokin', smokin'.

"Remember all, the Celestials are the ones who force their will on us. Demanding our obedience and subservience, there is no freedom or libery with the side that calls themselves good. Our liberator seeks to free us from their curruption. Though be ever mindful not all will accept out message of freedom. We though will have those who come to us, and deny our message. Seeking to pervert the truth with their propeganda and darkness. We have one such here to day, a follow of Deus. One our greatest enemies, and so we shall offer her to our Liberator in the traditional ritual sacrifice and eating of her heart. Brother Christopf, I believe you have the honor of the sacrifice today?" The scribe pulling out a dagger, blacked with blood and curved, perfect for cutting out hearts. The other cultist standup and cover the exits, to make sure Elisabeth cannot escape so easily

Elisabeth stands up, smiling... and pushes back the side of her cloak. One hand makes an upward-tossing motion, and a little flame (an ioun torch) begins to orbit just above her head. Then her sword comes out of its sheath and she says to the man with the knife, "Nice blade... but mine's bigger!", as she lifts the shiny, steel blade into ready position.

Roselle stands up, right next to Elisabeth, and waves her hand at the cultist holding the dagger. "Why on earth are you bothering with HER?" she notes lazily, eyes half-lidded and glinting bright. "Small potatoes! Not worth half the trouble of getting all bloody and singed and whatnot. There are other bigger, better, more WORTHY targets. Pffft. You can't save the world with one /little/ follower of Daeus you know. I thought you had higher and loftier ideals than that..." Her gaze drifts to Svarshan and a twisted, wicked grin curves her lips. "And he's got the right idea, that one, hasn't he?"

Several of the cultist back off, including brother Christopf. Uhh yea you can have this one. Seems the cookie did not work on her..."

"*I* suffered at their hands. That honor should go to *ME*," 'Tuck' says, proudly. He looks towards Elisabeth with the sort of contempt reserved for people who don't hate kittens quite enough. Roselle, though. He jerks towards her. Considering. "We could make the Liberator proud," he says, in a sing-song voice.

"Hmph... coward!", says Elisabeth to the knife-wielding man. "You speak of saving the world, and lack any and all real conviction." She does, however, shift her gaze to Garrin... she doesn't know him, and if he's serious about coming after her in place of the idiot with the knife, he could be trouble.

(What about 2 Daeus followers?) O O o o . . thinks Lysa as she stands off to one side. But.. she's tired of cloak and dagger. She merely shucks her robes and pulls out her shield.. the sky blue field with the centerpiece looking like a flaming sun icon. "Justice and protection to all who serve the cause!" she calls out as she draws her own sword. It's a longsword, but forged a bit differently from the normal ones this far south. Still, it is sharp steel, and she proudly bears the symbol of Daeus. "Which will you choose now?" she asks aloud. She's.. sure, a Paladin, but being a Paladin doesn't mean you're not an ass at times. "Come on. I will let you meet your liberator right now!" she cries out as she advances on Tuck.

At the sight of a second Daeus followers the cultist decide running away is the best option. There is a suddenly flurry of movement as they all take a different direction and start to flee.

"Take alive the one with the knife!", calls out Elisabeth, pointing at him with her sword. She's still eying Garrin, too. To Roselle, she questions, "Do you know him? Is he with us, or 'gainst us?"

As Brother Tuck rises and goes forward, Brother Mark (Ga'Elian) rises and throws off his disguise. Out comes the whip, Indiana Jones style. He shouts, "You are all nothing but sacrificial lambs to the power of Sul'Tek! The silver you wish to collect is as nothing compared to the mana from releasing your souls!" He lashes his whip at Brother Cristoph's neck, as if he would disarm him of the head he's carrying upon those shoulders.

Svarshan looks, considering, towards Roselle. Then, as though under some sort of possession, turns towards Lysa. Who now has the blade ou--he stares at her a moment. "Worthless sacrifices," he says, spitting. Then, lunges towards grandmother. If he has to, he'll fly.

"...oh good," says Garrin after a moment of staring at Lysa. He puts a hand over his face.

As the people begin to flee, and Elisabeth announces her intention of taking the knife wielding guy alive, Lysa nods and surges forward to try to bonk the guy out with her shield even as she turns towards the rest and roars, "HALT!" to the fleeing cultists. She's not the -most- intimidating gal, but she's trying to at least make them hesitate.

The cultist find doors closed, ways blocked, and clearly get intimidated by the way they are being screamed out. These are normal people caught up in something they could not fight against. They throw down their weapons and cower, "Please, all we want is our freedom!" Every single cultist is accounted for, except for one. Grandma Ingrid is missing from the group. Having not been seen since the scribe took the stage.

"With," Roselle answers tersely, in answer to Elisabeth's question about Garrin. Her focus has shifted now, from the fleeing cultists to the door of the basement. Dark eyes narrow sharply. What she's done is not entirely clear, at least until the first cultist to the door gets there - and promptly starts yelling and tugging at it to try and get it open. Nope. No dice. The damn thing remains steadfastly locked, and the tall half-Sil bares her teeth in satisfaction. "At least no one's pink with blue spots this time, Vardama's singed hair and balls..." She then turns her attention to the rest of her comrades-in-arms, to see what, if anything else, needs doing.

Garrin pulls a sap out. And began whapping people with it. Or even THREATENING to whap people with it. This works well enough for him.

Elisabeth looks about the room, after being told whose side Garrin is on. "The old woman got away... for now, let's deal with this rabble", she says, stomping towards the man with the dagger and pointing at him with her sword. "Drop the weapon, or do you wish for me to actually consider you a threat?", she asks of him.

The man with the daggers it, "yes yes of course! Don't enslave me!"

The man with the dagger drops it, "yes yes of course! Don't enslave me!"

He can't find her. She's-- "Sshe left." And he doesn't know how he missed her. Svarshan stares at the door, seething. ...and begins to scent the air.

Ga'Elian calls out, "Lord Gilead, I name Grandma Ingrid as my quarry. Bless me to find her ere the night passes." At this a spectral image of a pair of great stag's antlers appears on the elf's head.
"Hunter? Did you ssee anything?" Svarshan asks Ga'Elian. He jogs, hopping onto the stage. "Here. ...the trail vanisshes here. Hunter!"

Once the people are secured, the scribe is placed in custody and the dagger reclaimed, Lysa makes her way over towards Elisabeth and smirks a bit. "Dame Lysa Hrolfdottr of Daeus, here to offer my support." she announces as she sheathes her sword. Her voice has a rather thick Northern accent but... hey, she's here to help right? "They really thought they could sacrifice a priestess of The Shining Knight?" She asks as she turns to regard the prisoners...

You paged Ga'Elian with 'An illusion covers a hole in the stage.. the trail leads down that.'

Svarshan falls to all fours. He looks odd now, half-disguised, half scaled. After a moment, he stops near part of the stage. "There'ss an opening here," he says. He looks over towards the shaking cultists, the rest of the party. "We can follow, but it will grow cold, fasst. If sshe getss to the ssummoner, sshe will. Warn him."

Elisabeth steps forward, nodding to Lysa. "We are not here to do you any harm, but to free you from the influence of the darkness that has invaded your mind, kind sir", she says, as she sheathes her sword to reach out and place a hand on the head of the man who threw down the sacrificial knife. "You need only allow the light of Daeus give you the strength to throw off the darkness that has enspelled you", she says to him, then says, in the Celestial tongue, <<Shining One! Please, let these people see your light that they might follow it away from the darkness.>>

The man screams in terror, "She is enslaving my mind!" Reaching up and starting to claw at his face, and drawing blood. His blood is a shade darker then it should be.

And that is when Lysa sighs and reaches to try to restrain the fellow, "She is trying to free it from the compulsion you are under. Daeus would never enslave you. His light shines to free others. He exists that others might exist."

The man calms down a little, but still clearly paniked, "All I want is my freedom..."

"... this man is... what -is- that?", Elisabeth asks, eyes wide, as she reaches out to pull the man's robes away from his body to reveal what she's seen. "Don't worry, sir... we will free you from... whatever this is... do you know what it is?"

Roselle's been making her way towards Garrin, as he plies the sap at will and good measure. "I think you can save that for another time," she comments wryly with a crooked smile. "Come on, let's see if we can find Granny... She pauses sharply as the cultist begins to scream, the very tip of one ear twitching juuuust a bit as if a fly's landed on it. Especially at the blood he leaves in wake of the scratch. "...I think," she says, brow drawing together sharply, "He might be charmed to take hurt from anything Celestial in nature. Or at least programmed to believe it. I could try something else that might work." A glance over towards Ga'Elian and Svarshan. "Go quickly? You're better hunters and can move faster."

"Then you and I wish for the same thing then." agrees Lysa softly. But she tries to catch Elisabeth's eye and with her own bright blue orbs, she glances pointedly down at the man. . . at his skin and the pulsing stuff.

The man as he is derobed and left naked before all, has black silver webs across his chest and down to his legs. They are pulsing and have a very demonic evil feel to him. He uses his hands to cover himself and shrinks back, "My marks of freedom!"

"WEll, yeah. It's stopped being necessary," says Garrin, pocketing the sap. He's thankfully not had to employ it TOO much as most of them were quick enough to surrender.

He grins towards Roselle, though, drops his hood to reveal that he's a soulless ginger (no doubt to everyone's dismay) and says, "Yeah. Using this thing is particularly..." He waggles his eyebrows, "..sapping."

Svarshan looks down towards the hole, then back. He chuffs underneath his breath, and looks over towards Roselle, and the cultists. "...we can't. We need to take them--all of them--to the Altheanss. Who here can disspel?" he asks.

Narrowing her eyes, Lysa mutters, "The webbing quite literally follows his veins.. and arteries. I believe it is an infection within the blood, if not some magically invasive effect. Fiendish perhaps even, but I cannot speak to what it is so much as.. -where- it is at the moment.

"The dispelling of magicks is beyond my meager abilities, yet", Elisabeth says, sadly, in reply to Svarshan's question. To the man with the black stuff on him, she says, "Remain calm... we will do what we can to free you of this terrible influence... do you know what these black... veins... are?"

Roselle grimaces. "I can, but I don't know if it will work on something like /this/," she returns to Svarshan. But not before /eyeing/ Garrin and cuffing him on the shoulder and growling, "That was /abominable/." She turns her gaze to the rest of the room and her eyes narrow, focusing in particular on the man Lysa is attempting to heal. Lifting her right hand, she places index finger and thumb together, then lightly blows a puff of air, as if she were dispelling a dandelion into the atmosphere.

"When the grandmother fed her," Svarshan nods to Roselle, "Sshe began to sscent of demon and her. Sstrength began to change. Thiss may be the what that enchantment led. To." Pauses. "But I do not know." Then, "''Garrin?''" he asks. EMPHASIZING THE WORDS SUBTLY.

The man looks down to his black vein markings, "Grandam Ingrid says that they are the markings of my freedom. Makes me immune to your charms and ways, freeing me from celestial corruption." The man starting to gain a little confidence in his words, "I am the most free of all of us, next to Grandma."

"OH NO. We can't let anyone have the demon cookies! LEt me just take these and stuff them in my pockets!" Garrin begins to stuff the cookies in his pockets for the time being. After Roselle cuffs him and Svarshan spekas, that is. He nods towards him, though, and adds, "Uh... I sorta skipped class in 'dispel magic day'," he adds, coughing delicately once.

"When have I tried to enslave you? I have brought His light into the room, and nothing else. I have done nothing to harm anyone here... but at her behest, you wished to cut out my heart, to end my life. Where is the good in that?", Elisabeth says to the man, sadly.

Svarshan gives Garrin a long, disappointed look. It is one of those sad looks that ends with: 'and this weekend, no one's makin' waffles, and we are totally spending a month in prayerful meditation and confessionals until cheerfulness in discipline is reached.'

"I'm /sorry/," Garrin says to Svarshan, "I'm not good at that part of magic, okay?!" He clears his throat.

Roselle grimaces all the more as she carefully observes the cultist. "I'm sorry. It's not working." A faint twitch of her mouth in apology to Svarshan, and then Garrin is suddenly Stuffing Cookies Into His Pockets, after Svarshan's VERY SUBTLE INJUNCTION, and she just /eyes/ him again. Although her mouth twitches further. "Be careful with those," she adds, and bends to look at the cookies carefully. She doesn't touch them, noticeably. Not yet. Her head tilts slightly.
You paged Svarshan with 'The blood, something about the blood. I suggest you let Lysa pose first, let the younger player have a moment?'

"It looks like his blood -is- infernal. The energy is either -in- his blood, or it is his blood." offers Lysa as she steps back from the man. "I would think that would be very painful."

Roselle draws her head back in a sharp, serpentine gesture, punctuated with an equally serpentine hiss. "I do believe," she rasps, eyes narrowing. "Granny is poisoning her cultists. These cookies have a strange smell like blood. And an even stranger colour. This is blood magic of a sort perhaps - potent magic. No wonder earlier on it clouded my mind. We should take these back to destroy them after we have them studied. Who knows, perhaps we can find out what exactly is in them...and if there is blood, there /must/ be someone whose blood it is." Her smile is Very Not Nice, her teeth baring in a fierce grin.

There is a sudden and loud screetch of a females voice coming from below the stage, then silence.

Svarshan looks over, quiet. Listening. "If that hass happened... A demon iss not a ''mortal.'' It iss an essence. That essence iss Evil, and itss will belongss to the Hellss. It iss why, barring actss of the divine, they cannot be converted." He stops there. Lets the implications set in. "Sso long ass that blood iss pressent and active. ...they will remain as they are."

"Probably the old woman's... if she's actually a woman and not some infernal or diabolical beast trying to enslave the minds of these poor townsfolk", Elisabeth says... then there's the screech, and she adds, "Perhaps our hunter has caught his prey..."

Ga'Elian emerges from the 'wall' with the fiend that was Grandma Ingrid firmly grappled. She has a broken arm, too. He calls, "Milord, wouldst thou interrogate this she-devil or should I despatch her?"

Grandma Ingrid does not look the same as she was before. She is half naked, and half her body is a black silver that pulses. She is out cold at the moment.

"Did I lie to you, as Ingrid did, sir?", Elisabeth says to the vein-covered man, with a gesture to the unconscious fiend. "Will you allow me to take you to my temple? Will you allow me to seek the aid of others to cleanse you over its blood, with which it has infected you?"

The man humpfs at Elisabeth, "Do I have a choice? Subject me to your mind games and mental control, I will not subvert to the celestials and so called good gods will. I am not infected, i am liberated!"

Roselle tilts her head thoughtfully at Svarshan for a considered moment. "...Just don't eat the other cookies," she murmurs to Garrin absently. Then she picks up one of the Infernal Cookies of Doom, and brings it over to Svarshan. "You said you could smell demon when I changed, after eating these. Is this demon blood, and if it is, could you possibly /find/ the source of it?" The racket from under the stage startles her and she gives vent to a /hiss/ and an extremely pungent curse in Yrch. When Ga'Elian emerges with the Thing Wot Was Grandma Ingrid, she wrinkles her nose, frowning even more at the black and silver that covers half her body. "Well. No healing /that/ one, not yet."

"He's right, you know," says Garrin, agreeing with Svarshan, "Demons are pure evil. They don't belong in this world. And everythign ABOUT theis evil. Everything they touch is poisoned or harmed." He glances toawrds Roselle, concernedly for a moment, before back to the otehrs. He moves towards the fallen woman, though. "That's... interesting." He squints.

Svarshan leans over to scent the cookies, as asked. He keeps his eye on the hunter and the prey, however. Who knows what mischief the grandmother might get up to?

"You always have a choice, my dear man", Elisabeth replies. "If you truly wish to remain as you are, I will not force it upon you. This is why I ask... instead of feeding you cookies to trick you into taking on an infection", she says. "If you truly wish to leave... though it saddens me that you would choose to remain as you are, you may leave. Please... open the door and let him choose his path", Elisabeth says, more loudly, as she rises and backs away from the vein-covered man.

The man is already back on his feet heading for the nearest exist. He does not hesitate even a split second in waiting.

"Free will requires choice." suggests Lysa as she steps off to one side, keeping herself out of the way, but on hand to intervene should her help be needed.

"The War of the Brotherss was over free will," Svarshan says absently, as he takes in the blood-scent. "Daeuss ssaid, creation sshould be sset free. The Tyrant ssaid it sshould be held. Ssomeone touched in thiss way would not possess full will." He straightens, looking over. "Thess ssmell of devil."

Roselle glances at Elisabeth. "If he warns the summoner, or whoever else it is behind this, things may turn even uglier," she says quietly. "I'll unlock that door but /only/ after we've determined there's no other alternative. What if he goes out infecting everyone else? That blood is already potent." At Svarshan's comments, she nods. "Can you find the one whose blood it is?"

The man pauses a moment and looks over to Svarshan and then over to Elizabeth, "Wait that doens't make sense, why would a manipulative mind controller like Daeus advocate for freedom."

Ga'Elian has Ingrid in a strangle hold, and asks her roughly, "Who's blood is in those cookies?"

The sith-makar tilts his head to the side. Not playing a role, he's more thoughtful, his speech slower. ...or nonexistant. He looks towards the grandmother, recalling the screams from earlier. Then, drops to his fours and goes over to check. "Herss is the sstrongesst. Everyone ssmells like her." He falls to a crouch there, still thinking. He barely hears the man's question.

"A people who thinks they're free, when they aren't, is more easily manipulated," points out Garrin to the man. "I mean, look at how far you've already come? You need help. A ot of it." He glances towards Svarshn and pats him o the arm. "Fortunately, we have just the fellow to deliver it. Hey, Svar. This is Svarshan, PALADIN OF THE LIGHT. Also, come on. There's demon blood in the cookies."

"Daeus and those who truly follow him stand for truth... and free will", Elisabeth says to the man. To Roselle, she shakes her head. "No... if he truly wishes to leave, let him leave now. It -must- be his choice. That is how the Shining One, the Master of Law, the True Metal would have truth and freedom be. Let him go, if he wishes to go. Please."

Grandma Ingrid offers a wide grin, "Su'Tek's blood, all of it is his blood. It bends the mind to his will. He got me a long time ago, and for that i have been blessed by him. You will find plenty of the blood down in the wine celler. Each and every bottle of wine in his blood." The man stares at the woman, "Wait..." Rubbing his head as if in great pain.

"If you choose to leave, sir... and if you, later, change your mind, ask for Elisabeth du Leoncorte at the temple of Daeus", says the priestess to the man, standing right where she is. She flinches at the sound of the breaking bone, though; that clearly wasn't something she liked to hear.

While some Paladins might object to that treatment, the woman is in service to fiends. She is of the school of... actions deserve consequences. She nods as Ga'Elian does that to Ingrid. "Fiendish, as I suspected." But her eyes light up .. no not literally.. at the mention of another Paladin. This place has more Daeusites than some churches.

"We have many of the faith, here. Ssa, Ingrid. Evil failss becausse it--" and then the hunter goes for the demon's legs. He lunges, grabbing hold of the demon and rolling them both out of the way.

Ga'Elian releases his captive and allows the rescue to go unopposed.

Roselle is watching Svarshan now, although it's clear she's still listening to whatever else is going on. She doesn't answer Elisabeth, not right away - her gaze does go to Grandma Ingrid and she studies her for a long while with calculating, glittering eyes. "Choice and free will do not necessarily go hand-in-hand in the world of demons and magic," she rasps finally. "Daeus may wish for truth and freedom, but this is /not/ any of that, not in this tainted place. But, I am Eluna's Inquisitor, not her paladin. So be it then." A glance sent at the door, and it unlocks itself. The minute Svarshan moves though, she drops back, tense, in case she needs to help with anything.

Grandma Ingrid cackles with glee as she is about to her her legs broken. Then cackles some more as she take the grapple and save and then bites right down into Svarshans flesh!

"Thank you, Roselle", Elisabeth says. She then gestures to the door and says to the man: "The way is open for you. You may leave, if you wish to." Then she turns away to look at the fiendish Ingrid, just as she's biting down...

Snarling now, Lysa surges forward, her sword coming out of its scabbard as she strides up to Ingrid and Svar. She points her weapon at Ingrid and snarls out, "Cease!"

The paladin goes still, for a moment. Svarshan then twists, slamming his elbow against her. He begins to follow with a wrestler's move when his expression changes, and goes still. Then, something else happens, instead. Brurning, brilliant light flashes, as strong as sunfire.

Ga'Elian jumps away (without the panache he might have wanted), then draws a longbow from a quiver that is much too small for it. Immediately afterwards, the bow is nocked with a silver-tipped arrow, aimed at Ingrid. The archer waits to see what Svarshan will do.

For a few moments Ingrid screams, then she turns into ash, leaving nothing left.

...the demon becomes ash. Ash falls to the floor. Svarshan remains crouched there a while longer. His expression, unlike when he was acting, is absolutely still. It adopts no smiles, no grimace. So, "...for a moment. I felt how sstrong that wass. The Dragonfather'ss own claws protect me from possession. We are dealing with. ...something terrible. And sstrong."

After all of that, Lysa watches with remorseless eyes, and then she reaches a hand down towards Svarshan, offering to help him up, "Rise in the Shining Knight's grace." she offers softly.

"The cache of bottled demon's blood should be destroyed, as well", Elisabeth suggests, then glances back to see if the man to whom she offered the freedom of choice is still there, or if he's actually left.

Svarshan looks up at her for a moment. Too many words there, and he isn't good with them. "In the ''Dragonfather'ss,''" he says, emphasizing the words in that way, as he stands, taking her hand. Well, the sith-makar are proud.
Ga'Elian returns his silver arrow, unfired, to his quiver, followed by the longbow. He says, "She said there was a stockpile of devil blood stored below--bottles and bottles of it."

"He has many names, does he not?" asks Lysa softly. "Dragonfather is a good one too." She adds. As she helps him up she asks, "You are well, yes?" in as private a whisper as she can come up with.

Roselle hasn't moved, she's just merely lifted one hand as if she's about to throw something. The sudden bright light makes her squint and curse in Yrch yet again, as she draws one arm up to shield her eyes. When the demon is finally reduced to ashes, she grimaces slightly. "You're all right then?" she asks of Svarshan, before nodding to Elisabeth's comment. "We should at least destroy that..." Her eyes glint with sudden feral brightness. "I don't even mind setting some of it on fire m'self, if I'm sure burning it up won't do worse damage."

"The sshamans. I need my sshamans. ...and thosse here need their own prayers, and godss, and templess." A look to Lyra. The inner lids flicker. "The blood...ssa. But where will we get a big enough. Fire?"

Uh. Oh.

"We would not wish to start a blaze in the center of town. Wooden buildings burn easily enough. But.. what -can- we do? I have yet to be taught how to purge the blood of a demon from the world." offers Lysa. She is quite young. She can't have seen twenty winters yet.

"The holy light of the Shining One, of the Dragonfather", says Elisabeth. "We will try that, first, to see if that destroys the vile stuff. If that fails, we will try more conventional fire... after we take it to the temple, where it can be safely so burned." With that said, she starts for the tunnel to the basement cache.

Ga'Elian says, "I could mix it with holy water, but I don't think I have enough."

Svarshan takes some time to collect himself. He thumps his tail in regard, towards the hunter. Towards the... he closes his eyes, lifting his muzzle to the unseen sky above for some time.

The first channeling of positive energy, and half the cultist drop over having been burned by it. The man crumples to the ground knocked out, but still breathing. The black veins on his body having receeded a bit.

Svarshan straightens, and assists. It's time to ask, to call upon Sunfire. In the end though, he'll assist those who can, and can't. To take them to hard-working priests and layfolk.

Roselle glances at Garrin. "Y'might want to get those cookies out of your pocket," she asides. "We'll need to get those destroyed too." She'll assist - not with cleansing fire, but any normal fire, she can provide. "If holy water works," she says wryly, "And someone can cast a water spell that drops a ton of that onto these people and it might help faster."

The cookies also get set on fire from the holy energy burst. Looks liks this place will be burning down after all.

Roselle holds up her hands. "This, I didn't do," she says firmly. "Does anyone have any water we could throw on him? Or...just drop and roll, maybe the fire will put out, IF YOU DON'T SET SOMETHING ELSE ON FIRE."

A thought flickers through Lysa's head... Splash the demon blood on him to put the fire out. But she just shakes her head and then grabs up one of those discarded robes, using it to start beating the fire out on Garrin's hips.

Roselle just shakes her head. "The dangers of cookies. To think I already hate bread and pastry," she grumbles with a sigh. "That'll teach you." That's to Garrin of course. She then goes to help with whatever else needs whacked, flamed, or destroyed since she's aaaaaaall about fire.

The flames the cookies started on the tables are starting to spread fast, the culist have already cleared out of the room and soon the place will be a fire trap.

The fires are soon put out in this room, but it appears the burst reached the wine celler, and a great deal of smoke is coming from the hole in the stage floor.

Several gallons of water down the celler hole later the smoke stops and the fire is out. A quick investigation would show that all of the bottles of wine were set ablaze and no sample of blood remain.
You paged Svarshan with 'you get to tell Sandy that no blood samples made it out!'

Roselle's been cursing steadily from the minute the fires started, in a mixture of languages that include Yrch and Infernal freely interspersed. "...Vardama's crooked teeth and borked tits, what is it with fucking enchanted baked goods in this bloody fucking city?" she snarls, after avoiding a falling shower of ash. "Well. That's all clear at least. Unless any of it's seeped into the floor, upon which, /fucking bloody tits of all the maggot goat-gods/, we need a fucking /firestorm/. Let's get out of here once we make sure nothing's left that will burn us, eat us, or turn us into demons."

Augh augh! Garrin is eventually put out, though, and he looks somewhat chagrinned. "I had no terrible plans for those cookies! None at all!"

After all of this, Lysa is soot streaked, sweaty and filthy, but she'd have it no other way. She is not against hard work and such. A blaze here could have burned a large portion of the city down. So she is the last out, and aims herself for the church of Daeus.

Recent Logs

2016-12-03T01:16:17Z

Astaren: /* November */

[[Category:Logs]]
{{AboutLogs}}

Many of the logs below refer to general roleplay. Some are tied to '''[[Standard PrPs|Player-Run Plots]]''', though. Many are also '''[[Meetups]]''', or '''[[Small Stories]]'''!

==2014 Logs==

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 3, 2014
|[[PrP: Sinkhole Part 2a]]
|[[Kidda]],[[Thanix]],[[Kroth]],[[Yngvild]]
|-
|December 5, 2014
|[[Commitee]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Meihui]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|December 6, 2014
|[[MEETUP: Snowball Fight!]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]], [[Ionus]], [[Kidda]], [[Meihui]], [[Silmeria]], [[Jibbom]], [[Lorien]], [[Benthus]], [[Arixillo]], [[Vroole]], [[Abrahil]], [[Munch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zalara]], [[Stirling]], [[Talazia]]
|-
|December 9, 2014
|[[PrP: Decoy (part 2)]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|December 11,2014
|[[Snow Play]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Autumn]], [[Aldean]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 12, 2014
|[[PrP: Pickety Pickety]]
|[[Nuanna]], [[Jal]], [[Amithil]], [[Vroole]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Milk Run]]
|[[X]], [[X]], [[X]], [[X]]
|-
|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Ambush]]
|[[Schneider]], [[Lothos]], [[Aldean]], [[Kiroth]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[PrP: Trade Route]]
|[[Jahnavi]], [[Alba]], [[Amithil]], [[Jal]], [[Aevarr]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[Poetic Souls]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]], [[Stirling]], [[Bahken]]
|-
|December 16, 2014
|[[PrP: Pookems and Snookems]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Kroth]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 20, 2014
|[[PrP: Supplies!]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Benthus]], [[Oates]], [[Rhar]], [[Tatyannah]], and [[Zalara]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]].
|-
|December, 2014
|[[A Series of Sad Bars]]
|[[Talazia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[Bandit Trouble]]
|[[Azariah]], [[Brianna]], [[Kroth]], [[Vroole]], [[Yngvild]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[PrP: Finding Rachel]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Aevarr]]
|-
|December 24, 2014
|[[PrP: Think of the Children!]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Raethon]], [[Takiyah]], [[Tiasa]], and [[Vroole]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 25, 2014
|[[PrP: Dying Paladin]]
|[[Sophia]], [[Munch]], [[Lothos]]
|-
|December 26, 2014
|[[PrP: It's Always Bugs]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Corra]], and [[Kravar]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 29, 2014
|[[PrP: Rescue the Orphans 2]]
|[[Corra]], [[Godwyn]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|December 31, 2014
|[[PrP: Unwanted Residents]]
|[[Yrqeem]], [[Uraug]], [[Tiasa]],[[Kroth]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2015 Logs==
===Janurary===

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
| January 2, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Thanix]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 4, 2015
|[[PrP: Guardians at the Gate]]
|[[Laefwyn]], [[Alakton]], [[Renfrey]], [[Pips]], [[Taro]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|January 6, 2015
|[[PrP: Scouts or just Wolves]]
|[[Alba]],[[Dain]],[[Belladona]]
|-
|January 7, 2015
|[[PrP: Do you wanna chomp a snowman?]]
|[[Aevarr]],[[Kroth]],[[Smythly]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Barney the Bear]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Terewin]], [[Blackjack]], [[Arkun]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds 2]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Pips]], [[Charis]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[Pubbing]]
|[[Vroole]], [[Oliver]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|January 9, 2015
|[[PrP:The_Cairn]]
|[[Terewin]], [[Faiza]], [[Blackjack]], [[Pips]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[PrP: Missing Husband]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Flicker]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[Theater Front]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Flicker]], [[Basil]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 10, 2015
|[[PrP:_Goblins%3F_Bandits%3F_Stolen_babies!|PrP: Goblins and Stolen Babies]]
|Silmeria, Dain, Charis, Barsool-um
|-
|January 12, 2015
|[[Market Crash]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Te'Andra]], [[Solace]], [[Selia]], [[Ivy]], [[Cesran]], [[Basil]], [[Flicker]], [[Audax]]
|-
|January 16, 2015
|[[PrP: Haunted Playhouse]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Yngvild]], [[Flicker]], [[Faiza]]
|-
|January 17, 2015
|[[PrP:Walk in the Woods]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Dain]], [[Morasha]]
|-
|January 17th, 2015
|[[PrP: Doge Day Afternoon]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Terewin]], [[Rayne]], [[Bahken]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Danger Close]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Lothos]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Lost Tower]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Renfrey]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|January 20, 2015
|[[PrP: A Beautiful Mine]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Silmeria]], [[Yngvild]], [[Jahnavi]], [[Morasha]], [[Daromu]]
|-
|January 21, 2015
|[[Meetup: Angoron Party!]]
|[[Yngvild]], [[Jibbom]], [[Morasha]], [[Munch]], [[Kroth]], [[Bahken]], [[Hrist]], [[Nicolai]], [[Boshter]], [[Halani]], [[Stjepan]], [[Rayne]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: An Apprentice Problem]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Lothos]], [[Rhar]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 25, 2015
|[[PrP: Hunter and Prey]]
|[[Lily]], [[Latenat]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[A Suddenly Bad Day]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Lily]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[Mountain Rest]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|January 27, 2015
|[[Recruitment Efforts]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Aldean]], [[Silmeria]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: The Diary]]
|[[Charis]], [[Aevarr]], [[Stjepan]], [[Yngvild]], [[Gareth]], [[Oliver]], [[Faiza]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: Portal Trouble]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Duncan]], [[Lothos]], [[Lyrana]], and [[Zarr]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: Yippee Ki Yay]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Bennet]], [[Mara]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PrP: Clearing the Cache]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Renfrey]], [[Kiroth]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PRP: Monkey Business]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Lothos]], [[Godwyn]], [[Corra]], [[Abrahil]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2016 Logs==
===January===

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 1, 2016
|[[PrP: Sticky Situation]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Raethon]], [[Chach]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sigrid]], [[Eirene]]
|-
|January 2, 2016
|[[PrP: Murderous Cannibal]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Sigrid]], [[Kailin]], [[Malkael]]
|-
|January 5, 2016
|[[Docks Talk]]
|[[Munch]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|January 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Borders II: Raiders of the Lost Cart]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 10, 2016
|[[PrP: The Lost Boy]]
|[[Garak]], [[Munch]], [[Verna]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[PrP: Village of Glenspiel]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[Woods Wizards]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Fayde]]
|-
|January 12, 2016
|[[Snipe hunt]]
|[[Munch]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]]
|-
|January 13, 2016
|[[Before the Society]]
|[[Verna]], [[Solace]], [[Kailin]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Bandit Tree]]
|[[Veloria]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[PrP: Mining Job]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Sasha]], [[Drok'thar]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[Meetup: Courtroom Blues: Prelude]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 23, 2016
|[[Meetup: Bardic Concert]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Aldean]], [[Jibbom]], [[Silmeria]], [[Arisha]], [[Stjepan]], [[Abrahil]], [[Serene]], [[Svarshan]], [[Verna]], [[Miruan]]
|-
|January 24, 2016
|[[PrP: Cult Leader]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Garak]], [[Verna]], [[Alba]], and [[Nadara ]]
|-
|January 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Buried Demons]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Vasya]], [[Sully]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Demons in the Manor]]
|[[Halena]], [[Vasya]], [[Kailin]], [[Ezriya]]
|-
|January 31, 2016
|[[Blades of Hell]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Vasya]], [[Veloria]], [[Kevan]]
|-
|February 2, 2016
|[[A Ladle Help, Please]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: Fancy Party]]
|[[Vati]] [[Kailin]], [[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jacob]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jibbom]], [[Rhar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]]
|}
===February===

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 2, 2016
|[[Wisp1]]
|[[Iadoth]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 3, 2016
|[[Wisp2]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 4, 2016
|[[Courtroom Blues part I]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|February 7, 2016
|[[Wisp3]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 7, 2016
|[[Party Crashers]]
|[[Kevan]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|February 10, 2016
|[[Wisp4]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Uneth]], [[Mila]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 12, 2016
|[[Afternoon Fun]]
|[[Vasya]], [[Halena]], [[Wilros]]
|-
|February 13, 2016
|[[Cave Raiders]]
|[[Iadoth]], [[Nysalia]], [[Kailin]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|February 15, 2016
|[[Wisp5]]
|[[Autumn]], [[Iadoth]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 22, 2016
|[[Eye of the Needle]]
|[[Smythly]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|February 22, 2016
|[[Lost in the Hills]]
|[[Vasya]], [[Pelka]], [[Mip]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|February 27, 2016
|[[Horse Play]]
|[[Fiore]], [[Nicolai]], [[Nysalia]]
|-
|February 27, 2016
|[[Meeting in Mitclan]]
|[[Azog]], [[Alba]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]], [[Munch]], [[Jareth]], [[Cesran]], [[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 28, 2016
|[[Meetup: Campfire Tales]]
|[[Alba]], [[Aldean]], [[Durrankar]], [[Iadoth]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Ormarr]], [[Uneth]]
|-
|February 28, 2016
|[[One More Time]]
|[[Fiore]], [[Nysalia]], [[Leonis]], [[Kevan]], [[Eilrie]]
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 1, 2016
|[[Missing Pup]]
|[[Bennet]], [[Iadoth]], [[Uneth]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|March 1, 2016
|[[The Dark Temple of Ages]]
|[[Leonis]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|March 2, 2016
|[[The Black Warrens of Horror]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Fiore]], [[Halena]]
|-
|March 3, 2016
|[[ meets Bitr]]
|[[]], [[Bitr]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|March 9, 2016
|[[A Mouse Among Rats]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Fiore]], [[Halena]]
|-
|March 10, 2016
|[[Another Escort]]
|[[Zam]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|March 15, 2016
|[[A Light In The Window]]
|[[]], [[Fiore]], [[Nysalia]]
|-
|March 16, 2016
|[[Knowledge is Power]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Mikilos]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|March 20, 2016
|[[Forest Troubles]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Nicolai]], [[Aya]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|March 21, 2016
|[[Elementary]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Jokul]], [[Leonis]], [[Hun'rar]]
|-
|March 22, 2016
|[[Gate Gypsies]]
|[[Shagara]], [[Munch]], [[Iadoth]], [[Josselyn]]
|-
|March 24, 2016
|[[Hill Raiders]]
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Terewin]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 4, 2016
|[[Scared Horse]]
|[[Munch]], [[Iadoth]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|April 4, 2016
|[[In the Cellar]]
|[[Josselyn]], [[Eden]], [[Alakton]], [[Lucy]], [[Aya]], [[James]], [[Ansrir]]
|-
|April 5, 2016
|[[Mostly Dead]]
|[[James]], [[Nicolai]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|April 7, 2016
|[[Mountain Mine]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Ansrir]], [[Barbalau]], [[Orenthal]], [[James]]
|-
|April 7, 2016
|[[Ghoul in Wolf's Clothing]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Mandor]], [[Zyla]], [[Albain]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|April 8, 2016
|[[PrP: Perfection]]
|[[Barbalau]], [[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Polk]]
|-
|April 10, 2016
|[[Fernwood Breakfast]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Myaris]], [[Orenthal]], [[Aldean]], [[Aya]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 12, 2016
|[[Family History]]
|[[Aya]], [[Diemma]], [[Mikilos]], [[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]], [[Ahmo]]
|-
|April 12, 2016
|[[Ox Steam]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]], [[Ralickwort]]
|-
|April 13, 2016
|[[Hills Have Eyes]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Raniq]], [[Aya]], [[Alakton]], [[Eden]], [[James]]
|-
|April 19, 2016
|[[Knight on the Town]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Aya]], [[Jokul]], [[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 20, 2016
|[[PrP: The Fire Dance]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charlotte]], [[Landau]], [[Alexander]], [[Vala]], [[Mandor]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|April 21, 2016
|[[PrP: We All Float Down Here]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charlotte]], [[Landau]], [[Aya]], [[Charity]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 22, 2016
|[[PrP: All Ye Who Enter Here]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Jokul]], [[Jacob]], [[Landau]], [[Charity]], [[Charlotte]], [[Ezriya]], [[Kalkorth]]
|-
|April 23, 2016
|[[Song To The Moon]]
|[[Aya]], [[Orenthal]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|April 24, 2016
|[[PrP: More Bees With Honey]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Charity]], [[Landau]], [[Mandor]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|April 25, 2016
|[[Dark Manor]]
|[[Aya]], [[Raniq]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Josselyn]], [[Krom]]
|-
|April 25, 2016
|[[PrP: A Mystery To Us All]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Charity]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|April 27, 2016
|[[PrP: Leftovers]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Zyla]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Latenat]], [[Kiroth]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|April 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Cherub's Chalice, part I]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Eilrie]], [[James]] / [[Polk]], [[Kizzie]], [[Telecorn]] (Runner: [[Iadoth]])
|-
|April 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: The Thrill of it All]]
|[[Telecorn]], [[Munch]], [[Ralickwort]], [[Raniq]], [[James]], [[Autumn]], [[Rayne]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|April 29, 2016
|[[Lost Puppy]]
|[[Raniq]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[James]]
|-
|April 30, 2016
|[[PrP: The Haghill Horror]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charity]], [[Ezekiel]], [[Wilros]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2016
|[[Stone Tough]]
|[[Virton]], [[Lenore]], [[Nicolai]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|May 2, 2016
|[[PrP: The Wilted Lily]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Landau]], [[Ikavod]], [[Arnora]], [[Ezekiel]]
|-
|May 4, 2016
|[[PrP: Blood From Stone]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ormud]], [[Jokul]], [[Arnora]], [[Niara]], [[Ezekiel]]
|-
|May 5, 2016
|[[PrP: Should you choose to accept it]]
|[[Daromu]], [[Bitr]], [[Setiawan]], [[Telecorn]], [[Eden]], [[Polk]]
|-
|May 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Break The Mold]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ianga]], [[Jokul]], [[Tizrazz]], [[Ansrir]], [[Myaris]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 8, 2016
|[[PrP: What Tangled Webs We Weave]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Myaris]], [[Shagara]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Ansrir]], [[Galmr]], [[Wilros]]
|-
|May 9, 2016
|[[Ga'Elian Buys Potions from Mikilos]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Telecorn gets Arrested]]
|[[Myaris]], [[Polk]], [[Ralickwort]], [[Stirling]], [[Telecorn]]
|-
|May 10, 2016
|[[RP: The Horse Abusing Guard]]
|[[Telecorn]], [[Shagara]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 11, 2016
|[[Introductions in Rune]]
|[[Arynel]], [[Autumn]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 13, 2016
|[[PrP: Betelgeuse Betelgeuse Be...]]
|[[Myaris]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Aya]], run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Forest Acquaintance]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Nicolai]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Free Hugs]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Landau]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 16, 2016
|[[Comet]]
|[[Kerbasi]], [[Raniq]], [[Munch]], [[Arynel]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|May 16, 2016
|[[Raniq and Kieron Meet]]
|[[Raniq]], [[Kieron]]
|-
|May 17, 2016
|[[The Long Afternoon of Ea]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Eilrie]]
|-
|
|[[RP: 3 Sith and an Elf]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 19, 2016
|[[Beneath Thul's Shadow]]
|[[Arynel]], [[Kevan]], [[Lenore]], [[Miruan]], [[Nadara]], [[Virton]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|May 20, 2016
|[[RP: A Griffon in the Village]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Library Scrivening]]
|[[Landau]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 24, 2016
|[[RP at the Llyranesi Embassy]]
|[[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|
|[[The Tower of Four Heavens - The Eye Room]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Malorn]]
|-
|May 25, 2016
|[[RP: Skill Training in the Mountains]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Tiasa]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Behind Enemy Lines]]
|[[Aya]], [[Eilrie]], [[Myaris]], [[Raniq]], [[Ambar]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 26, 2016
|[[RP: Polishing Armaments]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 28, 2016
|[[PRP: Feeling Green]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Terewin]], [[Virton]], [[Kira]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 29, 2016
|[[PRP: Thug Infestation]]
|[[Aya]], [[Kogger]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|May 31, 2016
|[[RP: I Rhar, I Hit with Stick!]]
|[[Blauensturm]], [[Kerbasi]], [[Raniq]], [[Terewin]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2016
|[[Constructive Criticism]] (part 1)
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|June 3, 2016
|[[PrP: Salted Pork - part 1]]
|[[Aurora]], [[Ezriya]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Raethon]], run by [[Raniq|Ranik]]
|-
|June 6, 2016
|[[Summer Tea]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Myrana]], [[Krom]], [[Nyria]], [[Karnak]], [[Hun'rar]]
|-
|June 2016
|[[The Tower of Four Heavens - The Ear Room]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Ormud]]
|-
|June 9, 2016
|[[RP: Forest Lake]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|June 10, 2016
|[[PrP: Salted Pork - part 2]]
|[[Mel]], [[Raethon]], [[Aurora]], [[Aya]], [[Kalkorth]], run by [[Raniq|Ranik]]
|-
|
|[[RP: New Faces]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Tija Woami]]
|-
|June 13, 2016
|[[Mictlan Access]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Svarshan]], [[Un'eth]], [[Diemma]], [[Tija Woari]]
|-
|June 14, 2016
|[[Rat Pie]]
|[[Krom]], [[Ralikwort]], [[Tija Woari]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 15, 2016
|[[RP: Chaos Abounds]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 22, 2016
|[[Drink More]]
|[[Krom]], [[Nicolai]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Card Reading]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Arynel]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 27, 2016
|[[RP: Yelrona's arrival]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Sorscha]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 28, 2016
|[[Ceiling Splat]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Munch]], [[Setaiwan]], [[Sorscha]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kira]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|June 30, 2016
|[[RP: The Coming of the Bindroot!]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Diemma]], [[Shierra]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Demon in the Garden]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Velothin]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2016
|[[Approaching the Archives]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Diemma]], [[Kira]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|
|[[To the Archives]]
|[[Diemma]], [[Mikilos]], [[Yelrona]], [[Jessamy]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Hare We Go]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Sorscha]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|
|[[A river runs through it]]
|[[Aya]], [[Charlotte]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Velothin]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 2, 2016
|[[Fates worse than death]]
|[[Arisha]],[[Verna]],[[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 6, 2016
|[[And the Rain Crashed Down on the Roof...]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|
|[[Back to the Archives]]
|[[Diemma]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[A clue!]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 7, 2016
|[[Away, You Rolling River]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Iadoth]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 9, 2016
|[[Giants and Clowns]]
|[[Sigrid]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[Prelude to a Vision]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 10, 2016
|[[RP: Skyhold Meeting]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Miles]], [[Sora]], [[Shaoqing]]
|-
|July 11, 2016
|[[The No Good Oxleys Horrible Secret Anniversary Party for Sandy and Myrana]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Jareth]], [[Kravar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Rhar]], [[Sandy]], [[Serene]], [[Sora]], [[Sorscha]], [[Stirling]], [[Svarshan]], [[Velothin]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 12, 2016
|[[RP: Chatting]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Aldean]], [[Esmaudalein]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Take me to the river]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Fiore]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 14, 2016
|[[MAYHEM!!!]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]],[[Jacob]],[[Lahar]],[[Munch]],[[Smythly]],[[Yelrona]],[[Myrana]],[[Sorscha]],[[Miles]],[[Alba]],[[Tatyannah]]
|-
|
|[[Metal duckie, you're the one...]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Sorscha]],[[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 15, 2016
|[[RP: At the SOUTH Bridge]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Karuda]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Union of the snake is on the climb|RP: At the NORTH Bridge]]
|[[Aya]] [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Salerik]] [[Setiawan|Setiawan in disguise]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Air Station]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|July 17, 2016
|[[Hare today...]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Aya]], [[Durrankar]], [[Iadoth]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[...gone tomorrow.]]
|[[Aya]], [[Muriel]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 18, 2016
|[[Intensive Care Unit]]
|[[Sorscha]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Ain't no thing like me, except me.]]
|[[Blauensturm]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 25, 2016
|[[RP: A History Lesson]]
|[[Verna]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Playing in the Park]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Sorscha]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 26, 2016
|[[RP: Junk and Dreams]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|July 17, 2016
|[[Starving Artists]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Munch]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 28, 2016
|[[Of Freedom and Teamwork]]
|[[Lucy]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]], [[Charlotte]]
|-
|
|[[Elvensong or Lionel Ritchie]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 29, 2016
|[[Snowcone]]
|[[Hun'rar]], [[Krom]], [[Fazahd]], [[Aya]], [[Sorcha]]
|-
|July 30, 2016
|[[Another One Bites the Bone Dust]]
|[[Carwyn]], [[Safiya]], [[Ashelia]], [[Alik]], [[Celeste]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|}

===August===
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 3, 2016
|[[PRP: Jewel Hunt]]
|[[Alik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Thistle]], [[Landau]]
|-
|August 6, 2016
|[[PRP: Cattle Raid!]]
|[[Miles]], [[Sasha]], [[Velothin]], [[Hildr]]
|-
|August 7, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Free Riverside Cafe]]
|[[Aya]], [[Amythyst]], [[Sandy]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Jacob]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|August 8, 2016
|[[RP: Urban Jungle]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Taer]], [[Aya]]
|-
|August 9, 2016
|[[PRP: The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing]]
|[[Alik]], [[Hun'rar]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Safiya]]
|-
|August 9, 2016
|[[Fey Ring]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Iadoth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 10, 2016
|[[Noodle Soup]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|August 17, 2016
|[[RP: Of Card Sharks & Oruchs]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[A Ranger Caught Off His Guard?]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 18, 2016
|[[PrP: The 'Orse Fieve]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Aya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Munch]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|August 19, 2016
|[[Zenia Meets Ga'Elian]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Zenia]]
|-
|August 22, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Lamplighting Ceremony]]
|[[Aya]], [[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|August 24, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Bridge Cleaning]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 25, 2016
|[[RP-Learning Fiend Lore]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Halena]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 27, 2016
|[[RP-Baldrick Tells Ga'Elian of a Demon Attack]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]], [[Baldrick]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|
|[[RP-Monastic Archives]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jacob]]
|-
|August 29, 2016
|[[RP-A Neighborly Question]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[RP-Hun'rar & Ga'Elian Meet]]
|[[Hun'rar]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 30, 2016
|[[RP-A Pleasant Day]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup: Blood Calls From Within|Meetup: Blood Within]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Durrankar]], [[Svarshan]]
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2016
|[[RP-Dropping In & Calzones]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Khogh Dorahl]]
|-
|September 1, 2016
|[[Ox Dwarves]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Jokul]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]], [[Dubtle]], [[Khogh Dorahl]], [[Gimring]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|September 2, 2016
|[[Steamcart Meet]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Munch]], [[Aria]]
|-
|September 3, 2016
|[[Blood Within: Part 2]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Durrankar]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|September 6, 2016
|[[Fix Ox]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Ga'Elian]], [[Bors]]
|-
|September 6, 2016
|[[Ox Effort]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jenner]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 8, 2016
|[[PrP: Noises from the Felwood]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]] (emitter), and as players: [[Halena]], [[Raethon]], [[Jokul]], and [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[A Warlords Revenge|A Warlord's Revenge]]
|[[Alik]], [[Aria]], [[Dubtle]], [[Ganbaatar]], [[Gimring]], [[Hildr]]
|-
|September 11, 2016
|[[Magus Point]]
|[[Verna]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Svarshan]], [[Raethon]], [[Pelka]], [[Myrana]], [[Jokul]], [[Jacob]], [[Fazahd]], [[Alik]], [[Aldean]], [[Alba]]
|-
|September 12, 2016
|[[PrP: Harpy Arpee]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Jokul]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Flightwright's Theatre]]
|[[Esmaudalein]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|September 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Hooks in Me Hooks in You II]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Alik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Raethon]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|September 17, 2016
|[[RP: Jake Recounts a Demon Fight]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|September 19, 2016
|[[RP: Recruited]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
| September 20, 2016
|[[Break the Assault!!!]]
|[[Raethon]] (As Plotrunner), [[Fazahd]], [[Alik]], [[Ahmos]]
|-
|
|[[SS: Around the Fire]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Charis]], [[Sebropert]], [[Svarshan]], [[Uneth]], [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|September 21, 2016
|[[PrP: Creak Crash]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]] (emitter), and as players: [[Blauensturm]], [[Alik]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: S-Dran-dead Again]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Jokul]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|September 22, 2016
|[[Plaza Muffins]]
|[[Kerbasi]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jokul]], [[Diemma]], [[Arisha]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|September 23, 2016 (+sotd Day!)
|[[RP: Delving Down]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]]
|-
|
|[[RP:_Ga'Elian Gets Duped]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aldean]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|September 25, 2016
|[[PrP: Spider Pass]]
|[[Aria]], [[Astraea]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|
|[[MEETUP: CRAFT FAIR]]
|[[Alik]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 26, 2016
|[[RP: Sparring & an Offer]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]]
|-
|September 27, 2016
|[[PrP: Seal the Northern Gate]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Astraea]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Campfire Chat]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Astraea]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|September 29, 2016
|[[RP: Duped AGAIN!]]
|[[Sora]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|September 30, 2016
|[[RP: TGI Fly-day]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jacob]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup:Revels Parade]]
|(''various'')
|-
|}

===October===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 2, 2016
|[[The Door Beneath]]
|[[Aria]], [[Sasha]], [[Striglegoff]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|October 4, 2016
|[[PrP: Seal the Eastern Gate]]
|run by [[Raethon]]; players: [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|October 7, 2016
|[[RP: Mischief and Paperwork]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]], [[Mel]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Rona Psychoanalyzes Elian]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]], [[Fazahd]], [[Ashira]], [[Astaren]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Murder on the Arborveil Express]]
|[[Zahara]], [[Fazahd]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Tend to your knitting]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Arisha]], [[Astaren]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|October 11, 2016
|[[RP: Ominous Tunnel]]
|[[Alik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: What's Wrong at Home?]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|October 12, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Artificer Open House]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Alik]], [[Astaren]], [[Blauensturm]], [[Stirling]], [[Striglegoff]]
|-
|October 14, 2016
|[[RP: Chaaor in the Felwood]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Ealian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[DEMILICH INSIDE]]
|(Whirlpool) [[Alik]], [[Astaren]], [[Autumn]], [[Durrankar]], [[Heinrich]], [[Malorn]], [[Miruan]], [[Uneth]]
|-
|October 16, 2016
|[[PRP: Between a Roc and a Hard Place, Part 1]]
|run by [[Zahara]];[[Donna]], [[Astraea]], [[Karuda]], [[Rassata]]
|-
|October 18, 2016
|[[A Gathering at the Grove]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Belladona]], [[Fazahd]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|October 20, 2016
|[[Erithamiel's Introduction]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]]
|-
|
|[[Hunters Gathering|Meetup: Hunter's Gathering]]
|(''various'')
|-
|October 24, 2016
|[[PrP: A Grim Hunt]]
|run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]. Players: [[Arisha]], [[Astraea]], [[Erakirak]], [[Taishi]]
|-
|October 25, 2016
|[[RP: Of Clothing & Food]]
|[[Heinrich]], [[Astaren]]
|}

===November===
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1 2016
|[[Rune Defense ONE MORE TIME!]]
| Run by: [[Arynel]]. Defenders: [[Devola]], [[Sora]], [[Eilrie]], [[Astaren]], [[Erakirak]]
|-
|November 2 2016
|[[Plaza Peace in Pieces]]
| Run by: [[Rassata]]. Players: [[Duthei]], [[Devola]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[RP – Ominous Tunnel Part 2]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga’Elian]], [[Alik]]
|-
|November 6, 2016
|[[RP: Spooked Horses & Sigil Trial]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|November 7, 2016
|[[RP: Apprentice Advice]]
|[[Aya]], [[Devola]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Troubles in Marburg]]
|[[Devola]], [[Erakirak]], [[Duthei]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Sasha]], [[Zant]]
|-
|November 8, 2016
|[[RP: Frankie the Exile]]
|[[Roselle]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Devola]], [[Selia]], [[Fiore]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Bumpkin at the Bar]]
|[[Roselle]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Duthei]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Mysteries in Marburg]]
|[[Devola]], [[Erakirak]], [[Hun'rar']], [[Arisha]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|November 15, 2016
|[[RP: The Hunter's Report]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Elian Engages Aria to Craft Boots]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aria]]
|-
|November 17, 2016
|[[RP: Union Letter and Un'eth's Offspring]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[Memory of Hyraxis]]
|[[Lilyth]], [[Iuitl]], [[Durrankar]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|November 19, 2016
|[[Dran and Rune Conflict End]]
|Lots of people!
|-
|November 20, 2016
|[[Not a Sewer Run]]
|[[Zant]], [[Arynel]], [[Sebropert]], [[Devola]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Craps]]
|[[Heinrich]], [[Kai]]
|-
|November 21, 2016
|[[PrP: Wight-out]]
|Emitted by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elan]]. Players: [[Andrion]], [[Astaren]], [[Bitr]], [[Jessa]], [[Kai]], & [[Kira]]
|-
|November 23, 2016
|[[RP: A Fireside Chat]]
|[[Nicolai]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[Not so Conjugal Visit]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|November 26, 2016
|[[PRP: And you shall Rest in peace.....]]
|Run by: [[Arynel]], In plot: [[Jokul]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
|-
|November 27, 2016
|[[Planning Against SulTek|Planning Against Sul'Tek]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Garrin]], [[Un'eth]], [[Svarshan]], [[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Crypt of the Necro.....WHAT!?]]
|Run by: [[Arynel]], In Plot: [[Zant]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], [[Astaren]]
|-
|November 28, 2016
|[[PrP: When Pigs Fly...]]
|Run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], Players: [[Alik]], [[Bitr]], [[Raethon]], & [[Selerik]]
|-
|November 28, 2016
|[[PrP: The cult of Su'Tek]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]], [[Elisabeth]], [[Lysa]], [[Roselle]], [[Garrin]]
|-
|November 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Keep HYDRAted]]
|Run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], Players: [[Selerik]], [[Pelka]], & [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Barbecued Bunny]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]], [[Astaren]]
|}

===December===
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1, 2016
|[[RP: asking about an expedition]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
|}

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[[Category:Logs]]
{{AboutLogs}}

Many of the logs below refer to general roleplay. Some are tied to '''[[Standard PrPs|Player-Run Plots]]''', though. Many are also '''[[Meetups]]''', or '''[[Small Stories]]'''!

==2014 Logs==

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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 3, 2014
|[[PrP: Sinkhole Part 2a]]
|[[Kidda]],[[Thanix]],[[Kroth]],[[Yngvild]]
|-
|December 5, 2014
|[[Commitee]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Meihui]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|December 6, 2014
|[[MEETUP: Snowball Fight!]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]], [[Ionus]], [[Kidda]], [[Meihui]], [[Silmeria]], [[Jibbom]], [[Lorien]], [[Benthus]], [[Arixillo]], [[Vroole]], [[Abrahil]], [[Munch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zalara]], [[Stirling]], [[Talazia]]
|-
|December 9, 2014
|[[PrP: Decoy (part 2)]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|December 11,2014
|[[Snow Play]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Autumn]], [[Aldean]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 12, 2014
|[[PrP: Pickety Pickety]]
|[[Nuanna]], [[Jal]], [[Amithil]], [[Vroole]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Milk Run]]
|[[X]], [[X]], [[X]], [[X]]
|-
|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Ambush]]
|[[Schneider]], [[Lothos]], [[Aldean]], [[Kiroth]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[PrP: Trade Route]]
|[[Jahnavi]], [[Alba]], [[Amithil]], [[Jal]], [[Aevarr]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[Poetic Souls]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]], [[Stirling]], [[Bahken]]
|-
|December 16, 2014
|[[PrP: Pookems and Snookems]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Kroth]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 20, 2014
|[[PrP: Supplies!]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Benthus]], [[Oates]], [[Rhar]], [[Tatyannah]], and [[Zalara]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]].
|-
|December, 2014
|[[A Series of Sad Bars]]
|[[Talazia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[Bandit Trouble]]
|[[Azariah]], [[Brianna]], [[Kroth]], [[Vroole]], [[Yngvild]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[PrP: Finding Rachel]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Aevarr]]
|-
|December 24, 2014
|[[PrP: Think of the Children!]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Raethon]], [[Takiyah]], [[Tiasa]], and [[Vroole]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 25, 2014
|[[PrP: Dying Paladin]]
|[[Sophia]], [[Munch]], [[Lothos]]
|-
|December 26, 2014
|[[PrP: It's Always Bugs]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Corra]], and [[Kravar]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 29, 2014
|[[PrP: Rescue the Orphans 2]]
|[[Corra]], [[Godwyn]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|December 31, 2014
|[[PrP: Unwanted Residents]]
|[[Yrqeem]], [[Uraug]], [[Tiasa]],[[Kroth]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2015 Logs==
===Janurary===

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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
| January 2, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Thanix]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 4, 2015
|[[PrP: Guardians at the Gate]]
|[[Laefwyn]], [[Alakton]], [[Renfrey]], [[Pips]], [[Taro]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|January 6, 2015
|[[PrP: Scouts or just Wolves]]
|[[Alba]],[[Dain]],[[Belladona]]
|-
|January 7, 2015
|[[PrP: Do you wanna chomp a snowman?]]
|[[Aevarr]],[[Kroth]],[[Smythly]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Barney the Bear]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Terewin]], [[Blackjack]], [[Arkun]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds 2]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Pips]], [[Charis]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[Pubbing]]
|[[Vroole]], [[Oliver]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|January 9, 2015
|[[PrP:The_Cairn]]
|[[Terewin]], [[Faiza]], [[Blackjack]], [[Pips]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[PrP: Missing Husband]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Flicker]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[Theater Front]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Flicker]], [[Basil]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 10, 2015
|[[PrP:_Goblins%3F_Bandits%3F_Stolen_babies!|PrP: Goblins and Stolen Babies]]
|Silmeria, Dain, Charis, Barsool-um
|-
|January 12, 2015
|[[Market Crash]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Te'Andra]], [[Solace]], [[Selia]], [[Ivy]], [[Cesran]], [[Basil]], [[Flicker]], [[Audax]]
|-
|January 16, 2015
|[[PrP: Haunted Playhouse]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Yngvild]], [[Flicker]], [[Faiza]]
|-
|January 17, 2015
|[[PrP:Walk in the Woods]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Dain]], [[Morasha]]
|-
|January 17th, 2015
|[[PrP: Doge Day Afternoon]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Terewin]], [[Rayne]], [[Bahken]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Danger Close]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Lothos]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Lost Tower]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Renfrey]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|January 20, 2015
|[[PrP: A Beautiful Mine]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Silmeria]], [[Yngvild]], [[Jahnavi]], [[Morasha]], [[Daromu]]
|-
|January 21, 2015
|[[Meetup: Angoron Party!]]
|[[Yngvild]], [[Jibbom]], [[Morasha]], [[Munch]], [[Kroth]], [[Bahken]], [[Hrist]], [[Nicolai]], [[Boshter]], [[Halani]], [[Stjepan]], [[Rayne]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: An Apprentice Problem]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Lothos]], [[Rhar]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 25, 2015
|[[PrP: Hunter and Prey]]
|[[Lily]], [[Latenat]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[A Suddenly Bad Day]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Lily]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[Mountain Rest]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|January 27, 2015
|[[Recruitment Efforts]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Aldean]], [[Silmeria]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: The Diary]]
|[[Charis]], [[Aevarr]], [[Stjepan]], [[Yngvild]], [[Gareth]], [[Oliver]], [[Faiza]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: Portal Trouble]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Duncan]], [[Lothos]], [[Lyrana]], and [[Zarr]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: Yippee Ki Yay]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Bennet]], [[Mara]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PrP: Clearing the Cache]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Renfrey]], [[Kiroth]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PRP: Monkey Business]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Lothos]], [[Godwyn]], [[Corra]], [[Abrahil]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2016 Logs==
===January===

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 1, 2016
|[[PrP: Sticky Situation]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Raethon]], [[Chach]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sigrid]], [[Eirene]]
|-
|January 2, 2016
|[[PrP: Murderous Cannibal]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Sigrid]], [[Kailin]], [[Malkael]]
|-
|January 5, 2016
|[[Docks Talk]]
|[[Munch]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|January 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Borders II: Raiders of the Lost Cart]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 10, 2016
|[[PrP: The Lost Boy]]
|[[Garak]], [[Munch]], [[Verna]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[PrP: Village of Glenspiel]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[Woods Wizards]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Fayde]]
|-
|January 12, 2016
|[[Snipe hunt]]
|[[Munch]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]]
|-
|January 13, 2016
|[[Before the Society]]
|[[Verna]], [[Solace]], [[Kailin]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Bandit Tree]]
|[[Veloria]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[PrP: Mining Job]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Sasha]], [[Drok'thar]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[Meetup: Courtroom Blues: Prelude]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 23, 2016
|[[Meetup: Bardic Concert]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Aldean]], [[Jibbom]], [[Silmeria]], [[Arisha]], [[Stjepan]], [[Abrahil]], [[Serene]], [[Svarshan]], [[Verna]], [[Miruan]]
|-
|January 24, 2016
|[[PrP: Cult Leader]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Garak]], [[Verna]], [[Alba]], and [[Nadara ]]
|-
|January 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Buried Demons]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Vasya]], [[Sully]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Demons in the Manor]]
|[[Halena]], [[Vasya]], [[Kailin]], [[Ezriya]]
|-
|January 31, 2016
|[[Blades of Hell]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Vasya]], [[Veloria]], [[Kevan]]
|-
|February 2, 2016
|[[A Ladle Help, Please]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: Fancy Party]]
|[[Vati]] [[Kailin]], [[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jacob]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jibbom]], [[Rhar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]]
|}
===February===

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 2, 2016
|[[Wisp1]]
|[[Iadoth]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 3, 2016
|[[Wisp2]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 4, 2016
|[[Courtroom Blues part I]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|February 7, 2016
|[[Wisp3]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 7, 2016
|[[Party Crashers]]
|[[Kevan]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|February 10, 2016
|[[Wisp4]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Uneth]], [[Mila]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 12, 2016
|[[Afternoon Fun]]
|[[Vasya]], [[Halena]], [[Wilros]]
|-
|February 13, 2016
|[[Cave Raiders]]
|[[Iadoth]], [[Nysalia]], [[Kailin]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|February 15, 2016
|[[Wisp5]]
|[[Autumn]], [[Iadoth]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 22, 2016
|[[Eye of the Needle]]
|[[Smythly]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|February 22, 2016
|[[Lost in the Hills]]
|[[Vasya]], [[Pelka]], [[Mip]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|February 27, 2016
|[[Horse Play]]
|[[Fiore]], [[Nicolai]], [[Nysalia]]
|-
|February 27, 2016
|[[Meeting in Mitclan]]
|[[Azog]], [[Alba]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]], [[Munch]], [[Jareth]], [[Cesran]], [[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 28, 2016
|[[Meetup: Campfire Tales]]
|[[Alba]], [[Aldean]], [[Durrankar]], [[Iadoth]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Ormarr]], [[Uneth]]
|-
|February 28, 2016
|[[One More Time]]
|[[Fiore]], [[Nysalia]], [[Leonis]], [[Kevan]], [[Eilrie]]
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 1, 2016
|[[Missing Pup]]
|[[Bennet]], [[Iadoth]], [[Uneth]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|March 1, 2016
|[[The Dark Temple of Ages]]
|[[Leonis]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|March 2, 2016
|[[The Black Warrens of Horror]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Fiore]], [[Halena]]
|-
|March 3, 2016
|[[ meets Bitr]]
|[[]], [[Bitr]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|March 9, 2016
|[[A Mouse Among Rats]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Fiore]], [[Halena]]
|-
|March 10, 2016
|[[Another Escort]]
|[[Zam]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|March 15, 2016
|[[A Light In The Window]]
|[[]], [[Fiore]], [[Nysalia]]
|-
|March 16, 2016
|[[Knowledge is Power]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Mikilos]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|March 20, 2016
|[[Forest Troubles]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Nicolai]], [[Aya]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|March 21, 2016
|[[Elementary]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Jokul]], [[Leonis]], [[Hun'rar]]
|-
|March 22, 2016
|[[Gate Gypsies]]
|[[Shagara]], [[Munch]], [[Iadoth]], [[Josselyn]]
|-
|March 24, 2016
|[[Hill Raiders]]
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Terewin]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 4, 2016
|[[Scared Horse]]
|[[Munch]], [[Iadoth]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|April 4, 2016
|[[In the Cellar]]
|[[Josselyn]], [[Eden]], [[Alakton]], [[Lucy]], [[Aya]], [[James]], [[Ansrir]]
|-
|April 5, 2016
|[[Mostly Dead]]
|[[James]], [[Nicolai]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|April 7, 2016
|[[Mountain Mine]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Ansrir]], [[Barbalau]], [[Orenthal]], [[James]]
|-
|April 7, 2016
|[[Ghoul in Wolf's Clothing]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Mandor]], [[Zyla]], [[Albain]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|April 8, 2016
|[[PrP: Perfection]]
|[[Barbalau]], [[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Polk]]
|-
|April 10, 2016
|[[Fernwood Breakfast]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Myaris]], [[Orenthal]], [[Aldean]], [[Aya]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 12, 2016
|[[Family History]]
|[[Aya]], [[Diemma]], [[Mikilos]], [[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]], [[Ahmo]]
|-
|April 12, 2016
|[[Ox Steam]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]], [[Ralickwort]]
|-
|April 13, 2016
|[[Hills Have Eyes]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Raniq]], [[Aya]], [[Alakton]], [[Eden]], [[James]]
|-
|April 19, 2016
|[[Knight on the Town]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Aya]], [[Jokul]], [[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 20, 2016
|[[PrP: The Fire Dance]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charlotte]], [[Landau]], [[Alexander]], [[Vala]], [[Mandor]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|April 21, 2016
|[[PrP: We All Float Down Here]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charlotte]], [[Landau]], [[Aya]], [[Charity]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|April 22, 2016
|[[PrP: All Ye Who Enter Here]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Jokul]], [[Jacob]], [[Landau]], [[Charity]], [[Charlotte]], [[Ezriya]], [[Kalkorth]]
|-
|April 23, 2016
|[[Song To The Moon]]
|[[Aya]], [[Orenthal]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|April 24, 2016
|[[PrP: More Bees With Honey]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Charity]], [[Landau]], [[Mandor]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|April 25, 2016
|[[Dark Manor]]
|[[Aya]], [[Raniq]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Josselyn]], [[Krom]]
|-
|April 25, 2016
|[[PrP: A Mystery To Us All]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Charity]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jokul]], [[Aya]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|April 27, 2016
|[[PrP: Leftovers]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Zyla]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Latenat]], [[Kiroth]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|April 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Cherub's Chalice, part I]]
|[[Bitr]], [[Eilrie]], [[James]] / [[Polk]], [[Kizzie]], [[Telecorn]] (Runner: [[Iadoth]])
|-
|April 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: The Thrill of it All]]
|[[Telecorn]], [[Munch]], [[Ralickwort]], [[Raniq]], [[James]], [[Autumn]], [[Rayne]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|April 29, 2016
|[[Lost Puppy]]
|[[Raniq]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[James]]
|-
|April 30, 2016
|[[PrP: The Haghill Horror]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Charity]], [[Ezekiel]], [[Wilros]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2016
|[[Stone Tough]]
|[[Virton]], [[Lenore]], [[Nicolai]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|May 2, 2016
|[[PrP: The Wilted Lily]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Landau]], [[Ikavod]], [[Arnora]], [[Ezekiel]]
|-
|May 4, 2016
|[[PrP: Blood From Stone]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ormud]], [[Jokul]], [[Arnora]], [[Niara]], [[Ezekiel]]
|-
|May 5, 2016
|[[PrP: Should you choose to accept it]]
|[[Daromu]], [[Bitr]], [[Setiawan]], [[Telecorn]], [[Eden]], [[Polk]]
|-
|May 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Break The Mold]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ianga]], [[Jokul]], [[Tizrazz]], [[Ansrir]], [[Myaris]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 8, 2016
|[[PrP: What Tangled Webs We Weave]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Myaris]], [[Shagara]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Ansrir]], [[Galmr]], [[Wilros]]
|-
|May 9, 2016
|[[Ga'Elian Buys Potions from Mikilos]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Telecorn gets Arrested]]
|[[Myaris]], [[Polk]], [[Ralickwort]], [[Stirling]], [[Telecorn]]
|-
|May 10, 2016
|[[RP: The Horse Abusing Guard]]
|[[Telecorn]], [[Shagara]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 11, 2016
|[[Introductions in Rune]]
|[[Arynel]], [[Autumn]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 13, 2016
|[[PrP: Betelgeuse Betelgeuse Be...]]
|[[Myaris]], [[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Aya]], run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Forest Acquaintance]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Nicolai]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Free Hugs]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Virton]], [[Ikavod]], [[Landau]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 16, 2016
|[[Comet]]
|[[Kerbasi]], [[Raniq]], [[Munch]], [[Arynel]], [[Diemma]]
|-
|May 16, 2016
|[[Raniq and Kieron Meet]]
|[[Raniq]], [[Kieron]]
|-
|May 17, 2016
|[[The Long Afternoon of Ea]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Eilrie]]
|-
|
|[[RP: 3 Sith and an Elf]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 19, 2016
|[[Beneath Thul's Shadow]]
|[[Arynel]], [[Kevan]], [[Lenore]], [[Miruan]], [[Nadara]], [[Virton]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|May 20, 2016
|[[RP: A Griffon in the Village]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Library Scrivening]]
|[[Landau]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 24, 2016
|[[RP at the Llyranesi Embassy]]
|[[Charlotte]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|
|[[The Tower of Four Heavens - The Eye Room]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Malorn]]
|-
|May 25, 2016
|[[RP: Skill Training in the Mountains]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Tiasa]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Behind Enemy Lines]]
|[[Aya]], [[Eilrie]], [[Myaris]], [[Raniq]], [[Ambar]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|May 26, 2016
|[[RP: Polishing Armaments]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Raniq]]
|-
|May 28, 2016
|[[PRP: Feeling Green]]
|[[Lenore]], [[Terewin]], [[Virton]], [[Kira]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|May 29, 2016
|[[PRP: Thug Infestation]]
|[[Aya]], [[Kogger]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|May 31, 2016
|[[RP: I Rhar, I Hit with Stick!]]
|[[Blauensturm]], [[Kerbasi]], [[Raniq]], [[Terewin]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2016
|[[Constructive Criticism]] (part 1)
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|June 3, 2016
|[[PrP: Salted Pork - part 1]]
|[[Aurora]], [[Ezriya]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Raethon]], run by [[Raniq|Ranik]]
|-
|June 6, 2016
|[[Summer Tea]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Myrana]], [[Krom]], [[Nyria]], [[Karnak]], [[Hun'rar]]
|-
|June 2016
|[[The Tower of Four Heavens - The Ear Room]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bitr]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Ormud]]
|-
|June 9, 2016
|[[RP: Forest Lake]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|June 10, 2016
|[[PrP: Salted Pork - part 2]]
|[[Mel]], [[Raethon]], [[Aurora]], [[Aya]], [[Kalkorth]], run by [[Raniq|Ranik]]
|-
|
|[[RP: New Faces]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Tija Woami]]
|-
|June 13, 2016
|[[Mictlan Access]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Svarshan]], [[Un'eth]], [[Diemma]], [[Tija Woari]]
|-
|June 14, 2016
|[[Rat Pie]]
|[[Krom]], [[Ralikwort]], [[Tija Woari]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 15, 2016
|[[RP: Chaos Abounds]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 22, 2016
|[[Drink More]]
|[[Krom]], [[Nicolai]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Card Reading]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Arynel]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 27, 2016
|[[RP: Yelrona's arrival]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Sorscha]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 28, 2016
|[[Ceiling Splat]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Munch]], [[Setaiwan]], [[Sorscha]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kira]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|June 30, 2016
|[[RP: The Coming of the Bindroot!]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Diemma]], [[Shierra]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Demon in the Garden]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Velothin]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2016
|[[Approaching the Archives]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Diemma]], [[Kira]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|
|[[To the Archives]]
|[[Diemma]], [[Mikilos]], [[Yelrona]], [[Jessamy]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Hare We Go]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Sorscha]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|
|[[A river runs through it]]
|[[Aya]], [[Charlotte]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Velothin]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 2, 2016
|[[Fates worse than death]]
|[[Arisha]],[[Verna]],[[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 6, 2016
|[[And the Rain Crashed Down on the Roof...]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|
|[[Back to the Archives]]
|[[Diemma]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[A clue!]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 7, 2016
|[[Away, You Rolling River]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Iadoth]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 9, 2016
|[[Giants and Clowns]]
|[[Sigrid]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[Prelude to a Vision]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 10, 2016
|[[RP: Skyhold Meeting]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Miles]], [[Sora]], [[Shaoqing]]
|-
|July 11, 2016
|[[The No Good Oxleys Horrible Secret Anniversary Party for Sandy and Myrana]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Jareth]], [[Kravar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Rhar]], [[Sandy]], [[Serene]], [[Sora]], [[Sorscha]], [[Stirling]], [[Svarshan]], [[Velothin]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 12, 2016
|[[RP: Chatting]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Aldean]], [[Esmaudalein]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Take me to the river]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Fiore]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 14, 2016
|[[MAYHEM!!!]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]],[[Jacob]],[[Lahar]],[[Munch]],[[Smythly]],[[Yelrona]],[[Myrana]],[[Sorscha]],[[Miles]],[[Alba]],[[Tatyannah]]
|-
|
|[[Metal duckie, you're the one...]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Sorscha]],[[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 15, 2016
|[[RP: At the SOUTH Bridge]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Karuda]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Union of the snake is on the climb|RP: At the NORTH Bridge]]
|[[Aya]] [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Salerik]] [[Setiawan|Setiawan in disguise]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Air Station]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|July 17, 2016
|[[Hare today...]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Aya]], [[Durrankar]], [[Iadoth]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[...gone tomorrow.]]
|[[Aya]], [[Muriel]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 18, 2016
|[[Intensive Care Unit]]
|[[Sorscha]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Ain't no thing like me, except me.]]
|[[Blauensturm]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|July 25, 2016
|[[RP: A History Lesson]]
|[[Verna]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Myaris]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Playing in the Park]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Sorscha]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 26, 2016
|[[RP: Junk and Dreams]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|July 17, 2016
|[[Starving Artists]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Munch]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 28, 2016
|[[Of Freedom and Teamwork]]
|[[Lucy]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]], [[Charlotte]]
|-
|
|[[Elvensong or Lionel Ritchie]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|July 29, 2016
|[[Snowcone]]
|[[Hun'rar]], [[Krom]], [[Fazahd]], [[Aya]], [[Sorcha]]
|-
|July 30, 2016
|[[Another One Bites the Bone Dust]]
|[[Carwyn]], [[Safiya]], [[Ashelia]], [[Alik]], [[Celeste]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|}

===August===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 3, 2016
|[[PRP: Jewel Hunt]]
|[[Alik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Thistle]], [[Landau]]
|-
|August 6, 2016
|[[PRP: Cattle Raid!]]
|[[Miles]], [[Sasha]], [[Velothin]], [[Hildr]]
|-
|August 7, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Free Riverside Cafe]]
|[[Aya]], [[Amythyst]], [[Sandy]], [[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Jacob]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|August 8, 2016
|[[RP: Urban Jungle]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Taer]], [[Aya]]
|-
|August 9, 2016
|[[PRP: The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing]]
|[[Alik]], [[Hun'rar]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Safiya]]
|-
|August 9, 2016
|[[Fey Ring]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Iadoth]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 10, 2016
|[[Noodle Soup]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|August 17, 2016
|[[RP: Of Card Sharks & Oruchs]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[A Ranger Caught Off His Guard?]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 18, 2016
|[[PrP: The 'Orse Fieve]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Aya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Munch]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|August 19, 2016
|[[Zenia Meets Ga'Elian]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Zenia]]
|-
|August 22, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Lamplighting Ceremony]]
|[[Aya]], [[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|August 24, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Bridge Cleaning]]
|[[Raniq|Ranik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 25, 2016
|[[RP-Learning Fiend Lore]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Halena]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 27, 2016
|[[RP-Baldrick Tells Ga'Elian of a Demon Attack]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]], [[Baldrick]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|
|[[RP-Monastic Archives]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jacob]]
|-
|August 29, 2016
|[[RP-A Neighborly Question]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[RP-Hun'rar & Ga'Elian Meet]]
|[[Hun'rar]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|August 30, 2016
|[[RP-A Pleasant Day]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup: Blood Calls From Within|Meetup: Blood Within]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Durrankar]], [[Svarshan]]
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2016
|[[RP-Dropping In & Calzones]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Khogh Dorahl]]
|-
|September 1, 2016
|[[Ox Dwarves]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Jokul]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sandy]], [[Yelrona]], [[Dubtle]], [[Khogh Dorahl]], [[Gimring]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|September 2, 2016
|[[Steamcart Meet]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Munch]], [[Aria]]
|-
|September 3, 2016
|[[Blood Within: Part 2]]
|[[Uneth]], [[Sebropert]], [[Durrankar]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|September 6, 2016
|[[Fix Ox]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Myrana]], [[Ga'Elian]], [[Bors]]
|-
|September 6, 2016
|[[Ox Effort]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jenner]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 8, 2016
|[[PrP: Noises from the Felwood]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]] (emitter), and as players: [[Halena]], [[Raethon]], [[Jokul]], and [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[A Warlords Revenge|A Warlord's Revenge]]
|[[Alik]], [[Aria]], [[Dubtle]], [[Ganbaatar]], [[Gimring]], [[Hildr]]
|-
|September 11, 2016
|[[Magus Point]]
|[[Verna]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Svarshan]], [[Raethon]], [[Pelka]], [[Myrana]], [[Jokul]], [[Jacob]], [[Fazahd]], [[Alik]], [[Aldean]], [[Alba]]
|-
|September 12, 2016
|[[PrP: Harpy Arpee]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Jokul]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Flightwright's Theatre]]
|[[Esmaudalein]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|September 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Hooks in Me Hooks in You II]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Alik]], [[Fazahd]], [[Raethon]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|September 17, 2016
|[[RP: Jake Recounts a Demon Fight]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|September 19, 2016
|[[RP: Recruited]]
|[[Fazahd]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
| September 20, 2016
|[[Break the Assault!!!]]
|[[Raethon]] (As Plotrunner), [[Fazahd]], [[Alik]], [[Ahmos]]
|-
|
|[[SS: Around the Fire]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Charis]], [[Sebropert]], [[Svarshan]], [[Uneth]], [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|September 21, 2016
|[[PrP: Creak Crash]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]] (emitter), and as players: [[Blauensturm]], [[Alik]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: S-Dran-dead Again]]
|[[Iadoth]] (runner); [[Jokul]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|September 22, 2016
|[[Plaza Muffins]]
|[[Kerbasi]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jokul]], [[Diemma]], [[Arisha]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|September 23, 2016 (+sotd Day!)
|[[RP: Delving Down]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]]
|-
|
|[[RP:_Ga'Elian Gets Duped]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aldean]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|September 25, 2016
|[[PrP: Spider Pass]]
|[[Aria]], [[Astraea]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|
|[[MEETUP: CRAFT FAIR]]
|[[Alik]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 26, 2016
|[[RP: Sparring & an Offer]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]]
|-
|September 27, 2016
|[[PrP: Seal the Northern Gate]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Astraea]], [[Jokul]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Campfire Chat]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Astraea]], [[Sorscha]]
|-
|September 29, 2016
|[[RP: Duped AGAIN!]]
|[[Sora]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|September 30, 2016
|[[RP: TGI Fly-day]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Jacob]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup:Revels Parade]]
|(''various'')
|-
|}

===October===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 2, 2016
|[[The Door Beneath]]
|[[Aria]], [[Sasha]], [[Striglegoff]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|October 4, 2016
|[[PrP: Seal the Eastern Gate]]
|run by [[Raethon]]; players: [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Alik]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Zahara]]
|-
|October 7, 2016
|[[RP: Mischief and Paperwork]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]], [[Mel]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Rona Psychoanalyzes Elian]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Aya]], [[Fazahd]], [[Ashira]], [[Astaren]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Murder on the Arborveil Express]]
|[[Zahara]], [[Fazahd]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Tend to your knitting]]
|[[Yelrona]], [[Arisha]], [[Astaren]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|October 11, 2016
|[[RP: Ominous Tunnel]]
|[[Alik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[RP: What's Wrong at Home?]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|October 12, 2016
|[[MEETUP: Artificer Open House]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Alik]], [[Astaren]], [[Blauensturm]], [[Stirling]], [[Striglegoff]]
|-
|October 14, 2016
|[[RP: Chaaor in the Felwood]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Ealian]], [[Yelrona]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[DEMILICH INSIDE]]
|(Whirlpool) [[Alik]], [[Astaren]], [[Autumn]], [[Durrankar]], [[Heinrich]], [[Malorn]], [[Miruan]], [[Uneth]]
|-
|October 16, 2016
|[[PRP: Between a Roc and a Hard Place, Part 1]]
|run by [[Zahara]];[[Donna]], [[Astraea]], [[Karuda]], [[Rassata]]
|-
|October 18, 2016
|[[A Gathering at the Grove]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Belladona]], [[Fazahd]], [[Arisha]]
|-
|October 20, 2016
|[[Erithamiel's Introduction]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]]
|-
|
|[[Hunters Gathering|Meetup: Hunter's Gathering]]
|(''various'')
|-
|October 24, 2016
|[[PrP: A Grim Hunt]]
|run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]. Players: [[Arisha]], [[Astraea]], [[Erakirak]], [[Taishi]]
|-
|October 25, 2016
|[[RP: Of Clothing & Food]]
|[[Heinrich]], [[Astaren]]
|}

===November===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1 2016
|[[Rune Defense ONE MORE TIME!]]
| Run by: [[Arynel]]. Defenders: [[Devola]], [[Sora]], [[Eilrie]], [[Astaren]], [[Erakirak]]
|-
|November 2 2016
|[[Plaza Peace in Pieces]]
| Run by: [[Rassata]]. Players: [[Duthei]], [[Devola]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[RP – Ominous Tunnel Part 2]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga’Elian]], [[Alik]]
|-
|November 6, 2016
|[[RP: Spooked Horses & Sigil Trial]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|November 7, 2016
|[[RP: Apprentice Advice]]
|[[Aya]], [[Devola]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Yelrona]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Troubles in Marburg]]
|[[Devola]], [[Erakirak]], [[Duthei]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Sasha]], [[Zant]]
|-
|November 8, 2016
|[[RP: Frankie the Exile]]
|[[Roselle]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Devola]], [[Selia]], [[Fiore]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Bumpkin at the Bar]]
|[[Roselle]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Duthei]]
|-
|
|[[PRP: Mysteries in Marburg]]
|[[Devola]], [[Erakirak]], [[Hun'rar']], [[Arisha]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|November 15, 2016
|[[RP: The Hunter's Report]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Elian Engages Aria to Craft Boots]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aria]]
|-
|November 17, 2016
|[[RP: Union Letter and Un'eth's Offspring]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[Memory of Hyraxis]]
|[[Lilyth]], [[Iuitl]], [[Durrankar]], [[Ssylrath]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|November 19, 2016
|[[Dran and Rune Conflict End]]
|Lots of people!
|-
|November 20, 2016
|[[Not a Sewer Run]]
|[[Zant]], [[Arynel]], [[Sebropert]], [[Devola]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Craps]]
|[[Heinrich]], [[Kai]]
|-
|November 21, 2016
|[[PrP: Wight-out]]
|Emitted by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elan]]. Players: [[Andrion]], [[Astaren]], [[Bitr]], [[Jessa]], [[Kai]], & [[Kira]]
|-
|November 23, 2016
|[[RP: A Fireside Chat]]
|[[Nicolai]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[Not so Conjugal Visit]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Svarshan]], [[Durrankar]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|November 26, 2016
|[[PRP: And you shall Rest in peace.....]]
|Run by: [[Arynel]], In plot: [[Jokul]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
|-
|November 27, 2016
|[[Planning Against SulTek|Planning Against Sul'Tek]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Garrin]], [[Un'eth]], [[Svarshan]], [[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Crypt of the Necro.....WHAT!?]]
|Run by: [[Arynel]], In Plot: [[Zant]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], [[Astaren]]
|-
|November 28, 2016
|[[PrP: When Pigs Fly...]]
|Run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], Players: [[Alik]], [[Bitr]], [[Raethon]], & [[Selerik]]
|-
|November 28, 2016
|[[PrP: The cult of Su'Tek]]
|[[Ga'Elian Farvanilas|Ga'Elian]],[[Svarshan]],[[Elisabeth]],[[Lysa]],[[Roselle]],[[Garrin]]
|-
|November 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Keep HYDRAted]]
|Run by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], Players: [[Selerik]], [[Pelka]], & [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
|-
|
|[[RP: Barbecued Bunny]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]], [[Astaren]]
|}

===December===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1, 2016
|[[RP: asking about an expedition]]
|[[Jokul]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]]
|}

Astaren

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Character Pages

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Astaren:

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[[Category:Player]]

==A==
* [[Aasir]]
* [[Abrahil]]
* [[Aenyn]]
* [[Aegremar]]
* [[Agril]]
* [[Albain de Corveaux]]
* [[Alik]]
* [[Amara]]
* [[Amira|Amir'a al'Jarim]]
* [[Amithil]]
* [[Ansrir]]
* [[Arafel Gemlord]]
* [[Alba]]
* [[Aldean]]
* [[Arnora|Arnora Stonesmasher]]
* [[Aria]]
* [[Arisha]]
* [[Arithand'ruil Thal'lassar'van]]
* [[Arynel]]
* [[Astaren]]
* [[Astraea]]
* [[Auk]]
* [[Aurala]]
* [[Azog]]
* [[Abigail]]

==B==
* [[Bashkim|Bashkim Sylaj]]
* [[Bennet]]
* [[Benthus]]
* [[Bor]]
* [[Boshter]]

==C==
* [[Carwyn]]
* [[Cesran]]
* [[Charlotte]]
* [[Colrick Voss]]
* [[Coldan]]
* [[Constantin]]
* [[Craft]]
* [[Crow]]
* [[Charis]]
* [[Cassandra]]

==D==
* [[Declan|Declan Hollis]]
* [[Devola]]
* [[Diemma|Sister Diemma]]
* [[Drok'thar]]
* [[Duncan]]
* [[Durrankar]]
* [[Dylan]]
* [[Dhanae]]

==E==
* [[Edgard|Sir Edgard de Lecadre]]
* [[Edmee|Edmee Sulwen]]
* [[Elessa]]
* [[Eliathitae]]
* [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte]]
* [[Evangeline]]
* [[Ethel]]

==F==
* [[Faiza]]
* [[Fiona]]
* [[Fiore]]
* [[Fishbelly]]
* [[Folkmar]]
* [[Ferawyn]]
* [[Fayde]]

==G==
* [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas]]
* [[Ganbaatar]]
* [[Garak]]
* [[Garrin]]
* [[Gimring]]
* [[Godwyn Sylvan]]

==H==
* [[Haggerty]]

==I==
* [[Iadoth]]
* [[Ionus]]
* [[Iuitl]]

==J==
* [[Jahnavi]]
* [[Jareth]]
* [[Jessa]]
* [[Jian]]
* [[Jibbom]]
* [[Jessamy]]

==K==
* [[Kai]]
* [[Kailin]]
* [[Kaliara|Kaliara Sein]]
* [[Karelin Andarin]]
* [[Kerbasi]]
* [[Kilian]]
* [[Kirran]]
* [[Kojot|Kojot Wydmy]]
* [[Koszhey Urvald Malinovyi]]
* [[Kravar]]
* [[Krom]]
* [[Kuumvu]]
* [[Kyra Smith]]
* [[Katyana]]

==L==
* [[Ladislaus]]
* [[Landau]]
* [[Larron]]
* [[Lash]]
* [[Latenat]]
* [[Leilani]]
* [[Leisel]]
* [[Lelian]]
* [[Lenore]]
* [[Lesmae]]
* [[Lilyth]]
* [[Lithuin]]
* [[Lunair]]

==M==
* [[Margaret]]
* [[Marley]]
* [[Matthias Haelker]]
* [[Meihui]]
* [[Mikilos]]
* [[Miles]]
* [[Millicent]]
* [[Miruan]]
* [[Mogrinaar]]
* [[Munch]]
* [[Myaris]]
* [[Myrana Jn'Rajh]]

==N==
* [[Nadara]]
* [[Nako]]
* [[Nerm]]
* [[Nysalia]]
* [[Nicolai]]

==O==
* [[Oates|Jack Oates]]
* [[Oliver]]
* [[Omah]]
* [[Ormarr]]

==P==
* [[Pallas]]
* [[Pendleton]]
* [[Pelka]]

==Q==
*[[Quixote]]

==R==
* [[Ralickwort]]
* [[Raethon]]
* [[Raniq]]
* [[Rassata]]
* [[Redmane]]
* [[Rhodes]]
* [[Roland]]
* [[Rogun]]
* [[Rayne]]
* [[Renfrey]]
* [[Rakim]]
* [[Rhar]]

==S==
* [[Lady Sandiel]]
* [[Sasha]]
* [[Savengriff]]
* [[Sebropert]]
* [[Selia]]
* [[Hailee Serene Tigriil]]
* [[Setiawan|Setiawan 'Seti' Bambangputra]]
* [[Shaoqing]]
* [[Shyntae]]
* [[Silmeria]]
* [[Solace]]
* [[Sophia Lightbringer]]
* [[Spike]]
* [[Ssylrath]]
* [[Stjepan]]
* [[Stirling]]
* [[Svarshan]]
* [[Symar]]

==T==
* [[Tak]]
* [[Takiyah|Takiyah Tinkerfist]]
* [[Tea'andra]]
* [[Thaim]]
* [[Thistle]]
* [[Thyrson]]
* [[Tija Woari]]
* [[Tsarra]]
* [[Tsunetomo]]
* [[Tatyannah]]
* [[Torgrim Stonehelm]]

==U==

==V==
* [[Vasya]]
* [[Vekson]]
* [[Velothin]]
* [[Vennan|Vennan Hartose]]
* [[Vroole]]
* [[Vuk]]
* [[Verna]]
* [[Virton]]

==X==
* [[Xiuhcoatl]]

==Y==
* [[Younger, Bruce The|Bruce the Younger]]
* [[Yngvild]]
* [[Yelrona]]

==Z==
* [[Zahara]]
* [[Zalara]]
* [[Zaxx]]
* [[Zenia|Zenia Petroni]]
* [[Zippo]]
*[[Zoob]]

[[Category:Community]]

Not so Conjugal Visit

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Astaren:

[[Category:Logs]]

[[Category:Mar'Tek Sarka'Mon Story]]

The prison is much like those who were here before saw it. 200 feet wide and circular. There are five entrances, you all come in from the southeast through the hall of black stone that absorbes light. Four doors in each of the directions of north, south, east, and west can be seen with plaques above them. In the center of the room sitting in a 30ft circular cage is a pit fiend, playing solitar with a deck of cards suited for a creature of medium size.

Ga'Elian walks into the area, carrying an ordinary torch and says, "Here it is. This is Mar'Tek's cage." showing the way in.

Svarshan plays a role, tonight. The magic of alter self gives him a human form, and his armor has adjusted to become something darker, with occasional dips and spikes. The suggestions of an artifice design appear here and there. The slant to his eyes lend him Charn's ancestry. As he enters, his face appears to shift, as though an illusion were falling away. The hat of disguise's magic flickers and fades. "Underneath," his Charn ancestry appears yet more pronounced, the armor slightly more twisted, as though he'd been hiding it from the Alexandrians. "This is the Lord's servant?" he asks. "The one the imposter seeks to steal?" he asks.

Ga'Elian nods. "That's right... sir. I had words with 'im last night. He's a wily one, he is."
Mar'Tek glancing up from his game of solitar, "That was a quick return. Did you bring any new games? I am inventing new games of solitair, I can show you some if you wish? Amazing what you can do with cards." the devil offers in common. Then narrows his eyes at Svarshan, "You can drop the disguises, I can see through them. A blessing and a curse I suppose that." Scowling a moment and then reaching to pick up a dire pig that starts to squeel, "you left this here bow man who has no honor. He wondered into my cage, I kept him here on this plane."

"Your kind don't always possess that." Svarshan drops the disguise, and looks towards the demon. Something flickers in the back of his eyes, and he slides a look towards Ga'Elian before looking towards the rest of the room, looking for symbols, marks. Then towards the demon, himself.

Durrankar walks his way into the area and yawns mightily. 'greetings, Brightscale.' Calls Durrankar's staff to Svarshan as he drops the disguise. "I guess he actually went up to get you, Brightscale...."

Ga'Elian nods, extinguishes his torch, and lays it on the floor next to the doorway by which everybody entered. To Durrankar he says, "That's right." He sneers at the devil but answers him nothing.

Mar'Tek rolls his eyes, "And most of my kind is not known to be cursed with Truth. I cannot lie, but as a trade off I can see through all deceptions. Has its moments, but that is a lot of the reason I am down here." Grinning a toothy grin, "A devil that cannot lie, an irony. If I ever get my claws on the fiend that did this.."
Durrankar says, "A devil that tells the truth. I cannot think of a better irony." 'Make him put on a blue dress.' Durrankar looks at his staff. "What?" 'Devil in a Blue Dress?' "never heard of it." 'Man you're no fun.'"

"You are probably right," Svarshan says then. "...what do you know about the fiend who. Did thiss?" He looks over to Mar'tek, and then begins a slow walk around the room, reading the plaques. Looking for any marks, symbology left behind that may reveal more of the room's purpose, or words left behind. Mar'Tek is clearly not a usual demon. Did his binders leave clues behind? He looks back at the shaman then, and offers a light flick of the tail in affirmation. "None here are interessted in your essence, by the way."

Mar'Tek glares over to Durrankar, "Bring that staff over here, I will show it a devil in a blue dress. I wonder how many pieces it would look good in." His voice going dark and then glancing to Svarshan, "Humpf, I would hope not. You seem a little to goody goody to want my essence. Would corrupt your mind and twisted to you an archfiend pretty easily." The devil himself has no markings, and the rest of the room has no markings either outside of the plaques written in ancient Silv.

Ga'Elian walks up to about 15 feet from the cage and looks Mar'Tek over, examining what he can see for anything visual that seems to deviate from the strict order of hell making this specimen unique, especially distinguishing oddities, marks in its flesh, and so forth. Not that he would know their significance, but hopefully he could at least detect them.

The devil does indeed have some markings on him, but they are scratched off of his arms leaving only scars and illegable. On his chest a very faint symbol can be seen, a celestial symbol fo Truth.

Durrankar says, "No. As much as you'd like it, I wouldn't give you my staff. That would be like you willingly giving over being a demon.""

Ga'Elian raises his eyebrow, "Some Celestial glyph on his chest. Now if that isn't wierd, I don't know wierd. Then again, that mul sorcerer was speaking Celestial, too."

"Good, but willing to hunt. A demon-blooded ssorcerer wantss your essence." Svarshan turns from the ancient plaques, and looks back to the demon. "And you want him dead. If you live, you would have a. Chansse to gain your freedom. Perhapss not today, or tomorrow. And perhapss, when you do, we will all meet on a field of. Honorable combat, as the twin brotherss, themselvess." He comes to a halt. "I ssee them."

Ga'Elian says, "The sorcerer and this being both seem to claim that they are father and son."

Mar'Tek scowls, "I am a creature of evil, yet you would offer me a most interesting thing. Freedom, my alligences to the hells has long been past since they turned their backs on me. Interesting, though if you really want to earn my favor, bring me a new game. Cards get old after a few centuries, and it has been milenia." Mar'tek glancing to Ga'Elian, "Su'tek, my fifth son, the youngest and perhaps the most evil. His loyalty falls to himself, at least it did. Careful with him, the blood of devils runs strong in his veins." The devil grinning, "Quiet proud, but he needs to die."

Svarshan tilts his head, and opens his muzzle, draws air across the tongue and old senses. "Hell issn't known for itss loyalty, no," he agrees in the meantime, after a look towards Ga'elian, and back to the demon. "And you have gotten rid of your old markss?"

Ga'Elian listens and thinks for a moment. "Well, I don't know. All this discussion of shoulds and needs is beyond my wisdom. I certainly mourn the treachery of the Mul'niessa, and abhor the intrusion of hellspawn into the circles of Ea, but strong as the Huntress and her holy brother the Hunter are in my heart, my wits are adequate only to tell me this is a bigger problem than I can solve.

Mar'Tek reaches over and pets the dire ram, which is clearly scared but doesn't run a way either. Some black silver lines seen running through it. "Good and evil, black and white, red and blue, people always look at the world so narrowly." The devil offers and suddenly crashes against the cage wall shaking the cave, but not damaging anything, "You will find my wraith against those who imprisoned me knows no bounds. I will cast them down and destroy all they have built and I will feast on their corpses for a thousand days while their minions piss and shit on them. Then I will carve my own markings, and I will lead my own legions. We do not need to be enemies here, I am what I am. Celestials have fallen, and I am considering I may need to find allies I can trust more."

Durrankar ponders something. "Brightscale. I have an interesting proposition....for the devil."

Svarshan flicks his tail in an affirmative gesture, behind him, then looks towards the shaman.

Durrankar says, "The premise is simple.....you shall know and bring your wrath to the demons that you showed loyalty to in the past.....and those that have summoned them." He speaks, of course, of the summoner that has been assaulting Alexandria secretly, Asumit (I think). "And....as for allies you can trust more.....you're...on the wrong end of the good/evil spectrum to be talking about trust.""

"Give me a reason to change?" Mar'Tek offers and shakes his head, 'Not that I want to." The honesty is truly a duel edged sword with the devil, "Yet your offer intrigues me. You would set me free so I can seek my vengence, of that I can agree. There is no need for alliances, let me seek what I want, and you get something in the end as well do you not?" A glance to Svarshan, "What say you good goody?"

Durrankar says, "Let me rephrase....you wouldn't be set free. We do have need of your ability to see through disguises, and even be able to root out devils and demons. Unfortunately, Setting you free is not something I am prepared to do, especially with what you /COULD/ do.....Unless you'd rather be sent back to the hells where you came from.""

Svarshan looks towards his shaman a long while. Then, back towards the devil. "You want out. I ssuspect, given time, you would find your way," he says wryly. "But at the moment, you have everything to gain from the. Death of your sson. At the moment, he iss a contender for power and. Amassess his cult. He ssolidifiess his deal with the nagan tribess. He would ssteal your essence and cut. Your chansse for revenge."

"...there iss no need to deal, and you know. I cannot. My only offer iss the death of your enemy and with your truth, the downfall of hiss empire. That iss ssweet enough." He believes they have the cards. The demon is playing solitaire.

Mar'Tek offers a rueful smile, "Death and return to my plane would be enough for me. This prison wears on me." A glance to Svarshan, "The child you can take care of on you own as you desire, but know this in setting me free you wil have set loose a force on the pits that will wreck hell, pun intended. This will throw your enemies into chaos as they have to deal with me and any loyal minions I have left. I do not need freedom here, only freedom."

"And when you find a way to attain it, I will meet you in battle," Svarshan says, regarding the devil evenly. "As the brotherss battle, sso will we. But now iss not that. Time."

Durrankar has to sit and think about this for a little while. "Sadly....I do not trust you enough to set you free....."

The devil then lets out a laugh, "As well, I was willing to give you a chance, to see if good belived in redeeming evil or not. So I will tell you now, you do not hold all the cards. There are at least three cards in play, and I hold two of them." The devil grinning, "I have been here so long life and death no longer matter, if freedom is not a option then death is. Su'Tek, has already been here." Pausing a moment to let that sink in. "The bone devils were his minions, here to keep watch and keep outsiders away. While he collected the items needed to break the elemental seals. So you see, if I die and go back to my realm, I win. If he frees me and takes my power and consumes my eistance, I win. You hold one card, I am still imprisoned. So you should scurry and stop my son before he wins." The devil leaning back and grinning, "Cause there is a forth card, and that card greatly favors me."

Durrankar says, "that explains a lot then. So while we were waiting here, his plans are still in motion....""

"Devilss are crafted from the mosst corrupt of ssouls, sshaman. Rapissts, murdererss. Child molesstors. They are made, and not born, or we could assk for Althea'ss grace." Svarshan says, evenly. "Esscept the magic of thiss world markss them by their actionss, and ressponds to who they truly. Are."

"There iss no gray, not in thiss world, and redemption of-one iss in the power of only godss, and their mosst powerful sservantss, to grant. It iss not available to mortals, and our kind, not for one who wass crafted to hiss depth. He assks for the impossible, and triess to sshame uss with it." And if they set him loose, one of the first he would go after would be the servant of good who bound him here.

It would be as signing a death warrent. He turns back to his tribekin, "I ssuggesst we ssketch him to memory, and learn what we can here. If there are boness, collect them. There are magicss that will bypass what he will not ssay. ..." Nor would he trust a thousand and more year old pit fiend if he did.

Durrankar says, "Mmmmm......Your words ring true, Brightscale." it's clear the shaman looks up to Svarshan in many ways...."

Mar'Tek continues to pet his dire ram thoughtfully, "There is truth in what you say, but all those souls redemption can be had. Close your eyes to the possibility, and it will never happen. By that same logic, it would be impossible for a celestial to fall, yet they do, have, and will again." Mar'Tek leans back against the bars on the far side of the cage, "A few milenia in a cage gives even one such as me time to think." A lick of his lips, "But as yous aid, beyond your means, and beyond their interest. Black and white, black and white." Turning back to his cards he continues his game of solitar.

"That's not actually accurate." Fazahd appears at the mouth of one of the doorways, hands behind his back. "Redemption is...not ours to grant, Great Paladin, but it /is/ something that can be earned." The Enginebreaker sounds...well. Priestly. "Good evening, Mar'Tek Sarka'mon. You have visitors, I see." A beat. "Have you told them? About the choice that lies before you?" If he is bothered by the crashing about, he gives no sign.

Mar'Tek, "Not directly no, but they understand. They have not done well in giving me reasons to change my ways. I even delayed in telling them I have all but assured my own freedom, giving them a chance to offer it to me." The devil offering a rueful smile, "Goody goodies, they never change. As blind as they were centuries ago, and perhaps more blind today."

"Good iss the harder choice," Svarshan says with regret. "Ssa. Your redemption would require a divine's work."

"Elementally opposed," Fazahd points out. "And you aren't exactly giving anyone evidence that you want to change, talking like that." With this said, he looks to Svarshan. "This isn't a matter of good or evil, Svarshan. This is a matter of order for the sake of oppression, or order for the sake of order. This fellow was a warlord. I see in him the makings of a judge." He looks sharply back to Mar'Tek. "A good judge requires neutrality and temperance in -all- things, Mar'Tek. You cannot simply go about raining fire on your enemies for doing you wrong. There are laws everywhere, as you well know. Mortal law, Infernal law, Divine law. -Cosmic- law. It is the balance of the latter upon which you stand. The choice to make isn't ours, it is yours. Here, in this cage of yours."

"Actually, Fazahd...." Durrankar starts to speak. "The sigil upon his chest is the celestial symbol 'Truth'. He cannot lie....and he cannot scratch the sigil off....as much as he wants to. Someone wanted him to stay here.....and not lie."

"He can sspeak what he believess to be true," Svarshan says low-voiced. "And earlier he sspoke of world-wide retribution. Do you think he possesses that control after hundreds of yearss here?" he asks Fazahd. He lets go a breath. Or would he with the Book of Darkness itself loose in the world? Oh, never say that out loud. If the devil ever becomes free, he'll find out soon enough.

Mar'Tek offers Fazahd a very blank surprised look, "Huh?" Is all the devil can offer and continues to stare at the man, "Me a judge?" clearly confused by that and leans forward a bit, "Your friend there is right though, I cannot change what I am, it is built into me to my very core. It would require divine intervention, something no god of good or neutrality would ever consider. I speak for my own agenda, and my own goals. I have been deeply betrayed by both blood and lord, and cursed to always see the truth and to speak it. I have had centuries to think, and perhaps my perspective has changed. Yet, we all know the moment I get out of here I will go back to the nature that has been given me." The devil leans back, "damnable truth curse." a grin offered to Svarshan, "I think I was explicite in that my enemies would be hunted. That I would have their corpses to feed upon for a thousand days while I have their minions defile it. Rather delectiable."

"So pray for it," Fazahd says simply. "I believe, Mar'Tek, that I still owe you that story. Do you still want to hear it?"
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Mar'Tek, "Shrugs, better then playing another game of cards by myself, tell away."

Sith-makar are not softskin, and the brightscale meets the devil's smile with one of his own. The barest flash of teeth. "And I would meet you on the field, devil, blade to blade, ass in the old dayss," he says, and then the smile slowly loosens. Vanishes. "If you are sserious, demon. I could offer you prayerss. To sspeak with the priessts, but more is beyond what I am able to do."

Mar'Tek, "A part of me longs for a different path, but I know the moment I am free, I will return to that which I once was. Say your prayers, I will not turn them away."

"He must do it himself," says Fazahd. "You know how the gods are, Svarshan. They do not give what is not earned, in some way or another." That said, Fazahd looks up at Mar'Tek and finds a seat on the ground, clanking (clanking??) as he does so. "I was a priest of Reos. I've spent all my young life, until the last few months, serving as a healer and a shield of my faith. But I am a priest no longer. I have changed, you see, from a shield of my faith to a sword of it.

"I am, as you see, human. My name is Fazahd Masterbuilder, however, or as my people call me, Fazahd Bruzagh-Atar. I am Khazad, in that I was adopted by my Khazadi father when I was but an infant. My parents were killed by gnolls, creatures who, interestingly enough, also share your blood to some degree or another. My father is an inheritor of one of the greatest Khazad clans in his race's entire history, but he threw much of that away just to raise me, a human, as his own son. My mother's family, already a lower clan, was pulled down that much more by my inclusion. You know, I think, how stratified the Khazad can be."

Mar'Tek rolls his eyes, "I should introduce you to the politics of the pits. The pits is not all about how many souls did you corrupt today, oh so much more. Do go on, this intrigues me. Mortal politics are a lesson in evil sometimes are they not?"

"I will sspeak with the High Father," the brightscale says. Then looks at Fazahd, just looks at him, and then looks back to the demon.

"Oh, I understand the politics of the pits quite well," Fazahd says mildly. "I have made a deep study of your kind, the stratification of the devils and the demons, the varying forms one takes as one grows greater, etcetera. Really, the politics of the Inferno and the Abyss are no different in basic structure than that of the mortal races - otherwise, how could you bring them down?

"At any rate, I grew up in their shadow. My people, they distrust almost anything that is not of their own flesh and of their own family. I could be one, but I would never be another. Imagine that for a moment, will you? I will die of old age before most of the last four generations of my family, even my honored mother and father. I can take no wife, for no Khazad maid of standing matching my clan's own will marry one who cannot give her children, and even if I could, they too would see their father wither and die before they reached adolescence. I cannot inherit, because I am not Khazad, though that, at least, /might/ change dependingg on my social status. But I could not last in the mines, and I did not have the same connection to the mountain that my adopted kin had from birth. Do you understand that? I did not know the /stone/. I could learn it, I could work it, but I would never /know/ it. I am a dead branch on my family tree just by existing, and by all rights, my death would likely improve the standing of my family just through sheer elevating force of pity.

"So I grew up like this. Mocked, isolated. My father's family would have very little to do with me, and though my mother's family embraced me, they did not understand me. Since we are speaking truth here - you literally cannot lie, after all - I will tell you something that I have never told anyone before in my life: I hated the Khazad for years. I hated all of my people, and I let it fester in me. At one point, when I was a child, I fantasized what my life would be like if I killed my uncles in their beds and ran off to freedom beyond the mountain. I was, as I am still, a creature with a core of white-hot anger burning deep inside my breast. To this day I have a list of people whom I still have a very hard time not counting as enemies. Forgiveness is a daily struggle. And yet that is not the end of this tale."

Fazahd looks at Svarshan, very placidly, before turning back to Mar'Tek.

Mar'Tek listens quietly, his expression quiet and unreadable for a long time, "Hatred begets hatred. Hade you killed them, other would of hunted you,and you would have killed them or they would have killed you. A cycle that is never broken until both sides are dead. A story of why I am here, becuse I killed those I hated." A toothy grin offered, "Anger, hatred, familiar friends, the only friends I had for a very long time. I used to rage against this cage for centuries. If I do get free I will seek my enemies out and destroy them, consuming their corpses. Over time the rage left me and I am left... empty. My hatred and my rage have not freed me." The devil almost sounds confused by that then shrugs as he goes back to listening.

Durrankar says, "To redeem yourself is to act against your very nature. Acting against anger, sorrow, rage.....and instead.....nurture, help something grow....and eventually....blossom into something helpful." He then puffs out a bit of smoke. "Such is the calling of a Shaman. Evil seeks to destroy. Good seeks to redeem. Law and Chaos are divine orders as well. One cannot exist without the other.""

Ga'Elian has been silently observing things for quite a while. He now ventures to say, "I know when your cihuaa underwent her transformation, shaman, that it was most profound and quite an ordeal. For an actual devil to be redeemed, would it require a similar... process?"

"Just so," says Fazahd. "It did indeed leave me empty. I found myself praying out of a lack of anything to do - I became on outstanding smith, I embraced artifice and engineering of all kinds, and for what? What did it do but provide some sliver of external validation? What is killing -anyone- outside of the course of protection or survival but a form of false validation? So I prayed. I prayed to the Father, and then I stopped, since this also seemed a method of external validation, until one day...the Father spoke to me. He instilled within me a new spark, not of anger but the desire to invert all the hate that I had felt within me. I became a creature of law, and my desire to make myself /look/ better, I realized, was in fact a desire to /be/ better. And so I was. I became a priest of the Father, and began to do good works in His name even as I left Ironhold to head toward Alexandria. Indeed, I traveled on foot, taking a year to stop in villages, repair machines, and improve infrastructure as I made my way to the city. Even when I reached Alexandria, I did many things that upset all traditions for the betterment of people. I have built homes, free restaurants for the poor, all of these things. And yet, as I ranged afar on business for the Father, I realized that these things, while satisfying, still did not address the full compass of my nature. I still judged. I still found others unworthy. I chafed under the constrictions of the law, though I followed them to the letter. After four years, however, I found myself praying at night to fill a new emptiness, the one that I realized still lay within me. I was a priest; I did many good things, healed the sick, freed slaves wherever I went. And still....there was something empty within me. I needed purpose. -More- purpose. Purpose that fit the changes that went on within me.

"Which brings me to Versis."

Svarshan looks back towards the demon. "I cannot imagine the sstruggles you went through. The torture, being sskinned alive or held in 'play' while your brotherss acted out their life'ss corruption upon your. Persson." Devils are made from souls unimaginable, after all. "I sspent ssome years there, I know," he says more quietly, as though the words themselves would bring back memories. If he spoke them just an ounce more loudly.

"...but if anything might give you sstrength, it iss that by working with the priessts, we could sstrengthen your mind, and your. Ressolve sso that you could sstride forward and not return onsse you sstep into the world. You ssaid sso yoursself. Onsse you returned, you would become your old ways."

The tail flickers, once. Settles near the feet as a heavy loaf of bread. "Work with the priessts and prayerss to the godss may give you that opportunity. It iss the only chansse you may have to control your life'ss desstiny. You ssaid, Good falls. It iss becausse we have a choisse."

"Evil needss intervention, and then the will of your own action. Evil needss this becausse the moment you fell, your choisse was taken from you, and sshackled to Maugrim'ss coil. You and I know the causse for the sstruggle between brotherss. Sssa. I know it well. I have made you, and yourss. My life'ss work."

"If you would work with uss, and agree to sseek the priessts, then perhapss we can offer you ssomething greater. Choisse."

Mar'Tek sites and listens, petting the Dire Ram in his cage. He sighs softly and reaches up to rub his head, 'Send your priests, send your dictations and words, I will listen. It is better then anything else I was doing." he offers with a heavy sigh, "I grow weary of this confinment, and any chance of freedom I will take." the devil looking tired suddenly his bravado suddenly missing.

Ga'Elian is utterly amazed. He has seen some amazing things, most recently the appearance of Heth himself and the total removal of Rune from the Prime Material Plane, but seeing the scene before his eyes unfold just leaves him... speechless.

"Svarshan speaks to this all too well," says Fazahd with a nod. "I first saw him at Versis, a place where a man named The Binder slew men, women and children to consecrate that town to the Inferno. As a priest, I was there when the collected hosts of Alexandria and Myrrdion sought to purge the taint; gates to the Iron Hells and the Abyss alike opened, and a whole legion of the black powers poured in to murder us all.

"You can imagine me there, a young, minor priest, healing the dying, fighting the monsters with all their strength, all the while tempted at every step by the whispers of Mariliths and other fiends. The Mariliths, I find, tried hardest to try and shake me, even as I climbed on their backs and smashed at them with my hammer. I suspect it's probably because I am a virgin, and they expect that they could use this against me. I managed to escape that, however, and I fought. I fought hard, and I helped slay many, and when I could not slay outright I played misercorde for the fallen monsters just as I did my best to heal those who were being murdered by their fellows. All the while, I thought...I must do more. I must BE more. This is not the path I should have taken, it was not right for me. And as the ritual of purification ended, and the hordes were pushed back, I was...filled with the voice of my god. True voice, mind you, which...well. It nearly destroyed me just to hear. He showed me a vision of this world as a machine with many broken or otherwise corrupted parts, parts that needed mending or outright disposal. And like the engineer I had trained to be, I would do the same for the world. Thus did Father Reos change me, without and within, to be what you see here. I am no priest, not anymore. No longer am I a creature of pure law, either; I am a creature of the balance, just as I saw the balance within you. Just as I see that the evil you might have been is now suspended as you prepare to make your choice. I am an Inquisitor, or as my faith calls it, an Enginebreaker. To know evil, and to purge it, this is my path. This path led me here, to the tunnels beneath Alexandria. This path has led me to you. And that is my story.

"For Svarshan to give you this choice - for he is correct, it is only your own choice that will save you. I want you to know, I witnessed this person ride into the Iron Hells through the portals at Versis to save tormented souls. His very purpose on this world is to destroy demons and devils and all manner of elementally evil creatures. That he stays his hand to let you find redemption? I would take that as a very strong sign that you must do your best to fulfill your true purpose." Fazahd smiles faintly. "And with that, my story is done."

Durrankar lets them talk. he is only a druid....one who watches over the forest.

"I will sspeak with them. I alsso prefer action over wordss," the sith-makar says kindly. He looks around the room, then, his head tilted to the side. "Thiss room can become your monesstary, not your prisson. Until you are ready."

"Pleasse ansswer the quesstions of my sshaman, and the hunterss. They have come a long way to be here." He looks towards Durrankar with fondness, "And they are wisse. The priessts will assk what you have done. Thiss is the firsst. Sstep."

Mar'Tek listens quietly, his complexion and expression not revealing what his thoughts are as he takes it all in. His eyes land on Fazahd for a long moment, "bring me some dice, and we will have further words, on this judge thing." Then he smiles ruefully as he looks to Svarshan, "your priests ears will burn with the atroticities I have commited, and I will speak of them proudly. I hold no shame for my past, and if that is a key piece you will not find it. I hold no guilt for what I have done, but I do know this. Balance does not require guilt or regret, only continuation. I would hear more of what you mean by judge, when you bring some dice." The devil glances to the others, "Answer questions, you need to ask first."

The brightscale's tail settles behind him, but he aloud, says not a thing. Shame, redemption is part of it. But perhaps, it may play out. He turns and grips his shaman's shoulder, sharing words a moment. After that, he will work to examine the room, to find leftover parts, pieces that may be useful.

"To see the future, one must freely admit one's past," Fazahd echoes with a nod. "I will return. I must keep things safe in this place. I hope that my story helped you find clarity, in whichever direction you eventually turn." He rises, always cautious, but much more comfortable than his background would seem to allow. "Good evening."

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