October 25, 2003

Logfile from Malakai

Eclipse puts on his dragon medallion. "When last we left Hell's Errand Children, they had initially failed to murder their nemesis in cold blood and were therefore forced to listen to one last speech before murdering him in cold blood a few seconds later. Meanwhile, Psyche was leading Mereke to a place in Theusleh where she can murder *her* in cold blood, too. The moral of the story is cold-blooded murder is an acceptable means of saving the world. Or something like that..."

Psyche has received your page: "You are now within sight of the rotating walls of Theusleh."

[OOC] Rade says, "......"

Plax pages: "(I take it Plax is starting to feel his vampire-ness go away?)"

Plax has received your page: "Yes. Pose away."

Typheous has lost his link.

[OOC] Rade says, "man :)"

Typheous has connected.

[OOC] Typheous says, "Stupid cable modem"

Psyche pages: "And we've established that I don't know who did it."

[OOC] You say, "The game hasn't begun until I've found a way to summarize the previous session in such a way as to make the PCs look bad..."

Psyche has received your page: "Correct."

Valyros strides forward, her sword at the ready, "Plax, I can't stand seeing this monster live another minute. Please, do the honors."

[OOC] Plax says, "Um, Val? He's already dead."

(remotely) Psyche shrugs, then, and approaches the rotating walls, attempting to decide if it's safe to enter through them.

Rade stares at the torn and bloodied body that once was Caine. Tears seem ready to spring from her eyes.

[OOC] Rade bonks Eclipse.

Plax cringes as Caine dies, dropping his bow now and shivering. He grimances and drops to his knees.

Typheous scowls at the body. "We'll need that..." His thought is cut off, along with a shift in his music as Plax cringes. "What is it?"

[OOC] Valyros says, "Well Clippy said hw was ALMOST dead :P"

Psyche has received your page: "Mereke looks like she is wishing she had two more arms so she could fidget with more knives."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Can I get the openning pose again? I missed it."

Valyros says, "Plax... what's happneing?"

Rade tears her eyes away from Caine's body to look at Plax. Her voice is shakey,"Are...you alright?"

Eclipse puts on his dragon medallion. "When last we left Hell's Errand Children, they had initially failed to murder their nemesis in cold blood and were therefore forced to listen to one last speech before murdering him in cold blood a few seconds later. Meanwhile, Psyche was leading Mereke to a place in Theusleh where she can murder *her* in cold blood, too. The moral of the story is cold-blooded murder is an acceptable means of saving the world. Or something like that..." (repost)

Plax stays silent for a moment, not speaking, before looking up. "That's the magic going away. Restoring my pattern, basically".

(remotely) Psyche keeps one eye on Merekke. "Worry about -why- they're rotating later...for now, we have a job to do."

Typheous cleans his blades on the grass. "Anything we can do?"

Valyros says, "But, you're feeling alright?"

Rade chews her lower lip, watching Plax silently, carefully.

Plax shakes his head. "It's just a painful process, having one's pattern altered, then restored. I'll be fine".

Valyros says, "Good, then you won't mind if I take care of something."

Plax says, "Feel free"

Rade wraps her arms around herself, sighing softly. She doesn't seem at all happy, despite the victory. Keeping half an eye on Plax she turns to watch Valyros. "What are you going to do?"

Typheous sheathes his blades, frowning. "Now to abate the Fae.... And wait." His face and his music speak volumes of how he'd rather do the first than the second.

Valyros cuts off Caine's head, placing it on his chest, then raising her hands over the body, "Flames of purity, please take this accursed being to his just reward."

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 8, 4, 9, 9 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **

Typheous reaches a hand out. "STOP!

[OOC] Rade says, "ewwwww"

Psyche has received your page: "You're now close enough to the walls to notice that they keep changing composition - marble, lead, gold, sandstone, granite, limestone, glass..."

Valyros sets the body ablaze.

Typheous tries to grab Val's shoulder and see if that stops her. "Stop it! We need the body to prove we killed him to the Fae!"

[OOC] Typheous args!

Valyros says, "I'm sorry, but I thought we would want to give him the clean villian's burial."

You say, "As this is the Penumbra - where sentient beings have no place - the body rapidly evaporates into a bank of fog that permeates the land around you. It lacks the thickness of smoke. The fire gutters out as soon as it no longer has fuel - being also anathema to this Realm."

Psyche has received your page: "One of the gates should arrive within the next 10-15 minutes."

Rade's eyes go wider as she watches, shaking her head slowly. "It just doesn't seem right..."

Typheous rolls his eye. "He deserves to have vultures piss on him for all I care. Dammit. How are we going to convince the Fae, now?"

Valyros sheaths her sword, "By the fact that there are no more Knights about?"

(remotely) Psyche frowns, filing it in the back of her mind to figure out why. She pauses, waiting for a gate, studying the wall, drawing her blade and studying its reflection. (There a way to try and discern the effect on it?)

Psyche has received your page: "Were you using or do you have Prime 1?"

Typheous throws his hands up. "So we're just going to let them gut every man, woman, and child they see to prove they're not Knights? Or do you know something about them we don't? CAn they see the Knights better than we can?"

Psyche pages: "I have, was planning to use."

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (4d10): 7, 7, 4, 5 ** 4 successes (diff 3) **

Plax rises now that he's not twitching. "Also, he had family still, Valyros. A student at the academy, in fact". He looks to Typheous, then to Valyros. "Regardless, I think we should get back to the physical world. And I don't think stepping out here would be a good spot, given that we kind of pulled Caine from here. Better to find somewhere safe".

Valyros says, "It's a better sign that Caine is dead than a head! I could take anybody, mould their face to that of the subject needed and cut it off. Hell, it wouldn't have to be sentient even, I could use a pig's head and convincingly hand it off as Caine!"

Valyros says, "Yes, back to the Academy."

Rade blinks. "We're not going to just....kill...anyone else!"

Psyche has received your page: "It's nothing produced by a mage. Given the chaotic nature of the effect, it might be that the rules of Order have been significantly weakened here."

Valyros says, "No Rade, no. Not unless they try and kill us first."

[OOC] You say, "And when did Caine try to kill one of you, hmm? *smirk*"

Typheous scowls, his music furious. "Fine. Let's go." He stalks off in the direction they had come, toward the Academy he thinks.

[OOC] Typheous says, "Well, it's his fault the Fae are here. "

Psyche pages: "That works."

[OOC] Typheous says, "And they tried to kill us..."

Valyros goes back towards the Academy.

[OOC] Rade says, "nope, that's why it's just wrong :)"

(remotely) Psyche frowns slightly, addressing Mer without looking at her. "It's not a mage effect, if you cared...it seems to be maybe just a manifestation of Chaos."

[OOC] Plax can make a case for him trying to kill Plax.

Rade sighs unhappily, looking one last time at the spot where Caine's body lay, before turning away to follow, a few tears finally falling.

Plax shakes his head and follows.

[OOC] Rade says, "but plax isn't dead, in fact, because of him, plax is still alive :)"

You say, "It takes you about an hour to reach the academy grounds."

Valyros says, "Alright, everybody hold tight."

Typheous walks in silence, music still flaring.

Valyros pages: "Going to take a look at the real world before popping back in."

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 7, 6, 4, 6 ** 4 successes (diff 4) **

Rade manages to compose herself in the time, though staying silent.

Valyros has received your page: "Looks quiet - even abandoned."

Valyros starts chanting, bringing everybody through.

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 4, 1, 10, 6 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered ***

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 4, 9, 7, 7 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 1, 2, 2, 5 ** BOTCH 1 (diff 6) **

Psyche has received your page: "Mereke nods. "Doesn't make it feel any less wrong, believe me.""

[OOC] Eclipse sighs.

[OOC] Valyros says, "Aw crap!"

[OOC] Typheous says, "See. Should have left the body."

You say, "A portal opens up, but instead of the academy being on the other side, you see a heaving mass of decaying, severed heads, which notice the portal and make a b-line for it."

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (1d10): 2 No diff given.

You say, "Two make it through before anyone can react."

Rade screams

(remotely) Psyche shivers slightly. "Well, if it's any comfort to you I don't fucking like it either." She waits in silence.

Head1, "Who's the ugly bitch with the wings? Wanna good time, ugly?"

Head2, "Two swords, eh kiddo? Compensating for something are we?

Valyros says, "Oh shvutza..."

Plax extends his claws and moves quickly in front of Rade to try and protect the obviously scared girl.

Typheous glares daggers at the heads. "Great... What else could go wrong..."

[OOC] You say, "Init?"

[Roll]: Typheous rolled Initiative (5d10): 3, 3, 9, 7, 7 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **

Rade shrinks back, sling appearing in her hand.

[Roll]: Rade rolled Initiative (5d10): 8, 7, 5, 3, 10 ** 4 successes (diff 4) **

[OOC] Rade says, "whoot!"

[Roll]: Plax rolled Initiative (5d10): 9, 5, 8, 4, 8 ** 5 successes (diff 4) **

[Roll]: Valyros rolled dice (7d10): 1, 2, 5, 9, 4, 8, 9 No diff given.

Guest pages: "Can ya name me Tyson? I wanna lurk"

[OOC] Valyros says, "4"

I don't understand that.

Try this instead: @rename guest to Tyson

You don't perceive a "guest" around here.

Guest has received your page: "Can't apparently. We'll know who you are, though."

Guest has arrived.

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (5d10): 2, 4, 1, 8, 4 No diff given.

[OOC] Guest waves "Hullo folks."

[OOC] Valyros says, "Hi."

Eclipse [to Plax]: Go.

[OOC] Plax says, "Do the heads appear aggressive?"

Psyche has received your page: "The gate arrives. It looks to be made of green cheese. There are several bite marks, as well as a man-sized hole that looks like it just gave up existing."

[OOC] You say, "Hard to tell. They mostly seem to be floating around making lewd comments, at the moment..."

[Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 4, 5, 8, 9, 1, 4, 8, 10 No diff given.

[OOC] Guest laughs "Demi Plane of Gruss?"

(remotely) Psyche braces herself and treats it like an ordinary gate, attempting to open it.

Plax glances to Valyros. "Close that portal". He has his sword ready, but isn't attacking yet, waiting to see if they're actually aggressive or just annoying (holding action).

[OOC] Valyros says, "Yes, I botched the roll to bring us back."

Psyche has received your page: "You have to jog to keep up with it. Give me a Dex + Athletics, dif 6 to open it as it wanders by."

Eclipse [to Rade]: Go.

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Dexterity (4) and Athletics (0) (4d10): 5, 6, 10, 2 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **

[OOC] Rade says, "hrm"

[Roll]: Rade rolled 1d2: 2; totalling 2.

Rade slips a stone into her sling and hurls it at the nearest head.

[Roll]: Rade rolled Athletics (3) and Dexterity (3) (6d10): 2, 5, 2, 10, 6, 8 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **

You say, "It hits Head 1 in the eye, which promptly falls out. Head 1, "Hey, I only have one eye, now, which means I exist to fuck you, my sumptuous pussy.""

Eclipse [to Valyros]: Go.

[OOC] Rade says, "......"

Valyros takes out her spirituality book and begins chanting to close the portal.

[OOC] Guest says, "One eye? This means he can give head and sing at the same time."

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 9, 4, 5, 4 ** 2 successes (diff 5) **

[OOC] Plax needs to give Rade lessons with a sword or something in the future, I think...

[OOC] Valyros says, "Gathering sucesses."

Plax pages: "Taking my actions here"

[OOC] You say, "Or give head and spout vulgarities at the same time, as seems more likely the case..."

Rade's face goes pale, quickly fitting another stone into her sling.

Eclipse [to Plax]: Taking your action, now?

[OOC] Plax says, "Yes"

Plax notes Rade's attack. Looks like it's fight time. He slashes at Head2 with his sword and claws at Head1 with a claw, trying to smash it into little bits.

Psyche pages: "2 succ. Good enoug?"

Guest pages: "I am the King of the Gremlins, you know. ;)"

[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Melee (3) (7d10): 2, 10, 3, 10, 5, 1, 5 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Brawl (2) (6d10): 8, 3, 5, 5, 10, 1 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[OOC] Plax says, "Quick Reflexes allow a reroll there, Z?"

[OOC] Plax says, "On the 10's, rather"

Psyche has received your page: "You manage to open the gate by virtue of its being too brittle to endure much pressure. Mereke follows you closely, though she stumbles on a lump of gate cheese as she passes through the portal."

[OOC] You say, "Yes."

[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (2d10): 7, 9 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (1d10): 1 ** BOTCH 1 (diff 6) **

[OOC] Plax says, "3, 0"

[OOC] You say, "No defense attempted. Damage?"

[OOC] Plax says, "Base of 6 Agg on the sword, and I take it miss with the claw."

(remotely) Psyche moves, instinctively, to try to keep her from falling.

[OOC] You say, "Head 2 explodes like a water balloon filled with moldy blood, splattering everything. Head 1 checks its movement before flying into your claw. "Hey, buddy, stroke your own talking head!""

Eclipse [to Typheous]: Go.

You say, "Head 2 explodes like a water balloon filled with moldy blood, splattering everything. Head 1 checks its movement before flying into your claw. "Hey, buddy, stroke your own talking head!""

Plax doesn't have any desire for blood anymore, and is displeased.

Typheous draws his blades. "Look, just leave us alone. We only want to go home." His music reaks of irritation. (He's going to ready a counter attack.)

Psyche has received your page: "She recovers quickly and doesn't quite reflexively stab you in the hand with one of her knives, stopping just short of doing so. "Sorry about that," she mutters. The inside of the city doesn't appear to be moving, though the street layout seems to have changed considerably. The roads seem to twist, turn, and end seemingly at random. Mereke, "Can you hear that? Breathing." You can, in fact, hear a sound like snorting breathing seeming to echo from every path leading away from the gate, which seems to have stopped moving the instant you entered the city. Of course, maybe the entire city is spinning, and the Chaos merely eliminates the sensation of movement."

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (1d10): 5 No diff given.

Psyche pages: "(Where exactly am I trying to go?)"

[OOC] Typheous says, "I'm done with my turn :)"

You say, "Five more heads fly through the portal, adding their babble of obcenities to those of Head #1. Head 3, "Hey, who popped a major cherry and didn't invite me?" Head 4, "You wearing any panties under that dress, little whore, or are you dressed to lay?" Head 5, "Allow me to make myself your third nipple, ugly." Head 6 (female), "Let me see if the sword is as good as you advertise, gigilo boy." Head 7 (female), "We both float. Wanna fuck?""

Psyche has received your page: "(the Chamber of Portals is about a quarter mile N-NW of Quentin's house)"

Eclipse [to Plax]: Go.

[OOC] Plax says, "Isn't Rade ahead of me?"

[OOC] You say, "You held your action last turn, true..."

Eclipse [to Rade]: Go.

Rade's fair skin goes even paler, if that's possible, something between a fearful and angry squeek escaping her throat. "Get away!" Her sling whirls.

[Roll]: Rade rolled Athletics (3) and Dexterity (3) (6d10): 1, 7, 10, 5, 10, 6 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **

Guest has received your page: "Not my best work, but fairly entertaining scenario, yes?"

Plax pages: "Splitting dice pools would basically involve splitting my pool in half, rounded down, right? (almost never splits his dice pool, so I want to make sure)"

Guest pages: "Indeed.. A great big one needs to come out and swallow one of the chicks."

Guest pages: "Or just give her a good tounging"

You say, "The stone knocks out Head 1's other eye. "Thanks, darling. How did you know I was getting ill looking at ugly over there? Wanna have post-gift-giving sex? Bend over and let me show you how thankful I am.""

Guest has received your page: "Get out of my head!"

Eclipse [to Valyros]: Go.

(remotely) Psyche draws her hand back, not saying anything about it. "If it hasn't moved...it should be that way." She strikes out.

[OOC] Valyros says, "Continuing to close the portal."

Psyche has received your page: "You quickly realize the whole city is now an enormous labyrinth."

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 6, 2, 2, 2 ** 1 success (diff 5) **

[OOC] Valyros says, "Still saving up."

Eclipse [to Plax]: Correct. Go.

(remotely) Psyche mutters under her breath. "Godsdamnit." She kneels, drawing in the dirt. (Corr 1 let me find the way through?)

Psyche has received your page: "In theory, yes."

Plax frowns and, with a burst a speed, slashes at four of the heads with his sword, intending to keep their numbers down (heads 3-6).

[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (3d10): 10, 9, 7 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 4 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (3d10): 6, 7, 7 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 4 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (3d10): 7, 6, 5 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 3 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (3d10): 5, 1, 10 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[OOC] Plax says, "Base 6 Agg each"

[OOC] Rade says, "man, blowin the willpower"

[OOC] Plax doesn't wanna botch that.

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (4d10): 2, 2, 7, 6 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (4d10): 5, 6, 7, 1 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **

(remotely) Psyche gives it a go.

You say, "Plax takes down 4 of the heads, all of which burst like balloons filled with blood, pus, semen, bile, and other unpleasant bodily fluids. Only Heads 4 and 7 survive the purge. Head 4 sidles up to Rade and tries to look down her blouse, "My eyes will make a pilgrimage, and then you can get on your knees and pray to me." Head 7, "You sure know how to be busy. Wanna meet my beaver?""

Eclipse [to Typheous]: Go.

Psyche has received your page: "You think you've found a path, though you have to cross a rather large clearing with Quentin's mansion at the center of it."

[OOC] Rade says, "...."

Typheous glares, springing at head 4 on Rade.

[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (12d10): 8, 1, 4, 9, 2, 6, 10, 9, 3, 10, 6, 2 ** 4 successes (diff 7) **

[OOC] You say, "No defense. Damage?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "3 Agg."

You say, "Typheous's blade punctures it's skull, and it bursts like a giant zit, spraying him with yellow-green pus."

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (1d10): 7 No diff given.

[OOC] Plax watches the endless wave to Gruses...

(remotely) Psyche strikes out that way. What other choice does she have?

[OOC] Plax says, "wave of"

Typheous winces. "Bastards... Couldn't they die less vulgarly."

Plax says, "Ask yourself how our luck has been and you'll have your answer."

You say, "Six more heads come out of the gate - 5 male and 1 female. The portal suddenly rips a little wider as a head the size of person squeezes through the portal. Big Head, "Hey, hey, hey, it isn't a party until I arrive! Bring on the women. Who wants a tongue massage?""

Eclipse [to Rade]: Go.

[OOC] Rade says, "Oh...my...god..."

[OOC] Guest snickers

Rade stares at the endless waves, squaring her shoulders and setting her feet as she lets another stone fly. "Begone!"

[Roll]: Rade rolled Athletics (3) and Dexterity (3) (6d10): 3, 5, 1, 2, 10, 2 ** 0 successes (diff 6) **

[OOC] Rade says, "whiff!"

Psyche has received your page: "Mereke puts a hand on your arm. Wait a moment. I think I can help here. There might be danger. She concentrates for several seconds and then nods. "Okay." You set out on a trip that is largely uneventful - as uneventful as a trip through an area ravaged by Chaos can be. You just get used to seeing teddy bear picnics, oysters with legs, and Elder Gods, after a while, and these horrors seem not to see either of you as you pass by."

You say, "The stone flies wide."

Eclipse [to Valyros]: Go.

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 1, 9, 10, 6 ** 2 successes (diff 5) **

Valyros crosses her arms as her spell comes to a close, stopping the endless wave of gremlins.

You say, "For those of you who would recognize him, Head 10 is Grus."

(remotely) Psyche murmurs, "I begin to see why they said I'd need you."

[OOC] Plax knows who my next target is.

You say, "The portal closes. Big Head, "Hey! Who virginified the door?""

Psyche has received your page: "Mereke nods, her attention seemingly elsewhere. She fingers her knives nervously."

Eclipse [to Plax]: Go.

Plax spots Grus and takes two hacks at the giant head with his sword.

[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Melee (3) (7d10): 2, 10, 7, 2, 5, 5, 4 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Melee (3) (7d10): 5, 4, 8, 8, 3, 4, 8 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **

[OOC] Guest says, "Head 10? The big head?"

[OOC] You say, "No. Just one of the other random heads, actually."

[OOC] Plax says, "Ahh. Well, let me amend that."

Plax spots Grus and but opts to take two hacks at the giant head with his sword. It's probably the biggest threat, right?

[OOC] You say, "Damage?"

Valyros says, "I did, you got a problem with that?"

[OOC] Plax says, "6 Agg base each"

(remotely) Psyche falls silent again, continuing until something needs her attention or she reaches her destination.

You say, "Plax's sword delivers to sizeable wounds to one of the head's jaws, but it doesn't seem to discourage it. It floats toward Rade. "Hey, hey, hey, what do we have here? Spread 'em, baby. Here I come!" It sticks out its enormous tongue and attempts to stick it down the front of her dress. (defense?)"

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (10d10): 5, 1, 4, 7, 1, 10, 9, 10, 2, 10 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (2d10): 8, 7 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **

[OOC] Psyche says, "OMG, this is the scariest Disney song ever."

[OOC] You say, "What song is that?"

[OOC] Psyche says, "Pink Elephants on Parade."

[OOC] Rade says, "ummm"

[OOC] Typheous says, "Dumbo drinks Absinthe."

[OOC] Rade says, "what kind of defense does a lady have against a giant head trying to stick a tongue down her dress?"

[OOC] You say, "Dodge?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "Dodge? Soak? ;)"

[OOC] Plax says, "Soak could be...unpleasent..."

[OOC] Rade says, "that I can do, soak is what's going to happen to me"

[Roll]: Rade rolled Dodge (2) and Dexterity (3) (5d10): 10, 1, 1, 7, 5 ** 1 success (diff 4) **

[OOC] Rade says, "erm, is diff 4 right, and MAN"

Psyche has received your page: "When you reach Quentin's house, the chaos lessens somewhat, though the place looks like something out of a horror movie, now - broken windows, loose shutters, cobwebs, and zombies, of course. Fortunately, the undead do not seem to be aware of you and you reach the place where the Chamber of Portals is supposed to be."

[OOC] Rade says, "Oh, I just thought I'd share this. If one ever finds themselves in a gas mask and also needing to sneeze...never, no matter what it takes...do so."

You say, "The tongue, um, soaks Rade and swells until it rips the dress down the front from bodice to skirt. There is a chorus of whistles from the male heads."

[OOC] Rade says, "......."

[OOC] Guest cheers and claps.

You say, "Halda bites the tongue, which swiftly retreats. Big Head, "Hey now, bitch. Don't get jealous. There's enough loving here for you, too.""

Eclipse [to Rade]: Go.

Valyros says, "You're mine you bastard!"

Rade freezes, staring at what remains of her dress for a moment, before whimpering and clutching at it, sling falling to the ground as she tries her best to cover herself. Her cheeks war between pale and full out blush. (no combat action)

Eclipse [to Valyros]: Go.

Valyros draws her sword and slices at the head that violated Rade.

[OOC] Psyche says, "You knwo what sucks? Being scrubbed in on a case, holding a retractor, and needing to sneeze."

[Roll]: Valyros rolled dice (8d10): 3, 9, 4, 1, 5, 2, 7, 9 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **

[OOC] You say, "No defense. Damage?"

[OOC] Valyros says, "6 base damage."

[OOC] Rade says, "yeah, that could suck too"

You say, "Val cuts out a nice chunk of rotting flesh from the back of the giant head."

Eclipse [to Plax]: Go.

(remotely) Psyche looks around, trying to get a feel for the place, and what she's going to have to go through after she kills Mer.

Plax glares at the head and moves to block it from advancing while cutting at it twice with his sword.

[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Melee (3) (7d10): 2, 8, 4, 6, 10, 1, 2 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Melee (3) (7d10): 6, 8, 6, 1, 6, 10, 4 ** 4 successes (diff 6) **

[OOC] Plax says, "6 Agg base"

[OOC] Plax says, "Big head, obviously"

You say, "Plax gives the head's nose some creative plastic surgery with his sword."

Psyche has received your page: "The Chamber of Portals seems to be inside this large earthen mound, but no entrances are apparent."

Eclipse [to Typheous]: Go.

Typheous will try to interpose himself between Rade and the big head, shrugging off his cloak. "Take my cloak, Rade. We'll take care of this pervert." His rapier flashes at the big head.

[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (12d10): 6, 1, 5, 2, 10, 5, 1, 8, 9, 8, 5, 8 ** 3 successes (diff 7) **

[OOC] Typheous says, "3 agg base"

(remotely) Psyche circles the mound, studying it, trying to decide how one gets inside. "Any ideas, Mer?"

You say, "Typheous pokes one of it's eyes out, which comes out of its socket and remains stubbornly skewed on the blade like a cherry garnish."

Psyche has received your page: "Mereke frowns and shakes her head."

(remotely) Psyche scans it with Prime, then.

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (4d10): 9, 7, 1, 2 ** 1 success (diff 3) **

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (4d10): 1, 9, 3, 2 ** 1 success (diff 3) **

*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered ***

You say, "The smaller male head swarm around Rade, whistling, shouting obcenities, and bumping against each other as they fight to get a closer look at her more modest bits. The Big Head turns and attempts to coil around Valyros. (defense?)"

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (10d10): 4, 8, 5, 3, 8, 3, 10, 5, 4, 1 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (1d10): 9 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[OOC] Valyros says, "Dodging."

Psyche has received your page: "(I'll hold off on the Madness for the moment.)"

[Roll]: Valyros rolled dice (7d10): 9, 8, 6, 4, 1, 9, 6 No diff given.

[OOC] Valyros says, "4"

You say, "The tongue coils uselessly where Valyros was a moment ago."

Eclipse [to Rade]: Go.

[OOC] You say, "This is like the M:EF equivelent of the tentacle porn monster, isn't it?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "Pretty much. :P"

Rade continues futily to try to cover herself from the heads, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.

[OOC] Rade chills.

[OOC] Rade says, "you just couldn't let the game end without violating Rade, could you?!?!"

[OOC] You say, "She was just an easier target in that dress than Val would have been in her Iron Maiden Plate Armor..."

Eclipse [to Valyros]: Go.

Psyche pages: "Mmm, charming. So do I find anything?"

[OOC] Rade says, "Well it's easier to show off your assets in a cute cotton dress."

Valyros says "I should have slain you when I had the chance!" She raises her sword and tries to chop the head in half.

[Roll]: Valyros rolled dice (8d10): 9, 3, 1, 10, 2, 7, 7, 10 No diff given.

Psyche has received your page: "You sense Spirit at work - seems like a strong ward of some kind."

[OOC] Valyros says, "Iron Maiden!!!!! Excellent! *Air guitar*"

[Roll]: Valyros rolled dice (2d10): 2, 9 No diff given.

[OOC] Valyros says, "5 successes, base damage of 6"

[OOC] You say, "It's even easier to show off your assets in nothing at all... *smirk*"

[OOC] Valyros is in her "Playful Bitch" mode, she won't be in her "Frisky Nymph" until after the world is saved and all... :P

[OOC] Guest says, ""Yes, but this head goes to 11" *hangs head*"

You say, "Valyros's blade lances down from the heavens, cutting the giant head cleanly in half and spraying the whole area in a cloud of normal-sized tongues that writhe and wriggle and try to find their way into warm places."

[OOC] Rade says, "Yes! But no one will come to the buffet if your handin out hotwings at the door!"

Eclipse [to Plax]: Go.

Plax watches the slaying of the giant head and now swoops down at two of the heads harrassing Rade, intending to grab them and crush them in the giant claws.

[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Brawl (2) (6d10): 2, 1, 8, 6, 8, 6 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Brawl (2) (6d10): 1, 2, 7, 1, 6, 10 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[OOC] Plax says, "7L Base"

(remotely) Psyche tries walking over the mound, closing her eyes and feeling along it, etc, etc. As I only have Spirit 1.

You say, "Plax easily pops two more heads, adding foulness to foulness. (7 little ones left)"

Eclipse [to Typheous]: Go.

Valyros just says, "Ew..."

[OOC] Plax thinks we made a mess in the Penumbra...

Psyche has received your page: "It's firmly warded against Spirit magic and intrusion by spirits of any kind."

Typheous snarls at the nearest head. "Val, get us out of here!" If there are any left he slashes at one of them.

[OOC] Rade says, "Man, and I bet all of you wish you had the Great Cleave feat now huh?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "Are there any left?"

Valyros grabs a hold of Rade and starts chanting, reaching her wings out to touch Typheous and Plax, trying to go back to the real world.

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 7, 1, 5, 4 ** 0 successes (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 9, 1, 4, 7 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 4, 1, 5, 8 ** 0 successes (diff 6) **

[OOC] Plax says, "7"

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 4, 7, 2, 6 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **

[OOC] Rade says, "we may be here a while :)"

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 1, 2, 10, 9 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[OOC] Typheous says, "Then I think we need to wait on that Val... Or slow it down."

You say, "Typheous finds it not at all difficult to skewer another head, adding a rotting green olive to the cherry of the giant eyeball."

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 4, 5, 6, 4 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 5, 9, 3, 2 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[OOC] Valyros says, "That should be it."

[OOC] Rade says, "that's only about 7 rounds or so"

You say, "You leave all but one of the remaining 6 heads behind."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Well, I've got to de-skewer."

Grus, "Hey, flyboy. Want another mouthful of yellow snow?"

(remotely) Psyche sits down on top of it. "It's warded against spirits of any kind..." A long pause. "I don't suppose there's anything you can do to make us invisible to the wards..."

Plax makes it a point to ignore Grus.

You say, "Grus seems to have followed you back to the academy. You're just outside the bounds of the Node in the park."

Eclipse [to Typheous]: The green head comes off easily enough, but the eyeball seems thoroughly stuck.

Plax sighs. "Rid of one scum, get another in exchange...".

Rade curls up, holding the remaints of her clothing tightly about her as she shivers. Her cheeks are bright red as she realizes where the group has appeared. "S...someone...."

Psyche has received your page: "Mereke, "Us? Yes. Your magic? No.""

Typheous works on the eye, trying to slide it off. "Didn't you take my cloak, Rade?"

Valyros bends down and wraps her wings about Rade, "Shhh, child, don't worry, you're safe now. Come, my house is not too far away, we can get you some new clothes there, alright?"

[OOC] Rade says, "I took your cloak?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "I shrugged it off at you :) And told you to take it."

[OOC] Rade hrms...... "This is what happens when I get tired."

Plax glances to the others. "Well. I guess the rest is up to Psyche now," he says.

[OOC] Typheous says, "Anything I can do to get this off :)"

Psyche pages: "(I'm really kind of stuck, Clippy, not sure I follow)"

Rade must not have noticed the offer of the cloak in all of the hoopla, hiding behind Valyros' wings. "N...no. I'm sorry Typheous."

[OOC] You say, "You're not going to yank it off, clearly. That's the only means you've attempted thus far..."

Plax takes off his shirt and tosses it towards Rade. "Here, it should be big enough to cover most of you. I'm just going to burn it anyway. Sorry it's a little messy".

Guest pages: "Remembers the Prince's particular brand of goop"

[OOC] Rade says, "wooo! everyone's gettin nekkid!"

Typheous scowls at his blade. "We all need to change. And wash. I need to get this blasted eye off my sword." He'll pull his main gauche and begins cutting off the eye.

"vita" is not the name of any player.

Psyche has received your page: "(It's only a purely physical barrier between yourself and the Chamber. It's just earth, not stone. That help?)"

Valyros says, "Well my house is right over there, you can get freshened up there if you wish..."

Plax nods. "Yes. Cleaning up and finding new clothing is a good idea".

Valyros she points towards the woods, and a quaint little cabin.

Eclipse [to Typheous]: The main gauche gets precisely half an inch more than its width into the eye before it stops cutting, remaining stuck in the eye with the rapier.

Rade takes the shirt, pulling it quickly over herself no matter how dirty it is, she tugs it down to try to cover as much of her legs as it will. Her cheeks take on a perminant flush. "Yes, please...let's hurry."

Psyche pages: "(Yes, thank you.) "

[OOC] Rade says, "...that's no eye...it's a marshmallow..."

[OOC] You say, "Tar baby eyeball?"

(remotely) Psyche sighs, standing up. "Then we make a door...and see if that'll let us through." (Anythign around to dig with?)

Plax looks at Typheous. "Mind if I have a try at roasting the eye?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "That soaks agg it seems..."

Psyche has received your page: "(You can probably find something makeshift or in poor condition, yeah)"

Typheous holds it out from himself. "Go for it."

Psyche pages: "Better than digging with my knife."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Unless my "until end of story" effects have ended."

Plax makes a few hand gestures as he glows slightly with Quintessence and fires a bolt of energy at the eye (burning 2 Quint to drop the diff to 2).

[OOC] You say, "Given that Caine's death was the end of a story, yes, though I didn't remember to remind you until now."

[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (3d10): 2, 6, 4 ** 3 successes (diff 2) **

[OOC] Typheous says, "Me and my big mouth."

[OOC] Psyche says, "The agg is my effect, tho, which is still on, I think?"

Valyros gently picks Rade up in her arms, keeping her nice and snug with her wings until they reach her cabin. Opening the door she turns to the others, "Well it's new, and not much, but I call it my winter cabin. Please make yourselves at home."

[OOC] Psyche isnt' sure how this whole timing thing works.

You say, "The bolt of energy burns the main gauche free and leaves a smoking crater in the eyeball."

[OOC] You say, "It looks like one more bolt like that will free the rapier."

Plax tries again.

[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (3d10): 9, 2, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **

[OOC] Plax says, "1 Quint on lowering diff there"

You say, "The rapier comes free, and the remaining half of the eyeball's mass falls to the ground with a splut."

Plax nods. "There you go. Now, let's go get cleaned up".

Rade lets herself be carried, hands moving occasionally to pull the shirt down again. Her voice is soft as they enter the cabin. "I don't suppose you have anything that might fit me?"

(remotely) Psyche tries to dig herself an entrance, thn.

Typheous cleans the blades on the ground, snarling. "Thank you." His music is going back to being frustrataded.

Psyche has received your page: "(Where are you digging from - top or a side?"

Valyros says, "We can always look..."

Plax heads inside to get cleaned up.

Psyche pages: "Side, first."

Psyche pages: "Cancel that - she'll percuss across the mound first, then take the most likely spot."

Psyche has received your page: "It takes a couple hours, but you and Mereke manage to open a narrow tunnel into a large, dark chamber."

[OOC] You say, "Where are folks headed to get cleaned up? All going to Val's?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "Sure :)"

(remotely) Psyche strikes a torch, unless she knows of a contraindication to doing so, at least long enough to see where she's going.

Typheous heads to Val's to clean up.

[OOC] Plax says, "Yup"

Rade nods gently. "If you have nothing...I'll be alright."

Psyche has received your page: "The Chamber of Portals looks more or less just like that - a round room with a series of archway doors lined up side-to-side all around. Most are closed. A couple show other landscapes, though the images flicker like they are on the surface of a pond viewed from beneath the waves."

Valyros takes Rade up to her bedroom, letting her down and wrapping her up in nice, fluffy black and red covers. "Now let's see if this home came with everything I would ever need." She says as the goes to search through the closets and drawers.

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 5, 6, 4, 9, 4, 8, 9, 4 No diff given.

Typheous will strip to just his pants outside and brush the goop as best he can off of his pants using snow before going in.

Eclipse [to Valyros]: Oddly, it has clothing in Rade's size, including an almost exact replica of her lost dress, though this one is about half an inch lower in the bodice and an inch higher in the skirt.

[OOC] Rade says, "Clippy, it's official, your a perv. :)"

Valyros picks up the replica of Rade's outfit, "Hey look what I found! I have a few other things in here at your size. What would you prefer, black lace or white leather?"

(remotely) Psyche sets the torch down in a corner, swinging her bag down and looking around the room as she kneels beside it, studying the portals. "What a strange place." She tries to palm the blade out of her backpack's pocket.

Plax has less gunk to wipe off, since he gave Rade his shirt, and he retracts his claws, which means two piles of gunk drop from his feet as he hovers. He then goes in to see if there is somewhere he can wash himself off.

Rade blinks, shaking her head and giggling softly. "The dress is more than enough...I don't want to...impose."

(remotely) Plax gives the thought/mood reader that Lyka gave him a look as well.

Psyche has received your page: "Mereke follows, landing gracefully. "Curious indeed." She examines the writing on one of the closed portals. "So, do you know what you have to do, now?" There is a hint of sarcasm in her voice."

Plax has received your page: "Lyka appears to be asleep and dreaming of Red Caps."

Psyche pages: "(I have my blade?)"

Typheous frowns, his music still upset. "I don't suppose you have a tunic and pants I could borrow. Mine are a bit... used."

Valyros hands Rade the dress, "It's no imposition at all Rade. I'm just glad to give these things a purpose, since I know I can't wear them..."

Psyche has received your page: "(Yes)"

Valyros goes back to the closet in search of them.

Plax calls out, "Make that two sets, if you can".

Valyros looks for that as well.

(remotely) Psyche stands, moving over to look at the portal with Mer, as close as she can get. "Yes." And goes for the quick kill, if she can, at the throat.

You say, "Those are there, too, though they have plush animals embroidered on them."

[OOC] You say, "Happy now?"

[OOC] Plax says, "Plax won't care. ;)"

Psyche has received your page: "Dex + Stealth, diff 6"

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Dexterity (4) and Stealth (0) (4d10): 2, 5, 4, 2 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 1 success (diff 6) **

Valyros comes out with various shirts and pants, "Here you go, I believe they're in your size. Man, I'm impressed that Simon knew we'd need these."

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (4d10): 3, 2, 6, 2 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

Typheous takes his set. "Have a place we can change?"

Psyche has received your page: "She turns just in time to see the approaching blade. (Roll the attack.)"

Valyros says, "Of course! You could use the bathroom or the guest bedroom."

Rade finds a place away from prying eyes to slip out of her 'clothes,' clean up, and shimmy into her new dress. She comes back out, chewing her lip as she looks at how it's cut. "It's a bit more...forward...than my last dress." She smiles at Valyros. "Thank you."

[OOC] You say, "Psst! It's Stephen, not Simon..."

Plax heads into the bathroom to change. "Thank you".

Psyche pages: "What's the diff on the blade?"

Psyche has received your page: "Treat it as a dagger. Um...dif 6."

Valyros goes over to Rade, "Your welcome Rade. Aw, you're so cute, my little one," as she comes down and gives Rade a big teary huggle.

Guest has lost its link.

The resolution of Guest fades. With a hiss of static its disconnected body implodes into a single point of light, then blinks out of existence.

[Roll]: Psyche rolled Dexterity (4) and Melee (3) (7d10): 6, 3, 9, 8, 10, 3, 4 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 5 successes (diff 6) **

Guest has arrived.

Typheous takes the guest room along with a large bowl of water. He washes and comes out in the plush-animal outfit, blades and sheathes cleaned and at his sides, looking out of place with his sororiety-sleep over outfit.

[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (6d10): 10, 4, 1, 5, 4, 10 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

[OOC] Psyche says, "That's how it's supposed to work."

Psyche has received your page: "Dagger damage + 3?"

Plax returns as well and looks at Typheous and manages to not laugh, though he's sure he looks just as silly in his new clothing.

[OOC] Plax cheers for Psyche!

Psyche pages: "Dagger is Str, right? 3 +3, then."

[OOC] Psyche eyes Typheous. For a minute, I was envisioning plush-animal outfit as Lain-style.

Rade huggles Valyros back, smiling broadly. "Let's go find the boys..."

Psyche has received your page: "Str + 1, actually, so 7."

[OOC] Psyche says, "Can't you just see it? :)"

Psyche pages: "7 then."

[OOC] Rade says, "I actually keep seeing Jules and Vince at the end of Pulp Fiction :)"

Typheous does drop the blades at the side of the door and sitting down. "Now we wait? Or plan for the Fae."

[OOC] Typheous chuckles. Do I get Lain's Uber Powers?

Valyros stands up and does so. Once finding the boys he says, "I think that could be a new look for you Typheous..."

Plax considers. "Well, I could try and get an updated position on where they are and when, if at all, they're going to be arrive".

[OOC] Plax says, "arriving"

Psyche has received your page: "Mereke clutches her slit throat, eyes wide in shock at this sudden betrayal. She slowly slides down the closed portal behind her, leaving a trail of blood on the bare stone wall."

[OOC] Rade tisks at Val. "Watch Gender." :)

Typheous nods. "We better be prepared... Who knows? Maybe they'll turn around..."

Psyche has received your page: "(Only incap, atm)"

Plax nods and starts clicking his tongue slightly as he focuses on the future.

Valyros says, "Dieties willing..."

Plax pages: "(Time, Corr, Life, Mind scan up to a week in the future, looking for both attacking forces and returning Masters)"

Rade suppresses giggles as she looks at Plax and Typheous, covering her own blush at feeling so exposed. "You're both adorable!"

Halda barks_a_laugh.

Plax glows slightly as well, apparently more willing to spend some of his quintessence reserves now that he doesn't need it to survive.

[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (3d10): 8, 7, 7 ** 3 successes (diff 2) **

[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (3d10): 6, 3, 2 ** 3 successes (diff 2) **

Valyros says, "All men should look as cute as you two. ^_^"

Plax pages: "6 successes there for you"

Typheous has received your page: "(You at Arete 4, now? And how close are you to Cor 4?)"

Typheous rolls his eye at Rade, finally relaxing a bit. "Thank you.... " His music's frustration is lightening some.

(remotely) Psyche brings the blade back, speaking as she moves to finish the job. "We do what we have to, Mer. You understand. I wish it didn't have to be this way." She moves to drive the blade home.

(remotely) Typheous has 9 xp. :(

[Roll]: Psyche rolled Dexterity (4) and Melee (3) (7d10): 5, 1, 4, 10, 2, 5, 10 ** 1 success (diff 6) **

Typheous has received your page: "Had to ask..."

(remotely) Typheous needs... Ummm... 13 more. Unless you want to be dramatic about it.

Psyche pages: "(I would spend WP, but I only have one unspent)"

Valyros says, "Good, so reconisance, or should I break out a nice midnight tea?"

Psyche has received your page: "As the blade slams home, the weapon melts in your hand, filling the air with the scent of scorched flesh (agg 1). All around you, the stone of the closed portals begins to ripple and clarify."

Rade sits carefully on a sofa, quickly crossing her legs. "Should we check on the townspeople? And the students?"

Typheous smiles up at Val. "Tea would be nice. And we should..." His voice is growing more distant as he calms down and starts focusing on the fact that Psyche is off with a Psychotic.

Plax has received your page: "No sign of the Masters. What's messed up, though, is you can't seem to see anything beyond Wyzdin and the academy after sunset, tonight. It's almost as if the rest of the world has ceased to exist."

Valyros says, "So, no time as the present, shall we be off?"

Plax blinks. "Things must be in a...state of change. I can't see the masters still, but I can't see beyond the academy and Wyzdin after sunset tonight. I think the outcome of events with Psyche and Mereke have yet to be decided".

(remotely) Psyche drops the blade as it melts, pulling her hand back, looking around her at the portals to see what's happening. (the link's completely blocked, so T doesn't know she's been hurt, right?)

Psyche has received your page: "(Correct)"

Plax says, "It's as though, well, the world doesn't exist anymore, in my scanning, though that's a foolish thought rationally."

Rade's smile drops slightly. She nods at Valyros. "I think we should...maybe there's someway we can help Psyche too..."

Valyros says, "Well there is little we can do about that, so we should do what we can here."

Typheous frowns. "Which means... we wait? Or...." His voice is growing slowly paniced.

Plax nods. "I know some students, well, at least one, is sleeping. The students, I think, are worried right now".

Valyros says, "I think we wait. I trust Psyche will come through."

Psyche has received your page: "You see scores of other places. Only four of them open up to apparently unihabited areas. A fifth looks like the fountain park at the academy. The others show cities in full flower from the perspective of various monuments and other places of apparent significance to the inhabitants."

Plax says, "I think we can do very little right now. If events with Psyche and Mereke do not work out, then we will know when the Fae will arrive from before. If they work out, well, then we'll be safe. She trusted us to do our job. We should trust her to do her's."

Rade nods slowly. "How far away are the Fae now?"

Typheous taps his foot, obviously on edge. "I trust her to do it... But...." . o O ( Damn... I miss you... Come back to me Psyche. )

Psyche has received your page: "You hear the sound of digging coming from immediately above you."

Plax says, "I couldn't get beyond Wyzdin and the Academy. So, I couldn't tell you."

[OOC] Rade says, "when were they supposed to arrive originally?"

Psyche pages: "How much like the fountain park? Enough to trust that it really is the Academy? She looks up to see what's going on, wavering, unwilling to step blindly through. (The prophecy said that she had to close the link until the deed was done, right?)"

[OOC] Plax says, "Sunset"

[OOC] Rade says, "and what time is it now? :)"

[OOC] You say, "Night getting on toward dawn, iirc."

[OOC] Rade says, "........"

Typheous frowns. "You can't get past Wyzdin and the Academy even for now?"

[OOC] Rade says, "so...if the town's not a crater already...then they must not have attacked?"

[OOC] Plax says, "Z, did I get beyond them in the now part of that Time scan?"

Psyche has received your page: "You don't notice any differences. (Yes.)"

[OOC] You say, "No. First Fae (6) attack at sunset #1 (last night). First army show up the following sunset. Next army shows up the next sunset."

Psyche pages: "(So the law, so to speak, has been fulfilled, and there's no reason she can't drop the link.)"

Psyche pages: "Can't drop the block, rather."

[OOC] Rade says, "ahhhh"

[OOC] Rade says, "so we have time"

Psyche has received your page: "(Correct. Though you're about 12 hours ahead of the rest of the cabal, atm)"

Valyros says, "So, check to see how the newly freed Knights are adjusting, or sleep?"

Rade says, "We should check."

Typheous frowns. "We should probably check on the town. And the students." He scowls. "Plax, could you tell why you couldn't get your scan outside this?"

Plax shakes his head. "Couldn't get beyond Wyzdin. And while I'd like to sleep, I think we should make sure there isn't anything going on that shouldn't be first. Then sleep". He shrugs. "Couldn't tell a thing. Like I said, it was like the world outside this area didn't exist. I'm thinking it's something to do with a major event that will affect the area is in process, but that's just speculation".

Psyche has received your page: "A woman with the first digit of each finger missing who looks like she has spent an eternity weeping steps through the portal that looks like it leads to the academy. "Well done, Psyche. Now I suggest you leave this place." Clumps of earth fall from the ceiling."

Plax stands now. "Let's get going".

(remotely) Psyche chuckles. She doesn't want to step in blindly. "Is that a way back to the Academy or not, Starling?" (I assume it's her.)

Typheous nods slowly. "Or the ward's back. Because Caine broke the connection before.... I wonder.... " He falls into thought, standing and picking up his blades.

Valyros nods and heads out with everybody to make sure the village isn't on fire or anything else unplesant.

Rade's eyes grow worried at the discussion of the world outside not existing, but she shrugs it off. Finding a cloak to slip on and heading out with the group for a look around

Plax nods. "That's right...maybe he'd detained...". He falls quiet and heads on out with the others.

You say, "The village does not appear to be on fire, though some of the more abusive of Caine's Knights certainly are."

[OOC] Typheous says, "On fire.... literally?"

[OOC] You say, "Ex-Knights, rather... And yes."

[OOC] Typheous says, "And... running around? Or strung up-like?"

Plax takes note of them. "Looks like the local authorities are handling things fine".

[OOC] You say, "As in burning at the stake, pardon the pun."

[OOC] Typheous ndosnods. Just makings ure.

Valyros says, "Yes, now we just need to know what they are going to do now that they have control once again."

Typheous frowns at the stench of burning flesh. "Well, that's quite a turn around from what I expected..."

Valyros says, "I'm actually glad."

Plax pages: "Going to do a scan of the area, try and see if the wards are back up, since Typh brought the idea up."

Plax squints slightly, focusing on something.

[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (3d10): 10, 6, 10 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 4 successes (diff 4) **

[OOC] Plax wastes a WP

[OOC] You say, "Pause. I have to do a log search for a minute."

[OOC] Psyche says, "I didn't cause it, did I?"

[OOC] You say, "Yes. Yes, you did..."

[OOC] Psyche says, "What'd I -do-?"

Psyche has received your page: "Starling nods, "Indeed it is. You and your friends have prevented a great deal of blood from being shed within the Iron Curtain by heeding my words. The Fae know now you are no threat to their Chaos. They will seek out other more dangerous foes - enemies whose Order cannot be assaulted from without - only from within." She indicates the cities on the far side of most of the portals."

[OOC] You say, "Played into my wicked plans, of course."

[OOC] Plax fears.

Plax has received your page: "The wards don't seem to be up. It's just that nothing appears to exist after sunset that lies beyond Wyzdin and its immediate surroundings."

Rade cringes as she sees the people burning, hurrying forward to see if there's anyone yet able to be saved.

[OOC] Plax says, "Continue?"

[OOC] You say, "Yes."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Ummm.. RadE? They're the bad guys, I thought."

You say, "Rade! Rade, come quickly!" It sounds like Nomin's voice."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Nevermind..."

Plax frowns. "Well, I thought the wards might be up, but they aren't. Nothing...appears to exist after sunset beyond Wyzdin and the local area".

(remotely) Psyche tenses, inhaling deeply, then exhaling. "And is there no path that will heal the rift between Order and Chaos, Guide? Your words hardly please me."

Typheous will stay with the group, music distracted.

[OOC] Rade says, "Badguys have a right to live too :)"

[OOC] Plax says, "Nope. They get a visit from the Arrow Fairy. :)"

[OOC] Typheous says, "Or Aggy Clause."

Rade's eyes widen as she hears Nomin, turning to hurry toward the sound of his voice. "Nomin!?"

[OOC] Rade baps Typheous

[OOC] Rade says, "You should have said Aggy Claws!"

Plax blinks and looks to the others. "Come on". He follows Rade towards the sound of Nomin's voice.

[OOC] Valyros says, "My Laywer Mr. Sawed off would like to bring up the case of Indiana Jones vs. Big Scimitar Guy."

[OOC] Plax is Aggy Claws AND the Arrow Fairy. Muahahaha

Typheous follows Rade and Plax.

Valyros follows Rade.

[OOC] Rade says, "Have a problem? *holds up fist* Speak into the mike, got a back up right here."

[OOC] Psyche says, "Aww, Plax is just all about giving presents to the bad guys."

Psyche has received your page: "Starling, "I have arranged for Chaos to ignore the new bubble of Order. Theusleh is now theirs, with its Chamber of Portals, and so long as you pose no threat to them, they will not use this portal to invade the Node at the academy. The destination was to restore humanity to the Knights and save those who can be saved on both sides. I have shown you the path to this destination, and you have walked it.""

You say, "Nomin appears to be shouting from the second-storey window of the pub."

From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 6, 4, 5, 4, 2, 4, 9, 1 No diff given.

Plax looks to Rade. "Want a ride up?"

[OOC] You say, "That was a failed WP roll from the Euthie..."

Valyros says, "What's the matter!?!?"

[OOC] Psyche says, "Yeah, thanks, I noticed. Now I have to decide what it -means-."

Typheous looks into the first level of the bar to see what's happening.

Nomin, "It's Alex."

Rade skids to a halt outside the pub, looking upward. . o O ( What's he doing up there? ) She almost says yes to Plax, then reconsiders, thinking of all the people looking up her skirt. She starts toward the door. "What's wrong with Alex?"

Plax flies upwards to see for himself.

Typheous starts for the door, trying to move faster than Rade at the mention of Alex. "What did that moron do now?"

You say, "Alex is lying, shivering, in a bed. He's very pale, as though he has lost a lot of blood, though the blanket covers any injuries. He's unconscious and sweating."

Plax frowns. "What happened to him?"

Typheous drops to Alex's side when he gets there. "Alex? What is it Alex? What's wrong?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "Mind 2 lets me scan his surface thoughts, right? Or is taht Mind 1?"

[OOC] Plax knew he should have bought Life 3...

(remotely) Psyche closes her eyes. "In other words, in saving our bubble of Order, we have abandoned the other realms this chamber leads to to the mercies of the Fae. This city is no more of Order, and the gate into the heart of what we have struggled to save is to remain open, for the fae to decide to use at any point they believe we pose a threat. Have we merely exchanged one dictator for another?"

Nomin, "He opened a portal to evacuate Aiden when we lost contact with the Masters. Most escaped, but he was hurt. None of us had enough Life to help him."

[OOC] Plax says, "Aiden? One of the students?"

Rade gasps as she makes it upstairs and gets a look at the young man, hands immediatly going to her pouch to pull out herbs and salves. Her voice is small, but calm. "How's he hurt Nomin?"

[OOC] You say, "-typ Mind 2"

Valyros flies up to the second story, climbing into the window. "Here, let me take a look at him..." Goes over and tries to do something for Alex.

[OOC] You say, "Adel? Dang, I've forgotten the name of that town..."

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 6, 3, 7, 8 ** 3 successes (diff 5) **

[OOC] Plax says, "Right, I know what you mean."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Adel, I thought."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Can I use my half-conversation as my focus?"

[OOC] Valyros says, "Adel, yes."

Plax nods. "What's happened there? We couldn't get through and the wards went down around here. It's been chaos around here the last day or so". He looks to the healers to see if they can do anything for Alex.

Psyche has received your page: "Starling, "Had Caine and Mereke lived, Order would have been too great a threat for them to ignore. Had the Chamber's portals remained closed, there would have been nothing to distract them from Wyzdin's people.""

You say, "Alex sits bolt upright. "What color is the moon! Is it golden! Is it full! Tell me!""

[OOC] Eclipse is an evil bastard...

[Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 5, 10, 10, 1, 3, 5, 3, 5 No diff given.

[OOC] Typheous says, "Nevermind... I don't think I want to read his surface thoughts."

Valyros goves over to check the moon.

[OOC] Rade blinks at Val.

[OOC] Typheous says, "Wait a minute.... "

[OOC] Rade says, "oh, weird, nm"

Plax says, "Calm down, Alex. You'll be alright. You were injured enough to be out of it, is sounds like."

You say, "No moon is visible, as it is currently a new moon, though you recall it was a waning, indigo crescent last night..."

Rade blinks, hurrying over to Alex's side. She looks him up and down worridly.

Rade pages: "Prayer of healing revelation"

Rade concentrates a moment.

Typheous looks into Alex's eyes. "What happens then, Alex?"

Alex, "No future. No future beyond Wyzdin! Tell me you've seen it!"

Valyros says, "It's indego, waning crecent actually."

From Rade: [Private Roll]: Rade rolled Arete (3d10): 6, 5, 9 ** 3 successes (diff 3) **

Rade pages: "anything physically wrong with the boy? :)"

Alex, "Golden yellow and full! I told you, golden yellow and full!"

(remotely) Psyche grits her teeth, paling. "The realms through the portals...do they -know- that they are targets for Chaos? How does one close the portals?"

Plax nods. "I've been unable to scan past sunset in time, yes. Though what that means, I'm not sure. I don't know that it means no future. It could be that a major event is in the process of being played out".

Rade has received your page: "His injuries aren't completely healed, but he's not deranged.""

Valyros says, "I could have sworn it was the other..."

Rade stares. "Alex....your talking nonsense...." She shakes her head, looking around at the group. "He's not...mad. I don't think." Back to the young man. "Alex...calm down...tell us what you've seen."

[OOC] Rade says, "man, I uses periods way too much"

[OOC] Plax thinks someone got smacked with a Time backlash...

Valyros says, "What about Adel?"

Psyche has received your page: "Starling, "They do not know. They were too Ordered when the Ultimatum War unleashed the Chaos upon the world. They possess such Order as to make the Iron Curtain seem as silk to the Fae.""

Alex, "Lost. I saved those I could. I saved those I could..."

You say, "He suddenly bursts into tears."

Valyros visibly pales...

Valyros says, "My... people... my... babies..."

(remotely) Psyche's voice is rough. "They must at least be told. I cannot unleash a weapon against them without at least warning them, even without intending to. Starling, how can I tell them?"

Typheous sits down next to Alex, his arms wrapping around him. "Alex, it's ok.... You did the best you could..."

Plax looks to Nomin, trying to stay calm. "What exactly happened? You were there, right?"

Psyche has received your page: "Starling's face grows deadly calm. "What is the destination, Psyche? Tell me your destination?" There is a hint of urgency in her voice."

Rade stares at Alex, hands going through the motions of pulling out salves and attending to his remaining injuries. "Lost? Plax...are you sure it is uncertainty that is blocking you?"

Valyros sits down, her knees feeling rather weak at the moment.

Plax says, "Like I said, it was speculation. I've never encountered it before."

Typheous tries to do the best friend thing and comfort Alex.

Nomin, "A slaughter. Ajax, Gadrielle, Tuneviel..."

You say, "He shudders."

Rade shakes her head, eyes pleading. "Nomin! Do you know what's going on?"

Valyros holds tightly to her knees, sticks her head between her legs and starts breathing in long droughts.

Nomin, "We didn't know Master Tenor had fallen until too late. An entire flank - unprotected. The reinforcements didn't arrive.

Plax nods. "We'd been blocked out. There was no way through for us".

You say, "Nomin's voice is a whispering croak, "Didn't know he had fallen... An entire flank unprotected...""

Rade applies slaves to cuts and bruses, letting them set a moment as she stands and turns to Nomin. "Nomin...do you know what Alex is talking about? Who did he save? Is there anything left? Is there anything we can do?"

[OOC] Eclipse pokes Psyche. "Still with me?"

Plax glances around, pausing for a moment. "Who made it back?"

Typheous frowns, looking up. "Gadrielle?" He looks upset.

[OOC] Typheous says, "She was afk :)"

[OOC] Psyche says, "Yes, trying to think too."

[OOC] Psyche spilled garlic butter on the carpet.

Valyros says, "*Hhh-wheeze* *Hhh-wheeze*"

[OOC] Valyros says, "Lick it up boy!"

[OOC] Valyros would.

Nomin, "The others. Maybe half the civilians before Alex started losing consciousness. Vance carried him through the portal just before it closed."

[OOC] Valyros says, "Don't let it go to waste!"

(remotely) Psyche thinks, but only for the briefest of moments. "To heal the wound between Order and Chaos, and create a lasting balance of the two."

[OOC] Eclipse just seriously fucked with Psyche's head.

[OOC] Rade says, "what a guy that Vance"

[OOC] Psyche has been through two containers with her pizza already .

[OOC] Rade says, "man, like she wasn't screwed up enough as it is"

[OOC] Typheous is going to have a long time dealing with this, won't he?

[OOC] Psyche tries to remember her character's peculiar ethical code, thinks she managed to hit it with that request.

Typheous looks back to Alex. "You did what you could. Far more than I could..."

Psyche has received your page: "Starling, "The wound is only a scratch. Such a balance already exists, and it is called the cycle of Ultimatum Wars. Tell me your destination, Psyche. Tell me how I can aid your cause!""

Valyros says, "W-where are the survivors?"

Rade nods slowly at Nomin. "What does he mean by no future? Is there nothing left to be saved? Are they comming here?"

Plax looks at Alex. "It was all that could be done". He pauses. "Now, the question is what do we do now?"

Nomin, "In a refugee camp just north of Wyzdin. The people of Theusleh are still arriving. And I don't know what Alex is talking about."

Valyros says, "I need to see, I need to find my babies!"

Typheous scowls. "What... what was the end of that prophecy... the one you gave us before we left, Alex."

Plax nods. "There's going to be a large influx from Theusleh, I figure. As for what Alex is saying, well, I know that I can't look any farther into the future than sunset, at least not beyond Wyzdin and the Academy".

(remotely) Psyche's brows furrow; she doesn't like the answer, but there's only so much a fledgling mage can do. "Then to end the suffering of -this- war between Chaos and Order, without destroying the world again. There is no reason for more to die, no matter their side."

Alex calms, "Strike the stone with your rod, and a path will open through the sea to a new land - a land of fire and brass, of steel and suffering, of claw and copper. But only when the coin is flawless gold will the door open for you."

[OOC] Psyche says, "That's because Clippy's fucking with me."

Valyros jumps out of the window, winging her way to the refugee camp.

Typheous frowns. "And if the moon's not golden yet... How long do we wait?"

Rade nods, smiling tightly in thanks at Nomin, warmth in her eyes. She turns back to Alex, trying to sooth him. "We don't understand, what stone, what path, what land?"

Plax says, "Well, if we're going to do anything, I'm guessing that Sunset is the cutoff, but that's just an educated guess. Guess that sleep is going to have to wait."

Typheous glances to Plax. "What can we do? Make the moon gold and full?"

Plax sighs. "I don't know. I don't know if doing anything is wise. I've no idea what is going on right now. I'm just grasping at straws at this point".

Valyros pages: "Lands at the refugee camp and starts looking for the elves with wings ie, her children."

[OOC] Psyche says, "Anyone have a whole crapload of Time?"

[OOC] Plax has a 2...

[OOC] Rade says, "I'm thinking you'll need like...4 dots mininum here."

[OOC] Valyros says, "I got exactly zero Time."

Psyche has received your page: "Starling, "This, then, is the path you must follow. Once traversed, the portals are visible on both sides. Strong is the Order in those places the Fae covet. If Order sees the portals, it will bleed through to this place, creating a small Iron Curtain to protect Theusleh. And if the portal to Wyzdin also is traveled, the Order will bleed through there, too. Enough Order, and the Fae will be forced to stay away from this place and away from Wyzdin. But the portals' path is narrow, narrower, at least, than a physical path blazed through the Chaos to the bubble of greater Order merely five miles east of Wyzdin...""

[OOC] Rade says, "one day I'm going to have to invest in that sphere, though it's too tempting to muck with things"

[OOC] Psyche attempts to digest the answer.

Rade sighs softly, standing from Alex's bedside, looking at Nomin again. "He'll be alright for now...he could use some more healing...but...are there others?"

Alex_shakes_his_head, "Psyche must not kill Mereke now. She needs to wait until the right time."

[OOC] Rade says, "..."

[OOC] You say, "And if only you know what Nykki and I know..."

[OOC] You say, "knew what we know, even..."

Psyche pages: "(I don't get the last sentence)"

Typheous quirks an eyebrow. "Or...... what?"

[OOC] Psyche is sorry to be overly stupid today, Clippy. :P

[OOC] Valyros says, "I'm guessing it'll be bad. Egon bad."

Valyros has received your page: "You manage, with some effort, to find your children, though both are moderately wounded and lying on cots in casualty tents."

[OOC] Rade says, "'Don't cross the streams' bad?"

[OOC] Typheous says, "But that worked in the end."

Valyros pages: "Goes over to them, "Ultavium, Terilnus! Don't worry babies, Mother is here, everything shall be all right." Bends over to heal her kids."

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 2, 4, 9, 2 ** 1 success (diff 5) **

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 5, 2, 9, 6 ** 3 successes (diff 5) **

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 3, 5, 6, 10 ** 3 successes (diff 5) **

[Roll]: Valyros rolled Arete (4d10): 3, 6, 10, 4 ** 2 successes (diff 5) **

Psyche has received your page: "(Discovery defines the world, bringing Order to it. Right now, the lands beyond the Iron Curtain are Unknown. If you can map them to the point where they are no more than a space between two known points, that path will become Ordered. And if you open a path to a greater bubble of Order, your bubble shares that region's potency of Order. Does that make sense?)"

Valyros has received your page: "Other wounded people moan for help, recognizing you as a leader among them."

Psyche pages: "(Yes, in that I-can-barely-wrap-my-mind-around-it way)"

Valyros pages: "Goes to heal them as well, once her kids are doing alright. (Roll or say I get heal them.)"

Alex, "Or...or I don't know what happens next. It just gets all blurry. All blurry..."

Valyros has received your page: "I'll let you minister without a million Arete checks."

Plax takes a breath. "We're going to need to get there and stop her. Or at least get close enough to contact her and tell her to stop".

Psyche has received your page: "(Think of it as a kind of diffusion.)"

Psyche has received your page: "(As it stands, the two bubbles are isolated from each other, but a path between them would open a path for diffusion to take place.)"

Typheous scowls. "How?"

[OOC] You say, "Kind of handy that you were told to block the mind link, eh?"

Plax thinks. "The catwalk".

[OOC] Typheous says, "Bah."

[OOC] Typheous reads both sides of this and winces. This is not going to turn out well.

Psyche pages: "(In other words, if I map a portal path from Wyzdin to Theuslah to each of the others, the curtain will strengthen by diffusion of Order. But to speed and strengthen that diffusion, it wouldn't be a bad idea to make the physical trek from Wyzdin to the next bubble over (which sounds like Something for Later).)"

Rade frowns. "But we don't know how to open...." Her frown deepens.

Psyche pages: "(Am I right?)"

Psyche has received your page: "(Correct)"

Plax says, "Can't Valyros?"

Typheous turns back to Alex. "So, you don't know what happens if we don't stop her? Do you know that it's a bad blurry or just a neutral blurry?"

Alex, "Just a very...uncomfortable blurry."

Typheous frowns, standing up to pace, his music growing uncertain. "And what's the other outcome, Alex? If she does it right on time?"

(remotely) Psyche, being a specialist in analysis, gets through all that much faster than her player, who is just a med student running on Very Little Sleep. She nods slowly. "If I pass through a portal, may I return to this place by it?"

Psyche has received your page: "Starling nods. "In a matter of a few steps.""

Valyros pages: "Once done with healing her people's wounds she comes back to her children, rather exausted, but still brimming with nergy."

Valyros pages: "(Energy) "I'm just, I'm just glad you two are alright."

(remotely) Psyche sifts through it once more, looking for major holes. "And that is the path to end the suffering of this war? What is its consequence?"

Alex, "The portals will open to an invading force, but that invading force will vanquish the Fae. There is...hardship in that, and war, but the Fae will be defeated."

Valyros has received your page: "They hug you, too troubled by the horrors they have witnessed to speak."

Typheous continues pacing. "And there is no way to live at peace with the Fae..." It's said almost to himself, though it's loud enough for everyone to hear. . o O ( Why is it you're never here when I need you? )

[OOC] Psyche is going to be so fucked up from this...

Plax says, "So, it's trading one invading force for another..."

Psyche has received your page: "Starling, "All I have said will come true. I am a Guide, not a Deceiver.""

Valyros pages: "Hugs both of them, "Thank what ever god is watching over us you both are safe... And I'm sorry about what happened, I'm sorry for driving you two in operate directions. I tried to get a nice synthisis of booth our cultures, but..." Starts to cry and kiss her kids a whole lot."

[Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 10, 7, 4, 1, 1, 7, 9, 10 No diff given.

[OOC] Psyche says, "That was so almost a wuss out and go home roll."

Alex, "Perhaps, but there would be no Knights, no Fae, and no further need for those Chosen as Mereke has been. The alternative is a complete unknown."

Typheous nods to Plax. "But what does the army do when it's done with the Fae?"

Starling, "Not all Fae are murderous deceivers, Typheous, or have you forgotten?"

(remotely) Psyche shakes her head. "I didn't mean to slander you." She takes a deep breath, and turns to look hard at the first of the unknown portals. "Is there an order it must be done in?"

Plax says, "There are already no more Knights."

You say, "Starling seems to step out of a patch of shadow."

[OOC] Psyche was about to say :P

[OOC] Typheous says, "What did I say that would have come across as fae being murderous?"

[OOC] Typheous )

[OOC] Typheous says, "Or is this that other army?"

[OOC] Plax is guessing the 'live in peace' remark.

Psyche has received your page: "Starling, "No. But you must move quickly." Another clump of earth falls from the ceiling."

Plax looks to Starling and nods. "Starling," he says with a polite nod, though he's obviously tired.

[Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 5, 1, 4, 9, 10, 1, 10, 10 No diff given.

(remotely) Psyche nods, and starts with the first of the unknown portals, then, crossing them across and back without wasting any more time, unless something prevents that.

Typheous frowns. "So... is there a need for this other army?"

Psyche has received your page: "Starling, "I too shall be burned by the Order you unleash." She steps through the portal leading to Wyzdin. You receive glimpses of scores of cities - some almost familiar, others very exotic. After passing through a half dozen of them, the shoveling stops and is replaced by furious shouting. "Stop that, or we will destroy your people to the last remnant!""

Starling, "I am a Guide. I do not know details. I do, however, know that this war will stop with minimal bloodshed if Psyche follows the path to its destination."

[Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 6, 1, 7, 9, 9, 5, 5, 8 No diff given.

Typheous quirks an eyebrow. "What path?"

[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (4d10): 10, 5, 2, 10 ** 3 successes (diff 3) **

Valyros has received your page: "Ultavium "It's okay, Mother. We're sorry we couldn't stop the Fae and lost the Masters.""

(remotely) Psyche grits her teeth and keeps going, no point to argue and waste time, saving the Wyzdin one for last. She tries to fix each city's image in her mind as she goes, fingers knotting the threads of her tunic (Memory cache, 1 effect, 2 duration).

Valyros pages: ""It's alright dear, I know you did the best. It's just the fae were too much, but don't worry, we'll stop them.""

Starling, "The path to the destination, of course - slaying Mereke to release the Order within her.

Typheous nods slowly to Starling. "And does the timing matter? If she does it too soon, what will happen?"

Starling, "I told her not to wait until the end of Entropy. Perhaps the timing would have been right if she had waited until the first of Chaos. Certainly the moons are wild during that month."

Starling, "If I told her to act before a time, there is a reason for my doing so, though I do not necessarily know why it would be."

Valyros has received your page: "Terilnus, "What happens now? Won't the Fae come to Wyzdin, next? Finish the job they started?""

Typheous falls silent, pacing slightly. He stops near Starling, speaking softly so that she and probably just a couple others can hear. "Were you with her before now?"

Psyche has received your page: "At last, you get through all the portals. The shouts and threats have stopped. You can see in the portal to Wyzdin that sunset is perhaps ten minutes away...""

Valyros pages: ""We have found the last major deposit of Order in this world, we... we're going to free it that will reinforce the barrier of Reality and push them back. If you wish, I could take you to my friends and tell you more about it?""

Starling, "Not yet. I told her the path to the destination, and none have yet presented a destination that requires me to ask."

Psyche pages: "Was there something I shoudl remember about sunset?"

Psyche has received your page: "(Fae army will reach Wyzdin at sunset.)"

Plax hovers, thinking this whole prophecy thing through, trying to collect his wits.

[OOC] You say, "That should be act, not ask...'"

Valyros has received your page: "They nod."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Ok. I was confused."

Valyros pages: "Stands and flaps back to the house, leading her kids to her friends."

Valyros has received your page: "(pose arrival whenever you wish)"

Typheous nods to Starling. "Just.... wondering. You sounded like you might have been talking with her..."

(remotely) Psyche thinks it would be a good idea to step through to Wyzdin before sunset, then. She'll pause, gathering up Mer's body in her arms, and step through back to the fountain park. And -then- drop the wards on the link. . o O ( It is done, and more, although I still don't know if I made the right choice... )

Psyche has received your page: "(And that's where we'll have to pause you until these folks get caught up to your time...)"

Psyche pages: "That's fine; I'm only 2 hours past my bedtime and nearly falling asleep."

Valyros lands on the roof right outside the window with two other winged elves, one light, one dark. As she climbs in, she's wearing a wide smile on her face, "Plax, Rade, Typheouse, (NPC's names I can't spell...) I would like to introduce you to my daughter Ultavium," gesturing to the light elf girl, "And my son Terilnus," gesturing to the dark elf boy.

Plax glances about. "So, we can basically sit and wait".

You say, "Alex snorts. "If you want to trust completely in the word of a Fae. Personally, I think we should ready a defense, even a futile one. If something delays Psyche, maybe we can hold off the Fae for a few hours."

Valyros glares at Alex.

Typheous frowns slightly. "Alex, never judge a group of people based on a smaller group. Or is Mereke right and all of us 'monsters' would be better off with a dagger in our guts?"

Psyche pages: "If you need me, check with Matt to see if I'm asleep yet."

Alex sighs, "I meant no offense. I just don't like sitting around and doing nothing, risking our lives and civilization on the assumption that a miracle is on the way."

[OOC] Psyche idles, now, having gotten Psyche up to where you can catch up.

[OOC] Psyche says, "Night, all."

Psyche has received your page: "Okay."

[OOC] Plax snugs Psyche.

[OOC] Plax says, "Night"

Valyros says, "Definately not, sometimes when you least expect it, a monster might become a hero of the pepole."

[OOC] Valyros says, "Hey."

[OOC] Psyche is going to be such a zombie tomorrow.

[OOC] Valyros says, "Night."

[OOC] Guest says, "Gawddamn braineating zomfies!"

[OOC] Psyche says, "Stupid kids getting sick means I have to cover 8 patients."

Typheous chuckles softly. "But for now, we all need sleep. Even if we stayed up until the attack, we'd all pass out as they charged. So they'd have a sleeping pike wall to face."

Plax takes a breath and nods to Valyros. "A pleasure, though I must say none of us are at our best, so forgive us". He then turns to Alex. "And what defense is that? What do we have for resources? And I agree, blind faith is bad. But blind hatred is just as bad. Judge on actions, not appearance".

Valyros says, "It's alright, times are rather tough at the moment. But shall we head to my cabin? I'm sure there's enough room for everybody if we pull out the couch."

You say, "The sun has just risen, and the last refugees from Theusleh are settling into the camp."

Plax nods. "That sounds like it would be for the best. I'll be there shortly, unless there is anything further that needs to be discussed immediately?"

Typheous has lost his link.

Typheous has connected.

[OOC] Plax kicks Typh's connection.

Valyros says, "Don't think so. So children, think you're up for another litthe flight?"

[OOC] Typheous makes the laptop use the repeater (70% signal) instead of the main WAP (20% signal)

Ultavium, "A flight to where?"

Valyros says, "Simply the other side of campus."

Plax waits for Alex and Nomin to either agree or disagree first.

Nomin, "Agreed. And Alex agrees, too, whether he likes it or not."

Alex, "Fine by me. It'll give me some time to get drunk enough for another desperate battle.

Plax nods. "We'll see you later then". With that, he hovers up into the air. "I'll be by shortly, Valyros. I've got something I need to take care of first".

Valyros says, "Of course."

Valyros says, "Rade, do you need a ride?"

Typheous nods to Alex. "You going to be ok or do you need some one to talk to? Or drink with?"

Plax slips out the window and heads off.

(remotely) Plax is heading towards Lyka's window.

Alex, "You need sleep far more than you need alcohol, Typheous. I've had plenty of sleep, so I obviously need alcohol far more than I need sleep."

Plax has received your page: "She doesn't appear to be in her room."

(remotely) Plax looks at the thought/mood thing to see if she's awake.

Typheous nods and chuckles. "Just making sure to offer so you didn't have to drink alone." His music is definately lighter, growing more distanant and concerned.

Plax has received your page: "She's awake and remembering a certain incident involving juice with nostalgic amusement."

(remotely) Plax goes looking for Lyka, intending to at least tell her he's still alive before he sleeps.

Plax has received your page: "She's in the cafeteria, eating breakfast. "Plax! What's going on?""

(remotely) Plax smiles, though it's obvious he's exhausted. "A lot. I'm exhausted, Lyka, but I wanted to tell you that I'm still alive". He pauses. "Okay. Maybe 'still' isn't the best word, but it's the closest I can think of right now".

[OOC] Valyros pokes Rade.

[OOC] Plax says, "Given Rade has had a 58 min idle..."

Plax has received your page: ""Have you been up all night? Your eyes are bloodshot.""

[OOC] Typheous says, "Hmmm... May have fallen asleep...."

Valyros picks up Rade and goes to the window, "Come along Ultavium and Terilnus, we're going home..." She then takes off to her cabin.

(remotely) Plax nods. "Yep. I was going to go crash over at Valyros' cabin". He yawns. "We kind of ran into some trouble with some of the more violent types of Fae, I'm afraid, though we're all alright".

You say, "The two young winged elves follow their mother."

[OOC] Valyros says, "We calling it?"

[OOC] Plax says, "You know, given half of Plax's body is 'new', I wonder if he's even tired? Fresh body, after all...;)"

Plax has received your page: ""What's going on? They wouldn't let us out of the dorms at all, last night?""

[OOC] Typheous chuckles.

(remotely) Plax considers. "What is it that you do know, Lyka? I'll explain what I can, though I'll admit I'm still not sure of everything at this point". He yawns and goes to get a glass of juice first, just so he can stay awake.

Plax has received your page: ""Last I heard, the Fae were bringing an army.""

[OOC] You say, "Calling it? Are people getting tired?"

[OOC] Plax isn't. *shrug*

[OOC] Valyros says, "Yes."

(remotely) Plax nods. "Well, that's unsure right now. As of the last Time scan I did, we were due for an invading army of Fae this coming sunset and another set the following sunset. However, it's become impossible to view outside Wyzdin and the Academy right now. It's...blurry. I don't know what it means".

Plax has received your page: ""What are you going to do now?""

[OOC] Typheous says, "A bit, yes."

[OOC] Typheous says, "ANd it seemed a good stopping point, unless you have more Truths From Beyond to enlighten us with."

[OOC] You say, "I'm honestly just wrapping up a paged conversation with Plax, atm. I've run out of climax-level energy. I have other commitments next Saturday, though, so if we finish the game next session, that session will have to be in two weeks. Is this okay?"

Plax pages: "I don't know. I don't know that there is anything I can do. I've been out of the loop, so to speak, for a good month, and have only recently started being involved in things."

[OOC] Plax says, "Fine by me."

[OOC] Valyros says, "Alright."

[OOC] Typheous says, "Ok. We're planning on going to Jo's party and were going to sneak off early, since we had to be back for Church sunday morning anyway. (silly Council meetings)O"

Plax has received your page: "She puts her hands on her hips, "Started to be involved up to your elbows, you mean.""

[OOC] You say, "Okay. RP votes?"

User Conn Idle RP-Stat `@my tag is ...`

Eclipse 8h 0s IC Wiz Causing players confusion and trouble since '90

Typheous 23m 1m IC Wiz Well I'm terribly sorry, but I don't care...

Valyros 5h 2m OOC PC

Plax 5h 2m IC PC Being made crazy by Caine, page for lessons!

Psyche 3h 31m IC Wiz I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just -right-...

Guest 2h 31m OOC PC

Sekkyro 2d 1h OOC Tec

Rade 6h 1h OOC Tec

--[Sun Oct 26 00:45:06 2003]--------------------------------[8 users; 0s lag]--

Plax pages: "(Vote: Typh)"

*** Added 3 XP to Typheous's Experience ***

Valyros pages: "Plax."

*** Added 3 XP to Valyros's Experience ***

*** Added 3 XP to Plax's Experience ***

*** Added 3 XP to Psyche's Experience ***

*** Added 3 XP to Rade's Experience ***

Plax pages: "(How many people in the cafeteria/in hearing range?)"

Plax has received your page: "(none, if you can believe it)"

Typheous pages: "plax"

*** Added 1 XP to Plax's Experience ***

[OOC] You say, "Plax gets the RP points."

[OOC] Plax thanks!

[OOC] You say, "Point, even..."

(remotely) Plax smiles weakly. "Believe me. I'd have much rather not been involved at all, but I didn't have much of a choice. Tossed in deep water". He sits down now. "Lyka, the reason I was gone for a month was that I was kidnapped and used as as an unwilling test subject in an experiment in pattern-altering. Specifically, altered in an attempt to create an improved soldier against the Fae".

[OOC] You say, "I suggest that if you have XP, you spend it now or at the beginning of the next session. I have trouble imagining the game will last longer than one more session."

[OOC] Plax nods, has 19 XP to burn...

[OOC] Plax also drops a bomb on Lyka.

Plax has received your page: ""Like the Knights?""

[OOC] Typheous doesn't think he has enough to matter. :)

Plax pages: "The original, specifically, though I had lesser powers. I could heal most wounds instantly and consume blood, though I had to have a constant source of Quintessence. Caine captured me, slew his brother and my father for his own experiments, and kept me locked up in his basement."

Plax has received your page: ""What? Why didn't you say anything about this before?""

Plax pages: "The Masters gave me strict orders. They knew. They were afraid the students would attempt to hurt or kill me if the truth became known."

Plax has received your page: ""And now?""

[OOC] Valyros says, "Well I think I'm heading off to bed. Good night everybody."

Guest has lost its link.

The resolution of Guest fades. With a hiss of static its disconnected body implodes into a single point of light, then blinks out of existence.

Valyros has disconnected.

[OOC] Typheous thinks he's poofling too. See you later.

[OOC] You say, "Night, Typh."

[OOC] Plax says, "Night"

[OOC] Typheous says, "Nightnight."

Typheous has disconnected.

The resolution of Valyros fades. With a hiss of static their disconnected body implodes into a single point of light, then blinks out of existence.

Plax pages: "As far as I know, the Masters are dead. I never made it to that 'test', as they called it, obviously. The gateway to where they went to battle the Fae was closed as we tried to go through. Instead, we ended up stuck here, and I discovered the approaching Fae. We met some to the souteast, and ended up in a battle. We won, though I suppose I technically got killed twice. A troll introduced his sword to me a couple times too many. Getting split down the middle vertically isn't a fun experience, though the regeneration helped quite a bit there". He pauses. "But, I'm no longer a partial Knight. In fact, there aren't any Knights anymore. That magic has been undone"."

[OOC] Plax isn't tired, so I don't know how long you want to run this scene for (can have Plax crash whenever you need to head off).

Plax has received your page: ""Undone? But how?""

[OOC] Plax also thinks we can move to MS?

[OOC] You say, "Probably... And I'm just trying to puzzle my way through starship rules, atm, since I have to fly one..."

Plax considers that for a moment, clearly not thrilled right now. "Magic, Lyka, cannot outlive it's creator. If the one who wields the magic dies, then any effects he or she still had put upon the world die with the mage".

Lyka, "But that means... Plax! What have you done?"

Plax sighs. "He's dead, and you know how as well as I. He'd turned unwitting and unwilling people into Knights. The other thing these Knights had, however, was loyalty to him. He could control them. He planned to, quite literally, take over the world with the Knights. Eliminating the Fae was the first step. He wanted an unending rule. And if he could control the population mentally, then that would be a rather easy way to stay in power. His Knights could turn others into Knights on a whim. It was not something I wanted. But there was no other way, and it was necessary to prevent anymore bloodshed. A Guide came to us and told us what we needed to do in order to stop these battles with minimal bloodshed. Our job was to eliminate Caine. Well, most of the cabal's".

Lyka, "A Guide?"

Plax nods. "I don't fully understand them. They can, however, tell you the path to reach the destination you seek. We sought to end these battles with as little bloodshed as possible. They don't appear often, from what I know".

Lyka, "A spirit, then? I don't remember learning about them."

Plax shakes his head. "Not a spirit. A Fae, apparently not too well liked by the rest of their kind, given when we met ours, it was being hunted by a pack of the more violent Fae. She'd lived among mages and within Order, apparently, for awhile. I believe the others met the Guide once before, when they were looking for me". He shrugs. "Not all beings of a race are the same".

Lyka, "Will destroying Caine and his Knights stop the Fae from attacking?"

Plax says, "It's part of it, supposedly. The other half is what Psyche has to do, and that's what I don't know about right now, how her part is progressing."

Lyka, "And what is her part?"

Plax frowns, figuring this isn't going to go over any better. "Mereke. Remember how Mereke had been trying to kill students? It was Mereke's mission, she felt, to kill pretty much every supernatural. Mage, Knight, Fae, take your pick. She just saw the Knights and Fae as more dangerous right now. She and Mereke have to go somewhere, and Mereke must be slain by her hand".

Lyka, "What? How will that stop the Fae? Great idea. Unmake the Knights, who are immune to the Fae, and while you're at it, kill the woman who is most keen on stopping the Fae. Seems to benefit the Fae a great deal. How the hell does that make sense, Plax? How long has it been since you slept? Your brains seem addled, today."

Plax frowns. "I don't know. It's supposed to release some sort of force, I believe". He pauses briefly. "If the Knights were still around after the Fae, we'd all likely have been forced into becoming Knights or slain through their blood-drinking due to their almost constant need for Quintessence. There were 400 Knights set to march on Wyzdin and attack it, Lyka. An invading force. More than likely, if we let them stay that way, we'd all be dead". He thinks. "I'd say I've been up since..., well over a day now, most likely". He pauses. "Magic rarely makes sense, Lyka. All I know is that bloodshed will be avoided. Mereke went on about some new gods. Maybe this is a time where there is change, and this is the only way to survive it. It wouldn't surprise me at this point. This type of craziness, however, has been what I've known from since I last left".

Lyka, "This is a bit much for me to swallow all at once, Plax. I know you mean well. Right now, though, you need sleep."

Plax smiles slightly. "Well, I'd settle for everything to be settled and things to turn out alright, but I suppose sleep isn't a bad alternative". He stands. "I should sleep. I probably sound like an idiot right now. I guess we'll know soon," he says.

Lyka, "Sleep well, Eagle. Right or wrong, it is likely to be a long day."

Plax nods and heads off to the cabin for some rest.

[OOC] Eclipse stops logging.