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[~Neri]

((You do realize sleep mode for electronics is a powersaver right? It doesn't process jack.))

((Two, even if it is survive the GM's whimsy, it's blatantly unfair to reroll for the players till you get rolls you want, might as well not roll at all in that case.))

((Also three, have you noticed LoHaCo keeps getting initiative rolls of 40 and 41?))

[FallacyofUrist]

((I had nothing to do with your odd initiative, and as for the retools for scan... I don't normally do that. But I wasn't about to let someone else get a six considering what was happening. And you are a robot, not a computer.))

[FallacyofUrist]

Turn Eight: Oh wait I don't need other actions. Unconscious!

INIT_BATTLE:
(Lahaco: 41)
(Jase Bladeheart: 90)
(Sir Notspyxeno: 68)
(Blitz: 23)
(Johnny Nahmates: 87)
(the burning night: 54)
(Clyde Johanson: 56)

Jase attempts to get up. (Cruel G.M roll: 1. Reroll: 2. Reroll 2: 3. Reroll 4: 2. These dice want you on the ground. Average: 2.) Jase attempts to stand up, but slips on a splatter of alcohol. He promptly thuds to the ground. Well there's no reason he can't look around. (I rolled a one, then gave you a reroll. 6. No more rerolls. Average: 3.) Jase looks around, noticing a plague on one of the barrels. "Finest Beer of El Caraboth." Whatever that means.

Johnny Nahmates: Unconcious! (5) Deer are resilient, Johnny no exception. Now conscious.

Sir Notspyxeno: BAng! (2 vs. 4) Pistol Power is powerful, but not necessarily accurate. You have missed.

Clyde Johanson: Open door! (6) The door slams open. A large, somewhat brutish man with stern wood-colored eyes comes through. There is silence.

The burning night: Unconscious! (5) The noise must be too much to sleep through. Now conscious.

Lahaco: In Sleep Mode! (1) There goes that data.

Blitz tries to stab Sir Notspyxeno in the throat. (4 vs. 5) Sir Notspyxeno dodges, nearly suffering a cut though.

Clyde Johanson: What the... "What-who-how? Who in the realms are you and how have you gotten into my brew cellar? Are you thieves? Magic thieves? I... oh. Would you happen to be adventurers? That would explain the two odd pets and the metal golem... Oh, I'm ranting again, aren't I."

Examine Clyde Johanson: 2.

Clyde Johanson:
Level Four Berserk Blasting Brawler.

Tell me if I missed any bonuses or penalties.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Stare blankly at Clyde.
Did...did you just imply that I am some sort of pet...?

[poketwo]

*POINTS GUN AT CLYDE*
"ALL RIGHT, TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK AM I!?"

[~Neri]

((Robots /Are/ computers. They can't /Not/ be computers.))

[FallacyofUrist]

"Wait. Nevermind that, one pet. Although you don't look the adventurer type."

He turns to Sir Notspyxeno.

"What is that? Some kind of weapon? And to answer your question... under my tavern."

[poketwo]

"WHAT TOWN AND WHAT STATE!!!"

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Well...I wouldn't exactly call m'self am adventurer. I'm...a hero. Although, after how that bastard transported us... I don't think my name has any weight around here..

[FallacyofUrist]

"Well... as for town, I can easily answer that our town is called El Caraboth. And what do you mean by "state"? And could you put that thing down, I may not know what it is, but you are holding it like a weapon.

Turning to Blitz he then says:

"I certainly don't know who you are, or even how you got here. Though I suspect it might be a rather long story. Care to come upstairs and have a few drinks on me while you tell your tale?"

[poketwo]

".....Since due to your compleate ignorance to what a gun is, then I'll ask you this: What kingdom or Empire or Republic is this town apart of. And who is your lord?"

[Beirus]

"I'm an adventurer. I don't really know for certain if these others are, but I can tell you for certain that the one pointing his weapon at you is a fucking useless idiot and a thief."

Get off of the floor, go with Clint to get beer.

[endlessblaze]

"yawn......got any soda?"

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Eh...I'm down for a drink or two. What ya got? Apple extract? Tomato, maybe?

[FallacyofUrist]

"Our good nation is thankfully a wonderful Republic rather than an Empire, unlike El Dezai. In this nation, El Scaraboth, all have the chance to govern, we have no lord to speak of.

Turning to the others, he says,

"Ah... this is a tavern. We don't have this 'soda' you speak of. You really aren't from around here, are you? Apple extract? We keep a little around to mix into beverages... but certainly not tomato. Well come on then, I've got a story to hear. I'll reserve judgement for the lot of you until then."

Clyde promptly turns around and walks up the stairs.