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[Shoruke]

Good news, everyone!

I'm apparently not leaving town on Saturday, so the session is scheduled to proceed as scheduled. Believe it or not, that previous sentence was completely devoid of redundancy.

[mission0]

Woot!

And for the record, I don't believe it!

[Kogan Loloklam]

I do.

He put it in his calendar to continue his plan to put the session in his calender.

Now what this says about his sanity and record keeping habits I don't know, but it certainly has no redundancy!

[The Fool]

Huzzah! There be gaming here!

EDIT: From a distinct lack of flavor in Van's character I have made another (yes, this is getting a little silly). I made it specifically to be a lot more flavorful and strange so that the style of writing that I use will actually fit the character. I went with a hare hengeyokai named Lepus Rolling Badger since catfolk would doom my chances of hitting for quite a while.

Spoiler: Anyways, here's a wall of text (click to show/hide)

   It all started when Lepus reached the tender age of 50 and he was forced into the wide world of work. He started as traveling courier bringing messages from Rivershire to the other towns to the north. It was a simple job and the pay was good, and it allowed Lepus to travel freely. He always walked a new path with every message he delivered, visited every cave, brook, and forest that he saw just to satisfy his great curiosity. He once met a hare on the road, being the hare that he is he stopped to chat with the creature. He talked for hours with the hare about local foods Following the hare as they talked, he ended up far from where he was suppose to be.

        Lost, he headed to the nearest bar for some local information as a human. It was a small community and the only person who could get him into the next city fast enough was a traveling caravan owner who was sitting at the front of the bar. The only way that he would take him into the city was if he could drink him under the table, but loving both the challenge and the chance for free drinks he leaped at the opportunity. After the first 15 drinks of the local ale Lepus decided to change into his true form for only just a moment. The caravan owner was so shocked that he passed out, but a deal is a deal and the caravan took him into the next town. Unfortunately he was an hour late, and quite drunk still, regardless he headed to the house of a noble to deliver a message.

        The noble opened the door to find a drunk in his doorway, he was handed a letter that faintly smelled of ale. Appalled at the state of the postal system he reported Lepus to the local division of the postal service. Lepus was almost immediately fired. Without a job he headed into town after sobering up. The local blacksmith agreed to teach him the ways of the smithy if became his apprentice for a few years. It was hard learning to craft fine weapons, but it taught him to respect a good blade, even if it wasn’t yours.

        His own project was a chained blade which the smithy scoffed at, for the idea was just unrealistic and nonsensical. Never the less the shape was quite fine, and the blades were like a razor’s edge. When it was put up to be sold the price was high and no one seemed to notice the blade. Even when the price fell dramatically no one seemed interested in the slightest. So Lepus bought his own blade and began to practice with it. The smithy however was right; the blade was unwieldy, unbalanced and often fell off target. The rings grew weak and the blades came apart imbedding them into a nearby house, he quickly ran up to the blades and removed them from the wall. No one had noticed thankfully, but the blade was in a state of disrepair.

        Unable to repair the blade he gathered them, dulled the blades, and kept them in a bag as a memento of his first blade. A second blade would have to be made, one that would have stronger rings and a thinner blade to bring strength and control to the swing. The blacksmith realized what happened and that Lepus was set on building another blade, but wanted him to work on something more productive. Delayed in creating another blade he worked on all kinds of blades from the largest of greatswords to the smallest of woodworking daggers. It was only after a few years of work that the blacksmith decided to declare Lepus a fully fledged blacksmith and gave him a small workshop on the other side of town.

        Freed of his apprenticeship he was free to work on any project he fancied, so he went back to crafting his dreams. Taking projects on the side to fund his chained blades was to say the least, profitable.  It was becoming a habit to head to the local bar when the day’s work was done, and it was there that he found inspiration. When he returned to his small workshop he had found that he had no idea of the inspiration that had befallen him the day before. In sadness he returned to the bar only to find his inspiration staring at him from the bottom of his wine bottle, he bought several more wine bottles and rushed off to his workshop. The night was dark and cold, but he still worked in his shop day in and day out. The neighbours of the workshop complained both of the noise and the smell of alcohol that simply flowed out from the house. Days later Lepus emerged from the dark abyss of his workshop. His weapon had taken a new shape, instead of blades, spikes stood out from the ends of the chain to catch enemies as it swung.

        Eagar to test his new weapon he rushed to the fields outside of town. The spikes were effective and gripped the bark of the nearby trees quite easily, and the rings did not give out. Pleased by the outcome of his weapon but not wanting to return to the dull life of a blacksmith he headed outward to find a new profession where his spike chains could be put to good use. Drawn to the life of a wanderer he chose to be an adventurer, working for those who hire him and going into the unknown. Equipped with a small storehouse of wine and ale he headed out to meet the unknown.

[Kogan Loloklam]

Huzzah! There be gaming here!

EDIT: From a distinct lack of flavor in Van's character I have made another (yes, this is getting a little silly). I made it specifically to be a lot more flavorful and strange so that the style of writing that I use will actually fit the character. I went with a hare hengeyokai named Lepus Rolling Badger since catfolk would doom my chances of hitting for quite a while.

I thought Van had a lot of character. Though I never saw him played...
A Wood elf Monk with a vow of poverty, off to change the world through the teachings of his monastery and his strong faith in Vandria Gilmadrith.
That is quite a bit of character.

[The Fool]

I agree, but I had a distinct lack of in-game flavor. Journals are easy to write in character but to do so in-game is another issue.  The religion that I chose was only in one book and had only one story about the god, and it was short. I had little to write about most of the time and ended up being the mostly silent character who was a little too honest when he did speak. I also didn't like that the VoP stopped me from buying a key item, and that I had to mooch off everyone else for food and shelter. To say the least I didn't like the flavor even though it could have been there.

[Kogan Loloklam]

Why would there be an In-game issue? He's a monk. Discipline and writing are part of the implied package.

[Shoruke]

I had actually been about to make a ruling that plot-critical items can be purchased by a monk with the VoP, from his stash of charity coinage.

[Kogan Loloklam]

The Vow of Poverty in Catholicism.

A vow of poverty doesn't mean they cannot buy plot critical items. The gold they reserve for their order or charity, and would send the gold back to their order or give it to charity or other noble cause. If they require something that is in keeping with the tenants of their order, they could theoretically use that gold for the purpose.

I don't know the exact details revolving around the situation, but I strongly suspect that purchasing the vial of lawful water or whatever it was classifies as an act in keeping within Van's order or religion, as such he would be allowed to use the funds that are supposed to go to charity or his order for the act of buying the vial.

(Of course if he already gave the money to his order or donated it to charity, which he should be periodically doing, he wouldn't have had the money anyway

[Araph]

Woot!

And for the record, I don't believe it!

What!? You don't believe it? Jeez, next you'll probably be saying that 'Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo' isn't a grammatically correct sentence! (Seriously, it actually is.)

[Heron TSG]

I actually thought Van was pretty cool. Him and Maelrigar got to be melee-buddies!

What!? You don't believe it? Jeez, next you'll probably be saying that 'Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo' isn't a grammatically correct sentence! (Seriously, it actually is.)

Actually, no. In order to be correct, it'd need to be "Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.". Here's how it can be parsed.

THE buffalo FROM Buffalo WHO ARE buffaloed BY buffalo FROM Buffalo, buffalo (verb) OTHER buffalo FROM Buffalo.

[Kogan Loloklam]

When did buffalo become a verb?

[Heron TSG]

Ask your friendly internet dictionary.

[Araph]

Gah, the capitals got me. And if I remember correctly, buffalo can be used as a synonym for bullying.

[RAM]

We are leaving the mining town. It was as friendly as I could have hoped, they gave us shelter from the desert, they aided us on our appointed task, and furnished us with the finest craft we could have hoped for without regard to any knowledge of their skills that we could glean from such a thing. And yet we did not all survive the encounter, this does not bode well for our future exploration.

I will have to examine those emeralds, to imbue such a sustained magic on a regular basis would leave one of our artisans greatly diminished. Perhaps they have found a means of channelling power from an external source. Or maybe the gem traps a more mundane magic so to make it unable to diminish...

We <Iinsert what happened to the horses and cart> and set off across the desert in our new ship. The trip was uneventful, though the ship does offer some curiosities, and is much swifter than our previous efforts. Having reached the ruins we can confirm that they are, indeed, in the location described, the maps accuracy does not appear to have been misrepresented. The ruins themselves are indeed ruined, they are the site of such devastation as had never occurred to me to be possible. Apparently the trouble was caused, at least as far as records survived, by relatively minor creatures, I can only imagine that more powerful beings might have been involved, and yet, they do not appear to be present...

We entered the ruins and located some treasures that had survived the battle, which my companions took for themselves, while one of the arcanists left to explore by themselves, and found a monstrous scorpion, which was disabled by some glue and promptly killed. We then returned to the ship and encountered an Azer at the city gates. It seemed to be uncharacteristically calm and rational for a creature of fire, and requests to return to its home plane. Doing so may prove a valuable insight into both the plane and the magics required to banish such a creature. Apparently the creatures summoned here have been attacking one another, which would explain why there are so few. What puzzles me is that they do not seem to be related, coming from different planes, and why the effect ended when the place was destroyed. It is all consistent with an attack, and bears disturbing similarities to the magic we encountered in the mining town. Could it be that our plane is under attack? How do the forces behind this so easily manipulate so many planes?