[ We find Our Heroes at a four-way interesection a short way inside the dungeon. They've just come out of a terriffic fight in which many mooks were laid low(er). Kenji picked up a couple of scratches, and Ariake made friends with one of the constructs, after a fashion. ] [ It's been a long day, thus far, but Our Heroes are ready for more dungeon-crawling adventure!!! Well, prolly. ] [ Session Start! ] ... right. Seylin, did you ever get around to disarming those pressure plates? * Seylin finishes putting her tools away. "Just finished!" * Patrick pats Seylin on the back. "Good job!" ~_^ Good. Seylin, if you would check the right hall. Patrick, the left. * Ariake nods. "Way to go!" Thanks! And okay. * Patrick nods and starts checking the left hallway for baddies. * Seylin goes to check the right hallway. * Istvan walks a bit behind both of them. "I'll do security, I guess." * Alcinoe is near Will, in the back, because... yes, that's where she is. [ Neither Seylin nor Patrick find any more intact baddies. They do find traces of more that used to be there some time ago; the two halls curve back towards the entrance for about 50 feet before emtying into a 20x30 room, and from there into another, straighter passage leading almost back to the entrance. ] [ Things they see - wear on the floor, brass metal here and there - suggest that these halls used to be full of more of those sphere constructs. Quite a welcome. ] Where do the paths lead, guys? * Seylin comes back. "Mine's a dead end." Looks like there used to be lots more of those sphere things at one time. * Ariake hmms. "That's quite a lot of resources..." Patrick? Paaaaaaatrick... * Seylin blinkblinks. "Patrick?" * Patrick raises an eyebrow. "I can hear you. But pretty much what Sey's is." * Seylin lets out a small sigh of relief. * Patrick grins. "Just thinkin' about something. In particular, how the hell he filled this place up with those." Okay. Left and right are dead ends. Anything of interest at all down those hallways? Yeah. It'd take a lot of materials to build those... and nope, nothing that I saw. Just rooms. * Istvan looks back at the others. "Looks like we're going straight ahead." Quite. Seylin, you're on point. Istvan, with me. Okay! Patrick and Ariake in the middle, Alicnoe and Will on rearguard. * Ariake nods, and moves back. * Seylin takes point and starts heading forward, always keeping a lookout for traps and other things of such nature. * Istvan nods. "Well armored though I am, I'd rather not test my armoring skills against a pit of spikes." * Alcinoe snickers. * Patrick has his bow out and an arrow drawn as he follows carefully. He chuckles. [ The hallway stops going forward twenty feet from the intersection, after which it turns to the west, or your right. ] * Istvan has his war pick resting on his shoulder, as per usual. No flames, though. That'd just be dumb. * Seylin peers carefully around the corner. [ The hallway continues to the west for fifty feet, then starts gradually turning to the north. ] * Istvan stays about even with Kenji, a few feet behind Seylin, trying his best not to make TOO much noise. * Seylin starts heading down the west turn, still keeping alert. * Will kicks at random pieces of brass as he walks at the end of the party. * Ariake walks along, looking around carefully. [ After about 100 feet of this, there's a recess in the west side of the wall containing - yes, it's three more brass spheres. They all emerge from themselves while saying ] * Alcinoe clanks. Face it, she's not quiet. Incoming! Aw, another one? * Patrick rolls his eyes and aims his bow forward. "Bring'em." * Seylin flies back and out of Kenji and Istvan's way. * Istvan falls into a ready stance. "Seems like a bit of overkill..." [ Two of them sprout swords and stand in front of the third, whose arm develops into a crossbow. ] More spheres? I like undeads more... * Ariake raises an arm. "We'll get plenty soon, I'm sure..." [ Init! ] ... archer golem. s'new. Perfect. 's also dead. Ah dunno about like undead, but Ah'm more used ta them, that's for sure. Yeah. That's what I meant. How do they change form like that? [ Istvan, go! ] * Istvan charges into melee with one of the swordbots, muttering in dwarves to bathe his war pick in flames as he brings said pick down at the golem in a diagonal overhand strike. * Ariake is peering at it, well, as closely as is safe. "It must be some kind of special alloy that reacts with magic..." [ Istvan's pick digs into the sphere construct, which throws off a few sparks and announces that it's been damaged. ] Cool. [ Kenji! ] * Istvan mutters. "You better damn well be damaged..." [ The sphere doesn't seem to know quite how to take that. ] * HKenji steps past Seylin, his blades seeming almost to fly into his hands, and they blur into motion. * HKenji tries not to wince as his katana strikes sparks off the edge of one golem's sword. [ Patrick, go! ] * Patrick aims at the one with the crossbow and lets lose a series of four shots. [ The archer construct takes two arrows and announces that it's been damaged. It then fires back at patrick, and the two constructs with swords advance on Istvan and Kenji, respectively. ] [ Kenji takes two slashes from one of the swordbots, while the other flails uselessly at Istvan, it's sword never breaking his armor. Meanwhile, the one with the crossbow hits Patrick, it's quarrel catching in the meat of his shoulder. ] [ Will, go! ] * Will mutters a quick prayer to Bahamut. A warm soft light surrounds both Ariake and Will before disappearing. * Ariake blinks. "Thanks, Will!" * Patrick takes the hit in the shoulder. He glances over at it and grins back at El-Machino. * Seylin eeps softly, then glares at the crossbow construct. * Will grins. "Your Welcome, Ari. This should help against those stray arrows that Pat forgets to block for ya." [ Seylin, go! ] Ha ha. * Alcinoe snickers. "'e's got a point." * Ariake grins. * Seylin swoops forward, past Kenji and Istvan, and goes for one of the sword-wielding constructs. [ Seylin stabs the one Istvan had already hit, and it complains some more, adding this time that there was a stack overflow in some module or another -- and its sword pops back into its arm, replaced by another crossbow like the one in back. ] Oh, great, error handling... Take that! [ The construct does take that. ] [ Alcinoe, go! ] Alcinoe, switch with me. * Alcinoe nods and moves forward, bringing her sword to bear and attacking the construct Kenji was working on previously. * HKenji steps back to let Alcinoe take his place. * Alcinoe brings her sword up and around, actually aiming for the creature's sword. Her sword shatters the construct's weapon as it makes contact. Upon reaching the end of her swing, she slashes up and to the opposite side, intent on rending a gash into it. [ Alcinoe breaks its sword! Mean ol' Alcinoe. The construct makes vocal note of this, sounding ever so slightly exasperated, and its arm switches into a crossbow. After it's damaged in Alcinoe's followup attack, it announces the results of that, too. ] [ Ariake, go! ] * Ariake aims at the constructs, and casts...Magic Missile! [ Ariake's magic missiles impact on the one in front of Istvan, and it kaputs! ] [ Istvan, go! ] Yay, Ariake! * Istvan sees that Alci has a handle on hers, and charges ahead towards the far one with the crossbow. * Istvan tears into it with a downward diagonal strike, pulls out his war pick, spins in a surprisingly deft move for a guy his side, and digs the pick into the golem's side with a spinning horizontal strike. [ The construct Isty attacked collapses, venting steam! ] [ One construct left, and it's Kenji's turn! ] * Seylin cheers! * HKenji falls back behind Alcinoe, back to stand with Will as rearguard. His katana remains in his hand for the time being, however. [ Patrick, go! ] * Patrick continues pelting the construct with arrows. Go artillery! [ The construct deflects two arrows with it's shield, but takes another one to the center torso! ] [ The construct rolls backwards down the hall about ten feet, taking a shot at Istvan as it goes! ] [ The quarrel bounces harmlessly off Istvan's armor, however. ] [ Will, go! ] * Will lays a hand on Kenji and casts a quick & easy healing spell. [ Seylin, go! ] * HKenji frowns at bit at Will, but forgives him for forgetting in the heat of battle. * Will didn't notice the frown at all as he concentrates on healing. * Seylin takes off after the remaining construct and swings at it, sparks flying from her halberd. [ Seylin misses! Much to the disappointment of her fans. ] [ Alcinoe, go! ] * Alcinoe keeps her focus on the construct before her, bringing slicing high and then low, but she manages to miss both times. She frowns. [ Ariake, go! ] * Ariake casts another Magic Missile, this time at the construct Alci just missed. [ The missiles hit! As always. The construct still stands, even if just barely. ] [ Istvan'll fix that for us, I bet. Go, Istvan! ] * Istvan turns around, and stomps back toward the third construct, scowling. "Enough of this..." [ Istvan takes it apart! Combat over. ] * Istvan spits, then mutters in dwarven, the flames sheathing his war pick fading away. "Everyone okay?" * Ariake nods. "Those things were tough..." * Patrick looks over at the bolt that barely penetrated his chain shirt. He pulls it out with a good yank. "Yeah, I should be fine." * Seylin looks at Patrick. "Are you sure? Do you want me to take a look at it?" * HKenji frowns a little and thinks for a moment. Alcinoe, you will remain in the front line with Istvan, for now, with Seylin scouting. Yeah. We gotta get you a real suit of armor, Kenji. I have boxers that offer more protection. * Alcinoe looks at Kenji for a moment, then says, "Sure." No, it's fine, really. * Patrick smiles warmly at Seylin. * HKenji looks somewhat pained, and it's not from his wounds. * Seylin smiles a little back at him. "Okay." I know you do the speed thing... whatever. * Seylin heads back to the front to go scouting again. * Istvan follows behind Seylin, waiting a bit for Alci to catch up. * Ariake shrugs, and follows. * Will looks Kenji over one last time. "Do you require any more healing?" * HKenji homes his sword and follows along beside Will. He actually brings out his bow after a moment's thought and strings it quickly. I am... quite healthy. You do know how to use that thing, don't ya Kenji? * Alcinoe clanks along with Istvan. I do. Not so well as you, but then, I am no Wasp. * Patrick smirks. "I'll take that as a complement." [ The hall continues north for 20 feet, then turns to the east. ] * Istvan waves at Alci. "Welcome to the land of the meat shield." *grins* You should. The Wasp are said to be able to put an arrow through a fly's eye at a thousand yards. * Seylin peers around the turn. [ Seylin sees nothing but thirty feet of hall. After that, there's another turn to the north. ] * Alcinoe grins back at Istvan. "Ah'm more a' one than most a' the clerics at school." * Seylin makes an "all clear" motion and starts proceeding down the hall, still keeping alert. * Ariake follows! * Istvan follows along. "S'a crappy job, but someone's gotta do it, right?" Being a bodyguard is an important and honorable job. Ah, it ain't so bad. An' yeah, someone's gotta. * HKenji looks quite displeased at his new station in the rear, but holds it nontheless. [ After the next turn, there's a flight of stairs leading up. It's about ten feet high, twenty feet long. ] * Alcinoe goes along, sword drawn. * Patrick keeps going, bow drawn. Mmm, drawing. I'll draw poker! * Seylin keeps going, still checking. Let's put it this way. I dislike getting stabbed, bashed, slashed, fried, and somesuch. A lot. But I can take it better, so... it's either take it, or let those less able to take it. And I can't do that. [ Up the stairs is more hallway - fifty feet of it, and then a turn to the west. ] I don't think anybody like what you just described Isty. * Seylin proceeds! Then peeks around the next corner. Well, yeah. Just saying. If I had a choice, I'd be quick enough to dodge around all these attacks, rather'n just toughing them out. But I ain't, so I gotta make the best of it. * Ariake looks around the hallway as they walk. [ Seylin sees some more hallway! Lots of it, but with two archways on the south side not far ahead. ] * Seylin looks back at the group. "Two archways to the south side up ahead." Traps, ambush. Ambush, traps. Choices, choices. [ As you all round the corner, you're 20 feet from the first archway. ] Sey? Any traps? * Alcinoe lets out a breath, listening. Nothing yet. Going to check the archway. * Seylin pulls the hood of her cloak up and carefully heads over to the first archway. * Istvan follows a few feet behind, motioning for Alci to follow along. * Seylin looks back. "I don't see anything." [ A look through the arch reveals a set of stairs leading down ten feet, at the end of which is a room with two treasure chests in it! Meanwhile, Seylin hears two voices say, ] Ack, more things! * Ariake cracks her knuckles. "Again...?" Again! * Istvan falls into a ready stance. "This is getting old..." Again. * Alcinoe does as well. "All right. Let's get this over with." I am coming to despise these... what did you call them, Ariake? Automated defenses? * Seylin flies back and out of the way of the first melee group. * Ariake nods. "More or less." * Ariake blinks, and then smiles slightly. "Hey, I don't think they can get up here. Mind if I just take care of it?" Go for it! * Patrick grins. "Be my guest." Really? They can't climb stairs? Go ahead. * Istvan steps aside for Ariake. * Ariake steps forward, takes a test swing, and then casts a Fireball down the stairs! [ The two constructs move up to the stairs, pause, move back a little, move forward a little. Move back a little, move forward a little. Seems they can't figure these stair things out. ] [ Boom! The constructs are badly damaged. ] [ They complain about this some. ] Hmmm... * Ariake follows it up with a Lightning Bolt. [ Zot! The constructs fall apart, complaining in unison about a kernel panic. ] ... yeah, that did it. * Ariake smiles widely. "Ahhh...feels good to cut loose once in a while." Good job, Ariake. Thanks! * Patrick whistles. "Impressive." Sey, check again for traps? I don't like the whole "two treasure chests sitting in the middle of a room" thing. You got it! * Seylin heads down to check for more traps. * Patrick pulls Seylin to the side and quickly whisper to her before she goes off to check. * Seylin whispers back. * Istvan waits at the top of the stairs for Sey. ... gotta say, slinging fire and lightning beats the hell outta doing things the old fashioned way. * Seylin stops. "Acid trap. Right there." She points at the off-middle step. * Alcinoe nods. ... remember my list of stuff I didn't like? Add melting. Nasty. An' burnin'? What about freezing? Acid is one of your nastier inventions. Burning, freezing, melting, getting the life energy drained, leaving me a withered husk... it all pretty much blows. Don't forget mind control. * Alcinoe winces. "Yeah, that's a bad one." Forgot about that. * Seylin looks at it for a moment, then shakes her head. "Can't get rid of it. I can fly over it, or we could all just avoid stepping on that particular step. The rest looks clear." Let's see... There's also implosion and electrical overload. Sounds like a plan, Seylin. Mmm. Can just skip the step, and I could help the shorter- legged among us over it. * Seylin pulls a piece of chalk out of her haversack and marks the trapped step. [ Very gently, Seylin marks the trap. It does not go off, which might hurt its feelings. ] s'just that step? Yep, just this one. [ The treasure chests beckon. ] * Seylin flies over the trapped step and down, landing in front of the chests. She begins looking *them* over for traps while the others head down. All right. * Istvan holsters his war pick, checks his balance, and carefully steps over the step, onto the next one. Anyone needs a hand over it, lemme know. * Alcinoe heads down, carefully skipping that step. * Ariake skips the step as well. * Patrick grins and steps back, running forward and making a clean leap down all the stairs to the lower floor. * Will hugs the wall and carefully steps over the marked step as he makes his way down. * HKenji flicks an ankle and hops up, feet catching on the wall. He simply walks down the wall to the base of the stairs. * Istvan sees everyone making it okay, unholsters his pick, and climbs down, stopping a bit behind Sey. * Seylin blinks. "Okay, this is strange. Looks like these chests *were* trapped... but someone else got to them first." The locks are damaged. What, triggered the traps? Maybe a previous attempt at getting into this dead wizard's place? Or whoever took it over and started sending out the bugs of zombification... ... is zombification even a word? Hmmm, good point... If it wasn't before, it is now! I don't see why not. * Patrick smiles. Traps disarmed. Should I try opening them anyway? Oh, cool. I'm a vocabular innovator. * Istvan pumps his fist! * Alcinoe snerks. * Ariake grins. * Seylin looks at the chests again. "I can't get them open. The locks are too badly damaged. We could use the brute force method, though." * Seylin steps out of the way of whoever wants to try. * Ariake is already well back. ... I can do brute force. * Alcinoe nods. "Yeah." She steps over to the chest closer to her, gripping her sword with both hands. She lets out a shout, bringing it down solidly on the chest. * Istvan rears back, and swings at the chest with the blunt end of his war pick. [ Alci smashes one of the chests open! Inside is what looks to be a toolbelt, and something looking like a cross between a mace and a torch; it even has a burning flame in it. ] [ Istvan chops the lock off his, but the chest collapses anyway, gems and gold pouring out of it. ] Shiny! Oh, Tia's gonna be sorry that she missed this! * Patrick whistles. That's a good deal of cash. * Seylin peers at the toolbelt and mace/torch thing. * Ariake is looking over Seylin's shoulder at the toolbelt. ... okay. Someone stand guard with me while the rest of you take inventory. Ah'll do it. * Will is looking at the toolbelt too. "Any idea what that thing is, Sey?" [ The mace/torch is a bashing implement + fire, evidently. ] * Alcinoe does, in fact, go to do just that. * Seylin picks up the toolbelt. * Seylin looks it over carefully. [ The toolbelt has many largeish pouches. ] * Patrick starts counting up the coinage and stuff. Ooh, this looks useful... * Seylin opens up a pouch! [ There's stuff inside! Seylin recognizes a set of exquisitely crafted lockpicks. ] * Seylin pulls out a lockpick. "Ooh, nice!" * Ariake looks at it. "Very!" Even nicer than my old set! * Seylin opens another pouch. * Seylin finds various and sundry nifty things. "Wow, it's like it was just made for me!" She looks at Ariake. "You mind if I keep most of this for now? We can sort stuff out later, but it looks really good for messing with traps." * Istvan walks over to Alci as they stand guard, idly bouncing his war pick up and down on his shoulder. "Ever wonder why people leave treasure chests filled with stuff in the middle of random rooms like this?" * Ariake nods. "No problem! I don't do much that needs those tools, so..." Just so people like us could take them. * Seylin puts the toolbelt on. Yay, girl with tools. ^_^ Thanks! * Alcinoe shrugs. Ah dunno. Could be 'cause they got nothin' better to do than play games with adventurers. Anybody want a firey mace? Not me. Will? * Patrick shrugs. "I don't." * Will shakes his head. "Nah." You could probably use it for bashin' skellies, Istvan. You know, things that don't slice-and-dice easily. * Istvan twirls his pick 180 degrees, showing off the blunt end. "I got that covered, Patrick." I'm not really used to blunt weapons... I can always find a use for it. We can either sell it, or someone might want it as a backup weapon. I'd say sell it. We have enough glowing daggers already. Well, if you guys are ready to go, I'm ready. Just watch the step on the way back. * Ariake nods. [ The stairs leading up beckon. Both sets. Only one's marked, tho. ] * HKenji holds out his hand for the mace. "I will take care of the matter, if nobody has objections?" Fine by me! Gonna sell it or somethin', Kenji? * Alcinoe shakes her head. "Not from me." Go ahead Kenji. * Patrick nods. I will find a purpose for it. * HKenji takes the mace and slides it into his sleeve. Don't burn yourself. * Istvan raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he heads for the stairs they came down, being VERY careful to step OVER the acid trap stair. * Alcinoe follows. Clank clank clank careful step clank clank. * Patrick heads back OVER the acid trapped stair too. No clank here, stupid clerics. They're so full of shit. :P * Alcinoe thinks Patrick is full of shit, for the record. Stupid archers. * Will follows too! *clank clank* * Ariake follows cautiously. * Seylin flies back up and over the stairs. * HKenji bounces up the walls handily. [ The hallway continues to the west. ] * Seylin continues to the west as well. Still looking! * Istvan gets back into proper formation, a bit behind Sey. * Ariake follows! [ After fifty feet or so, the hallway widens to twenty feet wide and thirty high. There's also a branch to the south. ] * Patrick follows! * Alcinoe clanks, also behind Sey and in front of the rest of you mooks. 'Cept Isty. Isty's cool. * Istvan doesn't so much clank as thud. Dragonscale and all. * Seylin goes forward, then peers down the south branch. [ The branch leading to the south is twenty feet wide and twenty deep. At it's end is a 70-foot square room, with four very large stone pillars at the four corners of a stair-lined depression into the floor. ] Okay, this looks interesting. Hmm... [ At the bottom of the depression is a raised dias with a beautiful-looking sword stuck into it. The sword looks to be gold with a deep, jet-black inlay. Or perhaps black with gold inlay. It's hard to tell which. ] * Istvan peeks in behind - and over - Seylin. "I'm tempted to say we should keep going, but I don't like the idea of leaving an unexplored area on our rear." ... and DAMN that's a nice sword. I have a bad feeling about it... It could be an evil cursed sword! Seylin, check the area. * Alcinoe looks around, then fixes her eye on the sword. "... Yeah. Somebody should check that." Right! * Seylin begins checking. Check check check. * Istvan follows behind her... Double check if you don't spot anything at first, Sey... this is just too blatent. Doing so right now. * Seylin gasps and stops in her tracks. Traps *everywhere*. * Patrick smirks. "Figures." * Alcinoe nods. On the stairs, between the pillars, on the pedestal... so many of them! * Will nods. I say we leave this alone. Right now. ... see, this is where a lasso might come in handy. * Alcinoe looks thoughtful. * Patrick doesn't looks like he wants to, but... "Yeah, we probably should." Can'tcha fly, Seylin? Ah'm wonderin' if ya can go over 'em. Well... the traps don't go all the way up the pillars. They stop about there. Or one of those nifty 'lift with your mind' spells. * Seylin points about twenty feet up. Very tricky... Anyone tell if the sword's magical at all? No sense trying to get around a crapload of traps for a pretty lookin' ceremonial sword. Hmm, just a second. * Ariake walks over, and casts a spell in the direction of the sword. * Alcinoe whispers a quick prayer as well, fixing her gaze on the sword. It's magical, but not enchanted. Ain't evil, either. ... what's the differnce between magical and enchanted? It's part of what it's made of, not a spell added later on. * Patrick nods. ... magical materials? Oooooooooh... That's some expensive shit right there. * Will hrmms. "Any idea what might happen when the traps are triggered?" * Patrick nods. I'm guessin' something that'll kill you. ... hey, couldn't we just send Ariake's new pet robot in there to trigger all the traps, then walk in afterwards? * Will sighs. "How, Pat? Fire? Acid? Knives?" Acid and fire, actually. * Alcinoe tilts her head. "Could try, yeah." * Ariake blinks. "That's a good idea..." * Ariake walks over to the robot, and tinkers with the programming for a minute. * Istvan stares at the sword... then his eyes go wide. "Holy fucking shit in a stone..." That sword... s'made of freakin' ebony! No shit? It what?! * Patrick takes a good close look at it. "No shit." You're kidding me! * Will thinks out loud. "Well, I could buff someone against fire and acid...Ebony?!?" * Alcinoe blinks, then whistles. No wonder it's so well-trapped! * Istvan drools. "... every forger dreams of getting his hands on ebony. It's the ultimate weapon material." * Alcinoe eyes Istvan. Uh, Istvan? * Seylin looks over at Istvan. "Eww." Yer gettin' spit on yer chin. * Patrick edges away from Istvan. ... the weapons I could make with that... heh heh... Istvan? You're starting to scare me. * Ariake grins. "I know how he feels. And..." She closes the panel. "Done. Shall we try setting off the traps?" * Istvan blinks, and wipes off his chin. "Eh heh. Sorry. Most forgers never even *see* ebony." Enough ebony to make that sword... you *might* be able to buy it with that big block of platinum we gave to the Axebeards. On the down side, it's heavy as hell. But who cares? It's freakin' EBONY. * Alcinoe snickers. "All right. If ya think yer ready, Ariake." It's not all in the materials. Okay! Everyone, it might be good to stand back a bit. * Seylin gets well back. * Alcinoe does that. She clanks backwards! * Istvan steps back, then looks at Kenji like he's just announced that he's a giant trout. "Kenji. It's ebony." * Will steps away from the trapped room too. * Ariake points the robot in the direction of the room, and sets it off! [ The robot rolls along! Into the trap! Which sprays forth acid and flame, and the construct quickly melts. Very quickly. ] Oh, dear. [ As the last bits of brass spread into a film over the top of the acid, the stone holding the sword evidently gets eaten away, because the sword starts to tip to one side. ] ... Umm, Sey? Going! Careful Sey! * Seylin takes off, practically touching the ceiling first as she goes over the high trap, then diving down to snatch the sword from the acidic mess. [ Seylin snatches the sword! Arthur never had it so easy. ] * Seylin swoops back over and away, then touches down in front of the group. She lifts the sword triumphantly. Ta-da! * Will cheers. "Go Sey!" ... can I hold it for a second, please? * Alcinoe claps. Clankity. Sure! But you're never gonna let it go after this, are you? ^_~ Well done! [ The sword drips acid which dissolves bits of the floor. ] * Seylin holds it out to Isvan. "Um. Might wanna be careful, though. It's still a bit drippy." ... maybe. >_> <_< * Istvan takes the sword by the handle, and holds it out in front of him, about eye level. Sorry you had to lose your friend, Ariake. * Patrick grins and gives Seylin a high-five. * Seylin beams and spontanous-hugs Patrick. * Ariake grins, not entirely undisturbingly. "Ah, well...it gave me some good ideas." Yeah, I'll bet you can make something awesome now! [ Suddenly, you all realise that you've been traveling or dungeon-crawling for the last twelve hours. ] * Patrick hugs Seylin back. * Istvan goes googly eyed. "Moradin's beard, the craftsmanship on this... if it weren't sharp and dripping acid, I'd be cuddling it right now." Yeah, an' then it'll go straight through yer armor. We could buy a freakin' dragon with this... * Patrick cracks his neck. "Mind if I take a few swings before Alci start's hugging it?" * Istvan eyes the sword longingly, and sighs. * Alcinoe looks appaled. "Ah ain't gonna *hug* the thing." But since I don't use swords, and melting this down would be a crime... * Istvan holds it out to Alci. Sure you aren't. ~_^ It is a really pretty sword. * Seylin is still beaming. She did something really good that made her friends really happy! Galahad himself is probably looking down right now and saying "Damn, I want a sword like that!" You know he is. Unlikely. Even with as little as I know, that seems unlikely. Just go along with it Kenji. * Alcinoe sheathes her current sword and snickers, taking it. "Ah doubt it." She blinks, not dropping the sword, but tests it. "It's heavier than Ah'm used to." ... okay, point. s'gonna be at least double the weight you're used to. But ebony is so sharp, it makes adamantite look like jello. What in the world is jello? I didn't think it was that heavy... * Alcinoe raises an eyebrow. "Ah dunno." * Alcinoe laughs. Yer just really strong, Seylin. * Ariake is leaning against a wall, lost in a happy little world of her own. * Patrick pats Seylin. "You are." ~_^ * Seylin giggles. "Guess I forget I am sometimes." ... of course, we could also sell it, get vorpal weapons for all, and still have enough to build a nice little temple to Galahad. Or five. ... nah. * Alcinoe chuckles. Ebony's so rare, and so powerful, it'd be idiocy to let it go. * Ariake nods. * Will grins. "How does it feel Alci? Holding a sword that is worth a small country?" It's special. We can't *not* keep it. ^_^ * Patrick nods. "And make sure nobody steals it." Yes. I'd start sleeping with my sword under my pillow if I were you. *grins* We should retreat for the moment. Some of us have been using up resources rather quickly. * HKenji gives Ariake a look, in particular. ... sounds like a good plan. Find a room we can secure, rest, guard it in shifts. * Ariake snaps out it. "Uh? ...sorry." * Alcinoe shrugs. "Feels like Ah'm holdin' a heavy sword." She offers it to Will. "You wanna try?" Balance is really nice, though. * Alcinoe grins. * Will takes the sword and grunts. "Wow. This is pretty heavy." * Alcinoe chuckles. "Yeah. If ya all decide Ah'm keepin' this, it'll take some gettin' used to." You'll have plenty of time to practice. But right now, I'm feeling a little tired... You can always buy a pair of those strength-enhancing bracers if you need to. * Will gives it back to Alci. "Yeah. You should keep this." * Alcinoe nods with an almost sheepish smile. "Ah might have to. Thanks." * Istvan sighs. "Why doesn't anyone make ebony war picks and leave they laying around on pedestals?" Maybe we'll find one later. Same reason they don't make other things out of ebony. ... anyway. Kenji's right. Let's get some rest. * Ariake nods. [ And so they went and rested for a while. Session End! ]