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consumes slaad eggs internally and set Ambrosia on fire with napalm for a kick

Develops pyromania and sets Potato Slaad on fire

Mom!

The next poster knows what to do for Mother's Day.

That's because I'm orphan dillweed.

The next poster will find me a good home.

You're all banned three days before Christmas. Now zip it, or you het no presents.

Then you loose control.

All along you're just another flush in the John.

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sticks his tongue out at Lisp

The next poster will know how to punt gnomes.

I was just adopted! I finally get Christmas presents!

The next poster had better not put coal in my long stocking. I know I've been a good boy this year.

The Grays probe is banned for trying to lure me on his ship with candy.

Get im Matt!

Aah the waif, come a little closer to this nice bright light, your mom is here and she has candy.

Mommy said never take candy from strangers or strange probes.

Sticks out tongue, looks at The Dragon of Agnor

Breathe on his again!

You do that mister!

Trust us this will not hurt...well at least you wont remember it hurting

That's what you said the last time and I remeber what you did. I want my mommy!

Time to get my pellet rifle!

Even a secret decoder ring? Nah, I still win.

While you dicuss cereal and bedtime, I sneak by and win!

I'm a kid and I win.

Hurray!

:::hugs Mr. Froggy:::

I eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

I stole something out of your pocket and it was a 100.00 dollar bill.

Noooooo!!!!! That's not possible!

Spicy Nacho Slaad wrote:

June Cleaver wrote:

I like to use Doritos when making a casserole. Doritos and laudenum.

Laudenum, ah. That so they can't feel the glass shaving you use as a "special ingediant," Right?

It's mostly so that the Beav doesn't thrash around too much in his restraints.

That's a mother's love I tell ya. I hate to see what the Wrath of Mom look like.

Bastard set me on fire! I sicced my hound on him though, and we had a merry chase through the theatre that ended with him being surrounded at the top of the stairs at gunpoint and being knocked out by the monk from behind.

I hate my short legs sometimes.

I use Boots of Speed.

So... almost got robbed at work tonight by a mob of 8-year-olds. Nothing stolen, but they did a small number on my truck with the rocks they were throwing... Now I have to meet with the police this week and pray to whatever gods there may be that corporate doesn't decide I'm a liability and fire me.

It wasn't me.

I want an ogre.

Hungry and cold, Tristan the Waif attempts to pilfer the coin pouch from Darb the Merchant-Priest. If Tristan succeeds, he have a full belly and a warm place to sleep tonight.

Darb the Merchant-Priest - Wis 19 (He is very observant)

Tristan the Waif - Dex 17 (Yea, he's a slippery waif)

Tristan is a third level rogue needs to perform both Stealth [TB = AM + R + MM] and Sleight of Hand [TB = AM + R + MM] skill checks

Tristan has a guardian angel watching him so he gains a +02 circumstance bonus

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 28
Sleight of Hand/Pick Pocket: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 25

Darb is a seventh level LE cleric of Ayeares, God of Law and Taxes, performing an important courier service in the name of righteousness and government service. He gets two perception checks.

Darb has Owl's Wisdom in effect prior to the encounter.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 7 + 3 = 30
Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 7 + 3 = 25

Although, Darb notices the young waif behind him and of to his side he has yet to pay attention to him. Both tied on the Sleight of Hand and Perception skills check, so the dice must be rolled again.

Tristan - Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 17
Darb - Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 7 + 3 = 18

Darb spots Tristan by one. Darb reaches to grab the young waif and must roll a BAB [+8] to succeed verses Tristan AC. This is consider a touch attack, but Tristan is allowed to retain his dexterity modifier and circumstance bonus. Tristan's AC is 15.

Tristan's AC 15 vs. 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

TIE!

Tristan uses his Dodge feat against Darb and gains a +01 to his AC.

Tristan's AC 16 vs. Darb's attack roll 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Darb misses. Seeing an opening, Tristan makes one more attempt at Darb's coin pouch. Darb, wearing Bracers of Armor +04 neglected to wear his chain mail and settled for weaing his masterwork leather.

His AC 02 + 02 + 04 = 18 verses Tristans Sleight of Hand roll substituted for his BAB. Tristan's target is the coin pouch, not Darb

Darb's AC 18 vs. Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 21

Success! Tristan cuts the pouch free with speed and determination and is off with it while Darb is yelling for the city guards.

"Are you okay?" she asked LK, concerned. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm glad you thought it was cool, Tristan. I wasn't too happy about it. I don't like the feeling that I'm being used like a tool. I don't like this place. It's bad. Everything is fuzzy here. It's real but not. I'm glad the snake-thing is gone. Let's get what we came here for and get out quickly ourselves."

Arielle wrote:

"Are you okay?" she asked LK, concerned. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm.. not sure. It almost felt like.. something was missing, and it was harder to change without it."

After a moment, he stops shaking and settles down.

"That lightning, and Tristan's armor.. really cool."

:::Yea, the lightning bolt and the wolf ride. I can't wait to do that again.::: He smiles, :::Arielle, Kiba, are you all right. That snake-demon didn't hear you to much did it?:::

He gasps and he jerks his head suddenly to Solmyr.

:::Uncle Solmyr, I can hear the family and they want our help. They say there's more snakes. I can take us to them.:::

Without waiting, the proceeds towards the lower deep of the family home.

":::My armor! It's dissolving..."

Tristans looks in awe as his armor dissolves like so much smoke. He looks at Arielle.

":::That lightning was so cool...:::"

:::Fire a bolt of lightning into my chest. I think I can do something neat with my armor.:::

[Slice Beat Kill Repeat]

:::Go Little Kiba! I'm protected. We can attack.:::

Tristan the Waif wrote:

Little Kiba strikes true and flame races off the ethereal snake to some effect. He hisses in pain then roars loudly as it continues to fly pass the wolfling and out the reception room door. The doubles the paces and energy of its flight.

:::I heard my Uncle's thoughts. Oh no. It doesn't want me. It's going after the spell pool. Follow it!:::

Tristan somehow breaks away from the group and races after it.

"Get back here you belly-dragger! Slither on back here and fight like you have fangs!"

Shifting in a large wolf, he runs after Tristan and the snake, leaving a stone wolf next to Arielle so she can catch up. Once he's close enough to Tristan, he flips him up into the air so he lands on Lk's back, and keeps running after the serpent.

:::You're a kid mage right? Got any magic that can slow down or hurt it?:::

:::I can try!:::

Grasping Little Kiba's fur with one hand, and extends the other hand. Tristan concentrates then fires a bolt of blue energy at the ethereal serpent and strikes it in its mid-section. The entwined creatures lurches at the impact stops and turns to face the wolf and it rider. It begins to grow in size.

As Arielle and Devlyn catches up to the others, she too see the serpent growing larger. Angry, it's poised to attack!

Little Kiba strikes true and flame races off the ethereal snake to some effect. He hisses in pain then roars loudly as it continues to fly pass the wolfling and out the reception room door. The doubles the paces and energy of its flight.

:::I heard my Uncle's thoughts. Oh no. It doesn't want me. It's going after the spell pool. Follow it!:::

Tristan somehow breaks away from the group and races after it.

Arielle wrote:

Arielle examines the goo, her green eyes wide. "Well, this is new. I've never seen anything like this before. I think it's probably from someplace my mom wouldn't let me go. It's all....oh, what's that word? I don't know. But it's not something friendly, that's for certain."

"This place feels like it's moving. It's like a kite being pulled along by the wind. We don't have long."

"That's a nice way to put it. Since the boundaries of the Abyss are most likely not on your list of safe places, we should hurry and get that gem."

"Tristan, any chance you may know where it is?"

:::I think it's this way.:::

:::Gross! Demon loogies!:::

He wipes some off his eyes and face

:::Kiba, Is it me? Why do you look darker.:::

Tristan takes Arielle and Little Kiba and motions them to join him.

:::This is bad. I can feel it.::

The roof window shake and quivers a the heavy rumbling grows louder as it approaches the estrate yard. The rumbling sounds louder, more like hoven footsteps and the party looks up and verses through the ceiling from their particular locations in the front room.

Above them, they see large demonic minotaurs, Goristo stepping over the house, but their appearance is almost ethereal. Their threat however is not.

:::What was that?! Why am I shivering?:::

:::...but...:::

For Little Kiba and Arielle only. No peaking.

Okay everybody, see you at the House at the Edge of Eternity

:::Uncle Solmyr, anyone, someone, make that snake go away!:::

:::Not really, but it needs to be done.::: He looks at his uncle glumly. :::You'll keep us won't you Uncle Solmyr, Sir.:::

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

He huffs.

I hate venturing into the unknown.

"But it's so much fun! There's even enough of us here to use pack tactics..."

Tristan smiles and tries to laugh. It's a harsh sound, but it clearly comes across to the others.

Tristand tugs on Solmyr's cloak.

:::Are you going to finish the rest. You know, about Zhalail.:::

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

Thuhl also has a pet, a spell guardian called Thrasher, heavily modified and is capable of holding multiple enchantment. The Spell Guardian can also absorb matter to increase its bulk, strength, and durability. It can also duplicate the physical properties of what it absorbs."

Lk looks at Tristan and Arielle.

"Could Thrasher be the big rock thing we fought that day in the Bazaar?"

:::No, I think that was Nailz's doing. But maybe he had help.:::

"I'll take care of Nailz if he shows his ugly face again."

:::I'm with you. I have a score to settle with him.:::

"So does Tristan have to absorb these gems in order to neutralize their effectiveness? And if Zhalail has to have all three to do what she needs to do, why exactly do we need to take Tristan to his old home, other than to secure this third gem and keep it out of her hands?"

Tristan looks at Devlyn.

::That's were my spirits are telling me to go.::

Tristan the Waif wrote:

Tristan look dumbfounded and a bit astonished at his uncle. His youthful ear not quite grasping the complexity of the situation. His telepathy broadcasting for all those to hear.

::My mother and father, they loved me, did they?::

:Based on what I felt from them during my brief contact with their spirits, I believe that they did love you, Tristan. Very much.:

Arielle wrote:

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

The Dalesman wrote:

"Conceived and bred?" Devlyn repeats, doing his level best to keep his voice calm and even.

"Yes. His conception as well as any future children were in the works before Decca then later Vallashan struck. Tristan was to be the first of his family. A sorcerer with the ability to tap into his ancestral spell pool. He, and they would have a cornucopia of spells at their disposal. You have heard of a spell pool, have you not?"

Solmyr sighs deeply. "The Demachs, except for myself do not marry and have children out of fidelity and love. Our marriages are arranged and contracted, often before we are ten or eleven years of age."

"That's stupid."

He smiles at the wind sprite. "That's what I told them too."

Tristan look dumbfounded and a bit astonished at his uncle. His youthful ear not quite grasping the complexity of the situation. His telepathy broadcasting for all those to hear.

::My mother and father, they loved me, did they?::

"Let's go then! The longer we talk, the less time we have to get to Tristan's gem. Come on Tristan, Arielle, let's go."

He makes another wolf for Tristan and waits for him to hop on it.

::Kiba. Wait. Let's hear what my uncle has to say.::

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

"Tristan is my nephew."

He lays his staff down on the ground.

"Consider this a gesture of my good will."

The gnome steps forward, looking hostile. "Solmyr, please note that failure to comply with Servant procedure is seen as an open act of defiance and will be dealt with accordingly. So I strongly recommend you simply tell us: Exactly what is going on?"

He holds out his staff, blocking Tristan's path. "Patience. Remember that we are facing mages. Illusions are possible."

Tristan throws him a dirty irritated look.

::Stuff it pickle-nose. That's Uncle Solmyr. He doesn't do illusions.::

Tristan moves around the staff and proceeds forward.