Sunday Group RP Forum

RP'ing in Forums - Some forums are In Character only,- MY HOPE - is that this invests you into your character's persona, we get 4-5 hours a day live RP'ing and while that works, its often going to be very time sensitive RP, ie puzzles, combat, chase scenes, etc. The format for the RP forums are as follows: LOCATION : where you are DATE/TIME : day and time you are starting/stopping some behavior WHO : Who is around you, or who you are looking for. WHAT: what actions you actually perform (If rolls are required for your actions you'll need to enter the campaign, make your roll stating its purpose in the CHAT prior. THERE WILL BE NO FORUM BASED COMBATS If an event requires combat or more real time resolution - I will post that the RP is stopped at the time, on that date, for those players. The event will become part of the next session. Ect. All rolls need to be rolled in session, State the reason for the roll and make the roll then screenshot it and post it in this forum. A suggested Guide for Ic and OoC posting in a single forum follows. ((this was a scene out of MY first session of another campaign)) LOCATION : the docks, Sharn DATE : January 1st TIME : 2:30pm CHARACTERS : Zeed, Lexa, Kyhron, Volkovoy, Tomas, Quest, At the dock Zeed swoops in, in his angel outfit... If you adopt that sort of pattern in your posts, please denote the OoC commentary in a separate post or with some designation like double brackets or the like. LOCATION : the docks, Taer Valastras DATE : January 1st TIME : 2:30pm CHARACTERS : Zeed, Lexa, Kyhron, Volkovoy, Tomas, Quest, At he dock Zeed swoops in, ((in his angel outfit; 50ft from the water and maintains a hover)) "I am Come! Lo Goblins, For I bringeth you TEA!! TEA I SAY!!!"Personally I like the 3rd person non omniscient narrative style. What COULD an observer see if they were really watching. ie. Not this: Modnar thinks about that Vegan casserole on his plate... were there too many peas? was it too sweet!? THIS : Modnar sits behind what looks like a slumping pile of cooked vegetables. A glass casserole dish to the side holds the more attractive, er, congealed version of the pile. His eyebrows knit and he spits out a pea into a trash can. "Your overly sweet horde of green pea-ness is ejected" ((that would have been more humorous spoken aloud.. think about it - aaaayy, you did didn't you...tsk tsk))

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone WHAT: After everyone is safely out of the cavern with the magically expanding flames, the drow lets out a sigh.  " I have to say, when I decided to leave the drow, I thought my biggest worry would be drow chasing me...do you guys always have these kinds of problems?  And how long have you all been together?  Are any of you good friends?"

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone " Oh don't you worry about that. We're being chased by Drow as well. " Pockets slowly breathes in and out. " We just got to know each other, what, two weeks ago? So I'm not sure if you could call us 'good friends', but most of us try to be friendly. " After a while she shrugs. " Do you really want to know what we've been through? "

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone WHAT: The unnamed drow nods as the kender speaks, then shrugs.  " No thank you.  I do not need to hear all you have been through.  It is clearly hard for you to speak of it.  How about we speak of your family instead?  Are your parents alive?  Did they love you very much?  Sorry if this is too personal, I just love to hear stories of surfacer families.  The love they have for each other is amazing.  My father could have been any number of men my mother pleasured herself with.  And my mother...well her interest in me died once I was born an inferior man ."

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone How about we speak of your family instead? Oh boy. She waited for the Drow to finish and used the time to sort her words. " Uhm... yeah, I, I assume they're alive. I, uh... " Pockets huffs in frustration. " My biological family is not the best example for love. I did, however, have two amazing friends and teachers - they make for a much better example of what you're looking for. " One corner of her mouth turns up slightly as her expression goes distant. " I actually can't wait to see them again. " The Kender could feel tears coming and gathered herself. " So. What do you say when we get out of here - and we will get out of here - I introduce you to my friends and show you the college I go to? "

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone WHAT: The drow smiles.  " A place of learning!  Sounds fantastic.  I would love to meet your friends and hopefully make some of my own someday.  You surfacers are fantastic!  I am no fool however, I know I will have my work cut out for me when I reach the surface.  Not everyone is going to be very trusting of a drow.  I only hope I can win them over with my charm. "  The drow winks at Pockets.   " Also, I hope I can survive the day with you guys...I have been with you less then an hour and already have been in and out of consciousness many times.  I thought I would be safer AWAY from the drow.  HAHAHA "

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone Pockets watches the Drow laugh and can't help but smile to herself a little. " Yeah. You definitely didn't have it easy back there. " Remembering the fight she scans the new mage. " So - another arcane caster ey? We can use one. I'm the only one here right now. What do you specify in exactly? "

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone WHAT: The drow looks a little embarrassed at the kender's question.   "Well...actually I studied elemental magic...earth magic to be specific.  You might not be able to tell by how I fared against the elemental creatures back there.  I...I still have much to learn.  I'm not exactly the archmage of Sorcere if you know what I mean."

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone Invidia irritatedly looks at the drow as he scratches his newly healed burns and scratches. "If you had any proficiency with earthen magicks, then you should've let us know back in that room. What can you do with it?"

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone WHAT: The drow turns to the other wizard and shrugs.  "Well, it was a little hard to talk while drowning inside a water elementalI, but I am pretty sure I did mention it.  There was a lot going on while we were running from a magically growing fireball behind us.  And I am not a very powerful wizard...yet.  I have a few minor spells that can effect the earth, but nothing very helpful unfortunately. 

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone Pockets turns to the Drow. " I can believe that. I studied Underdark beasts my whole life and they just killed two of my friends. We all still have much to learn... " She perked up. " Do you think you'll be able to make earthquakes one day? "

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone WHAT: The drow smiles.   "Make earthquakes?  Of course I will!  In fact I am trying to learn to turn my whole body into that of an earth elemental for a time.  That's much more...umm...how do you say it...more interesting then an earthquake don't you think?"  

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone Invidia shrugs, then winces as it irritates a barely-healed burn on his shoulder.  "Probably ah," he says, "depends on the situation, no? Spoons for soup and forks for noodles."

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, everyone else WHAT: "You are a powerful wizard No?  Perhaps I could be your apprentice and you could help me to be accepted on the surface a world?"

LOCATION : Tunnels outside the elemental traps DATE/TIME : Darktime WHO : Everyone Invidia laughs before replying. "Being a wizard is merely a side-hobby for me. I'm a chef by trade," he says as he waves his hand dismissively. "Also I can't help you with the surface world. I mostly ignore it, unless it's really important."

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow WHAT: The drow wakes up with a groan of pain and sees Invidia.   "Oh, I am alive!  Hey, Invidia.  How is Venya?  Is she OK?"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow "She's alright, though she took quite a beating," Invidia replies, lifting the drow to his feet. He looks around at the gore-laden cavern. "Unfortunately, Kah'ven was struck down by these... beasts. I suppose we should bury him as a matter of sentimentality and practicality. Wouldn't want any scavengers to desecrate his remains," he muses.

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, anyone else that wants to be around WHAT: "Ah...Kah'Ven.  The human yes?  He was a kind man.  Like most of you surfacers.  Pulled me out of that slime cube at risk of his own life.  Very sad.  If you feel the need to bury him then very well.  I say we get going so those drow don't catch us, but I am unfamiliar with your customs so I leave it to you."   The drow then looks around to make sure no one is standing too close and whispers to Invidia. "Do you think the elf girl Venya saw me hold the enemy back so she could get away?"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, Orvin, anyone else  WHAT: Orvin walks up ignoring the conversation the two are having and pats the drow on the back suddenly. "Drow! I heard you performed well in battle! Congratulations on your kills ahaha!"  Orvin notices the somber mood.   " Oh are you two still talking about the human? Death comes and death goes, it is no big deal." 

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, Orvin, anyone else WHAT: "Oh, yes...well you did well in battle as well master dwarf.  You have a bit more of a hands on approach to fighting then I do."  The drow laughs.  "And yes, although I do agree somewhat with you about death, I believe the human was friends to some here.  Particularly the kender so we should try to show a little respect...I think...honestly I am not as familiar with surface customs as I thought."  He rubs his chin for a second and adds.  "I say, you are certainly not what I expected surface dwarfs to be like.  My slave...umm...friend...umm...slave friend Duegan painted quite a different picture of surface life."

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, Orvin, anyone else WHAT: "Eh to be fair, most surfacers do not share my ideals. I have never cared much about death, it is just another process in my eyes." Orvin grabs the Drow's hand and pulls him close to whisper, "So how goes your elf pursuits boy? Don't be surprised, most of us are smart enough to realize you've thrown your body in front of her in every occasion just to impress her" Orvin laughs while releasing the drow's hand, "Though I can't say I agree with your tastes, if that is where they lie I'm not one to judge" 

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, Orvin, anyone else WHAT: The drow's eyes go big, "No, no its not like that!  Oh blast is that how I'm coming off?  Damn...no...I just..." he sighs and continues.   "I know I am going to have a hard time trying to make my way on the surface.  My people have done a lot of evil deeds to the surfacers over the years.  If I can convince her that I'm different...well maybe I can have a chance on the surface."   He smiles and adds,  "Not that I would MIND it if she wanted more of course, but I think we have more pressing concerns at the moment."

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, Orvin, anyone else WHAT: Orvin grows a shit-eating grin listening to the Drow fumble along with his words. "Ah you big purple idiot, I'll be rooting for ya anyway"  Orvin finishes with a wink. His smile then fades as he looks at the Drow seriously. "And as for surfacers, let me offer you advice from one who has seen it. The evil done by the Underdark to the surface pales in comparison to the evil the surface does to itself. All of them are twisted rots, excuse a few, no matter where you go you will find hate around every corner regardless of your color, remember that and you'll be a hell of a lot happier."  Orvin begins walking away before remembering something and stopping in his tracks. "Ah blast it wait, Drow! What in the hells am I supposed to call you, because Drow will just get confusing later on."

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, Orvin, anyone else WHAT: After listening to Ovrin's speech about the surface, the drow was at a loss for words.  He just stood there mouth agape as Ovrin started to walk away.  Then Ovrin turned around and asked  "Ah blast it wait, Drow! What in the hells am I supposed to call you, because Drow will just get confusing later on." The drow snapped out of his inner thoughts and thought for a moment.  "Well...in Menzoberranzen I was known as Zendor Tuin’Tarl, but I am trying to leave that life behind me.  I was playing with the idea of calling myself Acidor the Melter, but Invidia said that name was a bit much.  I guess I am just Zendor the Unnamed."  He shrugs.

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, Orvin, anyone else WHAT: "Zendor the Unnamed...?" Orvin has a confused look on his face at hearing the controversial phrase. "Yeah fuck the abyss if you think I'm calling you that every time. From now on I'm calling you Forseno" Orvin looking pleased with himself begins walking away, but stops himself again. "Wait no.... I executed a Forseno before, perhaps Tifeal? No she was the chain arsonist... Querin? No... Yelia? Nope killed him dead. Damn it all the good names are taken! Fuck it! Mur! I'm calling you Mur! I don't give a blast what the others call you from now on, to me, you're Mur." Orvin begins thinking to himself for a brief moment   before nodding to himself in satisfaction and finally walking away for good without giving the Drow a moment to speak. "Make sure to get some rest Mur!" 

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Invidia, The unnamed drow, Orvin, anyone else WHAT: The drow watches Ovrin walk away then just looks at Invidia and shrugs.

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Everyone "Well that was a bit much," Invidia remarks, blinking.  "Anyway," he continues, "I'm going to go bury Kah'ven now." The wizard looks around for a patch of secluded land at the mouth of the cavern they had just exited. He pokes his foot around for soft dirt, but doesn't spend too much time on it. He barely knew the paladin, after all.  "Still", Invidia thinks to himself, "it's an important ritual." After finding a suitable patch of dirt, he motions to Zendor.  "Hey," he calls out, "can you use your earth magicks to create a hole?"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Everyone The drow stops and thinks for a minute. Then shakes his head sadly.   "Dammit I really am the worst earth wizard...I can't remember that spell..." The drow gets out his crowbar, gets down on his hands and knees, and starts loosening the earth enough to dig with his hands.

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Everyone Varn, the drow, walks up to the new large orc-like thing.   "Kruun.  Sorry we didn't get the horrible mask off you yet, but we will.  I promise you.  I just need to think on it some more.  Tell me about yourself?  You were a slave to drow like me?  Were you in the city of Menzoberranzen?  If so, who were your masters?  Do you remember their house name?  Baenre?  Horlbar?  House Horlbar destroyed my house. Bad people...actually pretty much all drow are bad people.  Except me of course."

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Everyone (Varn) Kruun catches the Drow master walking up to him and lowers his head averting his eyes to the ground. On hearing his name Kruun listen's as best he can to the barrage of questions asked of him, a surge of fear rushing through his mind as the last question fills his mind. Kruun searches his mind for answers not wanting to upset or anger the Drow master. "Kruun's master's was named master, just like you master. Kruun do not know the names B..ren or horbar. I is sorry master." Kruun shifts awkwordly *Ding* This strange master wanted to know about Kruun, why did he want to know? Is he going to punish me, i don't think i have did anything wrong, Kruun is obedient to Master Ront's Tribe of Masters. "What would please you to know about me..Master?"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Kruun and Everyone Varn gets a confused look on his face.   "My name is not Master.  My name is now Varn.  I would rather be your friend then your master.  Unless you don't want to be my friend.  If you don't want to be my friend I guess I could be your master...  Look, mostly I just want to know you will protect me if someone tries to kill me because I want to go see those amazing trees with you."

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Varn and Everyone Kruun's face screws up and his hand goes up to rub his bald head in confusion. "Varn..Friend..not master? Dark skins are always the masters.." Kruun ontines to rub head "Kruun will fight for friend..Friend tell kruun what to kill and kruun will kill for friend" After finishing his sentence a big smile ear to ear appears under his iron muzzle. "Kruun cannot wait to see tree's with mast..friend?  Kruun not had friend before, kruun only serve, kruun only kill. Kruun not know why everyone treat kruun this way"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Varn and Everyone "Kruun...drow, or dark skins, treat everyone badly.  That's why I don't want to be a dark skin drow anymore.  You know how Ovrin said he is a not dwarf?  I am a not drow as well.  I know this is very confusing and I am sorry.  That's why I want to be Venya's friend.  I want to be a surface elf like her."

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Varn and Everyone "Var not want be a dark skin anymore? You want to be a not dark skin? Does that mean kruun can be a not slave and be a tree? Kruun not know what a venya is..is venya a not dwarf like Orin?"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun Once the food was done, Pockets felt a little better. Finally she could make at least salted food. " Alright people, Stew time! Today it comes with actual seasoning. " The Kender watched her group come by one by one, but when the Uruk-hai came over she realized something. That muzzle was going to make eating stew difficult. Actually that muzzle would make eating anything difficult. Soup may work, perhaps using a funnel... Pockets shook her head to wake herself up. He probably knew how to work around it. Maybe. " So, Kruun - how much are you taking? As much as Ront, I assume? "

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun Kruun was sitting by Varn when pockets called out about food being ready. He barely heard the small strange one talking. Just as Kruun was about to reach down past the little food maker to grab the whole pot of stew he heard "As much as Ront, i assume?". Kruun stopped going in forgetting about how hungry he had gotten. "Has our Master Ront eaten?"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun Has our Master Ront eaten? - " Uh - I mean he's eating right now ", she points to the Orc almost inhaling his food, " but you don't need to wait for him to get finished. Orcs like strength and staying fed helps with that. I'm sure he'd prefer you strong. " Talking to Kruun had her torn. Should she try to help him as well? To become more independent? Her list of people was already so long. She sighed and looked at the huge childlike idiot - oh great, 'childlike'. Thinking of him as a helpless child was not the best way to stay detached. " So! How much are you taking? And no, you can't have everything. "

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun Kruun looked over to his side glimpsing sight of Ront wolfing down his meal. Kruun cocked his head to the side looking at pockets curiously. Seeing such a small.strange being really confused him especially when it talked with such convincing confidenxe. Master Ront really did have strange company. Everything here really confused him nothing was "normal" nothing here was like what Kruun was used to. K"Kruun always eat more than the other slaves. Kruun must be strong so he can kill for master...Kruun can have big portion?" 

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun " Sounds good! " Although the Kender absolutely agreed with him, she quickly realized that there were no more big bowls. But, on the upside, Kruun had arrived last, so she'd just take her portion and then give him pot. Looking to what was left, she took a little less than she usually would and pointed to the pot. " We don't have any other big bowls, so you'll have to eat out of that. But be careful, the metal may be hot. " She bit her lip and then, just to be safe, got out her quill and used Prestidigitation to cool the metal a little. " Eat up. " With that she tried to eat her meal and ignore how much she was already failing at not giving a damn.

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun "We don't have any other big bowls, so you will just have to eat out of that. But be careful, the metal may be hot." ... "eat up"  Kruun looked at the big cooking bowl and without hesitation dunked his head straight in..or at least tried to, it took a few clangs of metal hitting awkwordly but Kruun managed to get the angle right enough to get a few awkword slurps in before he couldnt get anymore. Kruun soon realized when he went to take his head out the bowl it was momentarily stuck, a flood of stew and flavoured water flushed against his lips and he tried to catch as much as possible on each wave or watery stew. After 3 guzzles the bowl dropped free landing with a clang against kruun's chain mail. "THIS IS BEST DINNER EVER" Kruun overcome with joy and simple excitement pulled pockets against his side a small deep chuckle escaped his belly followed by a loud "burp" "You cook more for Kruun?"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun Pockets couldn't help but smile as she watched the big guy stick his head into the pot. She supposed that worked. Turning around to finish her part, she let out a squeek she would never admit to anyone when Kruun basically picked her up. For a second she wondered if this was going in the 'Not enough food so let's eat the cook' direction, but then he started yelling excitedly. You cook more for Kruun? Now she couldn't keep herself from at least laughing a little. He was like a child. A tall, probably brutal child, but nonetheless a child. " Yes Kruun. If I stay alive - and we find things to cook - I'll keep on making you food. " A thought crossed her mind. " I used to have a friend. He was also taller and stronger than me, and he did some cool stuff. I wrote a song about it, actually. Do you want to hear it? "

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun Pockets called out " Alright people, Stew time!"  and   Varn watched Kruun get up and leave in the middle of their conversation.   "Oh, alright then I guess we're done talking.  Very well."  Varn then looked around, snuck off and ate his own rations, trying to hide them from the group.  Food was tight right now in the group and he didn't want to run out of food.  He didn't want to use up their meager food supplies on himself either when he had plenty of his own.

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun "If i stay alive - and we find things to cook - I'll keep on making you food."  "Kruun have something you can cook" Kruun pulls out the last remaining dark skinned finger "Dark skin not need it, after he was killed, makes for tasty finger food" Kruun smiles at the small kender. "Kruun protect the little master? Little master cook for kruun?" Kruun looks at the kendwr smiling for a few moments before her words spin confusion in his head. "Used to have friend? Why not have friend no more? Did he become not a friend? Like van and orin not a dwarf? .....song? Kruun not no this word.." 

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun When Kruun called the actual finger 'finger food' she smiled. Said smile dropped a little looking at the finger. " Uuhhh... sure. I'll make it work. " Pockets got out her tools to debone it and did her best to turn the finger into jerky using the remaining heat and salt. " And yes, if we live, I'll cook our food. Oh, and Kruun - you can call me Pockets. Not master, Pockets. " Used to have friend? Why not have friend no more? Did he become not a friend? She sighs. " He... he died. And he may have been lying to me, although I doubt that. Or maybe he did. I don't know... " For second she wondered if she should comment on the 'not a dwarf', but decided to ignore it. " A song... a song is- " the Bard started gesturing wildly, " a song, is... is  this . " She eyed her newly repaired instrument for a moment and decided that she may as well try it out again. After tuning it, Pockets slowly got started. The instrument sounded fine, but once she started singing everything changed. The first two lines went well. Two brothers, one of them is forced to stay One is thrown to the spiders to be eaten and decay In hindsight - how had she forgotten the 'to be eaten' part? How had she not remembered writing that? The Kender tried to continue, but every word after that line was off. She stopped playing and just stared into the distance. Welp.

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun Kruun looked at pockets struggle to talk about jer lost friend. The concept of hurt and loss completwly missing him. "What is lying?" Kruun listened somemore whilst the words entangled and unrivaled in his mind trying to decipher and understand Pockets but to no avail Kruun just itches his head and stares. The sound of the song from pockets could of been a masterpiece in his eyes. So overwhelmed by the words and instrument, his travels and the excitement of meeting 'Friends' was making Kruun sleepy. He was just about to nod off when it stopped. "Song make Kruun sleepy, Kruun like song from pockets, anymore?"

LOCATION : Edge of the Darklake DATE/TIME : Dinnertime before the Kua-toa city WHO : Pockets and Kruun " Yes Kruun, I can sing some more. But maybe not right now? How about a story instead? " She decided to ignore his inquery about lying. For now, he'd be with the group and didn't need to know how shady the world could become. Gods, she somehow doubted that he would even remember what she had explained so far. " I know one about a Half-Orc that became a king. Ront told me this one himself! " She hoped that this would distract him from her not wanting to sing - which was odd, really. Although calligraphy was her art, she loved to make music whenever she could. ...the Underdark really changed things.

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Varn Varn pulls Pockets off to the side to talk to her in private.   "Hey Pockets.  I found this pretty silver choker necklace.  Do you think Venya would like it?  I think drow might have made it...so...maybe a bad idea to give it to her?"

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Varn The Kender looks at Varn, to the necklace, and back to the Drow. " I... I can't say. To be honest, I think that she has other things to worry about. I mean, we all have other things to worry about, but her especially. " She hesitated. " Although I can't say that I support your intentions, as I know nothing about them, let me give you one word of advice. Stop thinking your way, start thinking her way. And if you don't know how she thinks, ask. " " This, for example. " Pockets points to the necklace. " She is an elf and a druid. If she likes necklaces, she won't want one made of metal. " For a second she ponders telling him that anything but her children won't matter one bit, but the Bard decides not to. The Drow didn't mean any ill, he just didn't know what he was doing. And maybe she was wrong, maybe Venya did have the time or the mind for this.

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Varn The drow sighs and hangs his head.  "Yeah...yeah it was stupid.  Here, you can have it.  It would look pretty on you." He smiles and holds the silver choker out to her.

LOCATION : Sloobludop DATE/TIME : WHO : Invidia, Demogorgon, ??? Sweat hung from Invidia's face as he worked on dismantling the altar. The octopus had been dealt with, but the Manta Ray was proving to be more of a nuisance. He was about to tell Varn to clear the pot of blood when an incoherent, burbling scream sounded from in front of him. He looked up only to see the archpriestess of the kuo-toa's untimely demise. As she screamed, her father's staff swung into the dense tissue and structure of her head, crushing the cartilage and causing her body to jerk in death throes. "Good," Invidia thought, "Now we can ge-" A horrendous, twisted noise blared from behind him. The scent of sickly, decaying fish intensified, and a reddish glow subtly began to suffuse the landscape. Invidia craned his head to see the cause of the noise, uncertain of its origin. Four eyes, placed on two crooked heads, brimming with hellfire, stared back at him. Horrendous, twisted simian features presented themselves on two heads as the being shook itself back and forth, highlighting wicked tusks of a dark material. Water slurried down the dark flesh of its torso as it stood roaring in the depths of the lake.  Demogorgon. Invidia froze. The sticky, corrupting influence of abyssal magic seeped into his mind, clouding his thoughts and rooting through his memories. They needed to leave. Now. As he made to move, he found out that he couldn't. All he could do was stand there, face frozen in a rictus of horror, teeth clenched.  It felt like an eternity.  A hand grabbed him before he found himself tossed onto the back of one of his companions—he couldn't remember the name. While the monstrosity had been removed from his sight, Invidia could still feel the influence of the beast working on him, twisting and clawing at his sanity. Some time passed. He wasn't sure where he was, but it didn't matter. Now, he felt another influence. A shadowy, alien tendril of magic suffused his body. As the two magics roiled and fought within him, pain burst from every nerve ending in the wizard's body. He would've screamed, if he could. With agonizing slowness, he felt it drive the demonic influence away. It was weak, but with the distance between him and the demon, it was enough. In his pained delirium, he could only hope that the second influence was more benign. Pain blossomed again and he fell unconscious.

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Varn As Varn holds out the necklace she shakes her head. " Nah, keep it. It's too big for me - maybe you can sell it and use the money to help her find her children. That would have much more worth to Venya. " The Kender started walking back to go have a look at their two paralyzed members, but turned around one more time. " Oh, and Varn? If you're only bored and playing with her I will Thunderwave you in the face while you sleep. " She smiles. " Good luck. "