conversations: human
conversations:  "Blink and you'll miss it. Well, you did.
  
  One moment you were going about your usual business in the Capital City of Valona; the next you found yourself standing open-mouthed at the peculiar new moon in the sky.
  
  Only it is no moon. The perfect, platinum-tinged sphere hovers unmoving in the skies, several hundred miles high above Valona. Spanning over a hands-width in size from your perspective, it is easy to see why the local commoners started rioting - aged men adorned with nothing but sandwhich boards depicting certain doom, amongst other maysayings, acting as a catalyst for the peoples terror.
  
  Although nothing untoward has come of this event so far, the high Dictator Councilman Crebbs ordered an immediate lockdown of the city, just in case. In an effort to find out exactly what is going on, and to put the peoples minds at ease, he has assembled a crack team of Anthropomorphic animals, crazed spellcasters and quirky base classes.
  
  You are said heroes. It is your task to fly to the moon, tell its inhabitants to park elsewhere, and to look damn cool whilst doing so. A few explosions wouldn't hurt either." 
  
  
  Shortly after the arrival of this moon, you were approached by a three-legged Bariaur with a pegleg, and a contingent of noble gaurdsmen. The Bariaur introduced himself as your leader, and offered to pay you greatly to deal with this threat. Handing you a letter with an address, date and advance payment of 100gp; he left you with a choice. Do nothing and potentially be destroyed, or follow the plot hook and save the city.
  
  /ooc - Please give a short paragraph explaining what you were doing when this moon appeared, and if you want, your response to the Bariaur.
conversations: Dirac Lotus:
conversations: human
conversations:  Timmy had recently landed in town, and was feeding some local vagabonds, when the 'moon' appeared. He was quickly directed through the streets to the Bariaur man, quite concerned by the panic of the townsfolk. They were running and screaming, flailing through the streets. Surely such a pretty event couldn't be  that  scary?
  
  As the man begins to hand out gold, Timmy refuses.  "I can't take your money, good sir. But I shall gladly ensure the safety of this fine city! I even have a dirigible, with which we might find transport to what looks like a wonderful vacation spot. Maybe we could set up a ladder for people to join us, once we get there? I'll be the view is marvelous!" 
  
  Timmy opens his mouth in a gigantic grin, and rumbling laughter shakes the streets. Literally.
  
  To the gathered, he adds,  "Climb aboard my back, or grab hold of a rope - make sure you are secure, I've taken a couple of tumbles, and great heights are not where you want to take them from." 
conversations: chrisrawr:
conversations: human
conversations:  Riding in from the edge of town humaniod figure crad in a brown poncho with a brown hat pulled low over his eyes rides up to the mayor. Leans over the side of his house, spits and puffs at a short cigar. Surveying the assembled group he spits a second time.
  
  He speaks in a pecuilar graveled acccent,  "I reckon"   He then spits.
  
  Then with out any other words he dismounts, tossing the reigns to the mayor. He silently nods to Timmy as he grabs a rope. After just for good measure he spits again.
conversations: Mo_the_Hawked:
conversations: human
conversations:  A mangy rat and a much larger (MUCH larger) dog were lounging around in the city park, occasionally scaring women and children when they saw him when the strange sphere showed up.
  
  Riding to a better viewing location on Fenrir, Loke was approached by the 3-legged being.
  
   "Why certainly I'll aid the city and undertake this quest,"  the brown creature squeeked in response.  "Always a good chance for XP and loot! And I'm ever so near to being able to perform my magic while in creature form." 
  
  Fenrir barks mirthfully, almost laughing at the rat.
  
   "Well, larger more effective creature form anyway."  Loke let out a frustrated squeak.
conversations: sitandbehitski:
conversations: human
conversations:  Penno had been running a shell game when the moon appeared,  he used the distraction provided to take his earnings (and the coin-purses of the surrounding plebes) and ran.
  
  when approached by the mayor, Penno Clacks his beak pensively and says
  
   Yes, I believe I will go... this sounds intriguing, very-very. 
  
  internal monolouge:
   
   Spoiler 
  the fools, there's no telling what riches await upon this floating rock.
  AND THEY SHALL BE MINE!
   
conversations: big teej:
conversations: human
conversations:  Timmy:  
   Spoiler 
   "Well Timmy, you sure are a real nice guy," the bariaur says, pocketing his coins. "You're already one step ahead too with that mighty fine airship of yours. I'll see you at the house." 
   
  
  
  Once you have all assembled at the required house, the peg-legged bariaur greets you with packed lunches, telling you to take care on your journeys.
   "Well - all aboard the airship fellows!"  the Bariaur stomps his hooves in excitement. You can also just about make out the sound of the DM scrunching up his notes.  "We take the fight to them, now, this instant! No fooling around building our own vessel."
  
  "Now, before we go. Does anyone have any questions?" 
conversations: Dirac Lotus:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Why, thanks! I just try to do my best... " At the sound of note-scrunching, a single, giant tear slides down Timmy's great, sad face.
conversations: chrisrawr:
conversations: human
conversations:  yes.... are the findings on this particular expedition tax deductable or tax exempt?   Penno asks whilst non-chalantly examining his claws.
conversations: big teej:
conversations: human
conversations:  Roscoe spits, gives a quick shake of his head and spits.
  
  He speaks up,  "I reckon we should be getting a move on." 
conversations: Mo_the_Hawked:
conversations: human
conversations:  "They're only taxable if they're reported,"  The rat squeaks.  "And I agree, we should get moving. We're burning up daylight, assuming it's day." 
conversations: sitandbehitski:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Tax exempt, of course. You are free to keep whatever you find up there. Before you go, take this."  The Bariaur hands you a small, red sharpie.  "This pen is capable of writing in multiple parallel dimensions. It's good for 50 letters. I also took the liberty of casting a spell on your ship whilst you weren't looking. So long as you stay onboard, you shall have a plentiful supply of oxygen." 
   "Now, I shall not keep you any longer, off you go!"  With those words, the Bariaur smashes open a bottle of cheap wine on the airship - soaking a small part of its hull. He then proceeds to push you off, into the skies.
  
  You begin ascending rapidly. The wind rushes past your face, biting at your cheeks as the G force drags them back quite humourously. It is not long before you breach the atmosphere, leaving your far planet (and the many dying screams of cat-girls) behind you.
  
  Shortly thereafter, you start to notice some shapes headed towards you from this moon. As they approach closer, you can make out three of them. Two of them seem to be vague representations of Kayaks, save with a menacing ballista mounted on the front. Each is piloted by a tall humanoid figure, bathed in light; whose head doesn't quite seem to be joined to his body.
  
  The third vessel is larger, probably more of a canoe. It holds four more of these floating-headed glowing dudes, three of which are taking measures to conceal whatever they carry. The fourth wears an outrageous starry robe and wizard hat.
  
  A voice rings out in your mind, shrill and echoing:  "Turn back now, or prepare to be fired upon by lawful wrath." 
conversations: Dirac Lotus:
conversations: human
conversations:  "We should attempt to engage in parlay with them,"  The rat squeaks up again.  "That way we can catch them flatfooted in our attack. Although someone with some charisma should probably do the talking, whenever I talk I always roll negative diplomacy and wind up getting attacked by everything." 
  
  The dog the rat is sitting on lets out a small bark in agreement, almost rolling his eyes.
conversations: sitandbehitski:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Hmmmmm, " Timmy thinks back.  "Well, I don't want to break any laws, but you  are  unlawfully parked in that poor town's airspace. Riposte!" 
conversations: chrisrawr:
conversations: human
conversations:  Timmy! prepare to breathe destruction on the lightbulb-people!  Penno declares, obviously confusing Timmy for Godzilla
conversations: big teej:
conversations: human
conversations:  Initiative Rolls!
   
   Spoiler 
    Penno  - (1d20+4)[ 5 ] 
    Timmy  - (1d20+2)[ 4 ] 
    Loke  - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] 
    Roscoe  - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] 
    Enemies  - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] 
   
  
  
  Blocks:
  1-Roscoe, Loke
  2-Enemies
  3-Penno, Timmy
  
  
  The enemy space-canoe is roughly 100 feet away from you straight ahead. The two space kayaks flank it and have position vectors of (20, 0, 20) in feet relative to the canoe, where the x axis is perpendicular to the line drawn from you to the canoe.
conversations: Dirac Lotus:
conversations: human
conversations:  With a cry of  'Yee Haw !' Roscoe whips open his poncho to reveal twin silver and pearl hexaguns. he draws them both faster than a man could blink and begins firing.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  Ok, so here goes. I am using rapid shot and the innate ability of the hexagun to fire an extra shot, per normal shot mind you, as well as the steady aim ability. And two weapon fighting.
  
  Pistol One
  Attack  (1d20+5)[ 14 ] 
  Attack  (1d20+5)[ 22 ] 
  Attack  (1d20+5)[ 20 ] 
   Attack   (1d20+5)[ 6 ]   JAM 
  
  Pistol Two
   Attack   (1d20+5)[ 6 ]   JAM 
   Attack   (1d20+5)[ 7 ] 
   Attack   (1d20+5)[ 18 ] 
   Attack   (1d20+5)[ 18 ] 
   
conversations: Mo_the_Hawked:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler 
  Damage goofed up on me. So i'll roll for the three that didn't jam up.
  Damage  (1d8)[ 4 ] + (2d6)[ 6 ] 
  Damage  (1d8)[ 5 ] + (2d6)[ 4 ] 
  Damage  (1d8)[ 1 ] + (2d6)[ 6 ] 
   
conversations: Mo_the_Hawked:
conversations: human
conversations:  Loke calls down a magical storm and that sends a bolt of lightning at the being with the wizard hat.
  
   "Oh, don't look so SHOCKED!"  Loke exclaims.
  
  Fenrir gives a half-bark half-groan at the pun.
  
   "Sorry,"  Loke apologizes.  "With my charisma I can't do much better for witty banter then puns." 
conversations: sitandbehitski:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler 
  Forgot actual actions:
  
  Loke casts call lightning storm and attacks the wizard dude in the main vessel. It does 3d6 damage with a DC 20 reflex save for half.
  
  Damage:  (3d6)[ 13 ] 
   
conversations: sitandbehitski:
conversations: human
conversations:  Timmy simply wonders why everyone is so up in arms about all of this. Well, up in balloons. And flying canoes. But still!
  
   "This is madness!"  He cries, accidentally kicking a passing spacebird to its death, miles below.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Can't actually do anything euheuheuehueheuheuehuheheu
   
conversations: chrisrawr:
conversations: human
conversations:  Loke's mysterious bolt of lightning strikes the robed figure, thoroughly shocking him. Your pun seems to serve only to infuriate him further, however.
  
  Roscoe... who are you shooting at?
  
  The two kayaks move in perfect symmetry to your sides, flanking you. One firing the ballista at the hull of the airship, the other at the balloon.
    Attack  - (1d20+4)[ 9 ] ;   Damage  - (2d8)[ 13 ]  At the hull.
    Attack  - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] ;   Damage  - (2d8)[ 12 ]  At the balloon.
  
  The canoe approaches ever closer to your airship - covering the distance to you in seconds. As the canoe pulls up alongside you, you can see its inhabitants preparing to board your ship. They appear to be wielding a mace in one hand, and a bottle of wine with a rag stuffed down the neck in the other.
  
  The robed figure in the ship waves his hands and mutters something in an arcane tongue. A scorching bolt of fire then erupts from his hand, towards the tarrasque.
    Touch Attack  - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] ;   Fire Damage  - (4d6)[ 10 ]  At Loke.
  
  It is now Penno and Timmy's turn. Then Roscoe and Loke.
conversations: Dirac Lotus:
conversations: human
conversations:  ooo ai lookit the show-off with his pretty lil pea-shooters 
  
  Penno says in an exact imitation of the floating-head-guy.
  
  Penno then sighs at his less than destructive contribution, and sends an arrow flying towards the wizard looking fellow.
  
  attack  (1d20+7)[ 20 ] 
  damage  (1d6+1)[ 5 ] 
conversations: big teej:
conversations: human
conversations:  Roscoe spits and curses. He starts unjamming one of pistols.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Full round action unjamming the second pistol.
   
conversations: Mo_the_Hawked: