{{Happy birthday Kitts! :3 }}<br/>{{I started to make you a cake, but I ended up eating all of the batter while waiting for the oven to heat. x9 sorry.}}<br/><br/><span style="color: green">[Mindy XP: 45,000 +250 (being useful) = 45,250 xp]</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;&lt;the Jolly Barbazu&gt;&gt;</span></span><br/>The elf's politeness is wasted. The erinyes flash-pops away without another word.<br/>The key in Mindy's hand is warm and surprisingly heavy.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The tiny avian fiend hops about the pile, turning each item over in his talons and inspecting it with beady eyes before pronouncing its value.<br/>{{note: the imp only appraised objects; he didn't detect or consider enchantment. The list doesn't include the amber earring Sashi claimed.}}<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><span style="color: orange"><br/>* onyx ring of <a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/protectionFromGood.htm">protection from good</a>   (1,000 gp) [<br/>* large pearl on gold chain necklace (1,000 gp)<br/>* Leska's drawstring bag (contains 917 gp)<br/>* Inse's buckle-purse (contains 523 gp)<br/>* Ten pouches from the Heodo warriors (contain 1,549 gp in total)<br/>* jeweled brush (250 gp) w/ jeweled pocket mirror (400 gp)<br/>* masterwork cold iron dagger (150 gp)<br/>* ivory case containing two unidentified scrolls (75 gp for the case)<br/>* Quarterstaff (skull end is +1 <a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/magicItems/magicWeapons.htm#spellStoring">spell-storing</a>, wooden end is masterwork) (150 gp)<br/>* +2 chain shirt barding (350 gp)<br/>* Boots of Goblinkind (+5 move silently) (100 gp)<br/>* 5 +2 keen arrows (15 gp)<br/>* 5 +1 silver arrows (20 gp)<br/>* felt drawstring bag containing sapphire [Chrrou detected faint illusion] (1,000 gp)<br/>* sealed capsule of black liquid (1 gp)<br/>* corked vial of fizzy green liquid (1 gp)<br/>* packet of diamond powder (750 gp)<br/>* corked vial of sour-smelling clear liquid [Chrrou detected faint divination] (1 gp)<br/>* corked vial of dry dust [Chrrou detected faint transmutation] (1 gp)<br/>* masterwork theif tools (50 gp)<br/>* 50ft silk rope (5 gp)<br/>* masterwork daggers x7 (1,057 gp)<br/>* masterwork longbows x3 (600 gp)<br/>* arrows x68 (2 gp)<br/>* masterwork spears x3 (453 gp)<br/>* masterwork greataxe (160 gp)<br/>* masterwork morningstars x2 (308 gp)</span><br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="color: orange"><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">(this is the as-of-yet unclaimed loot in Sen's bag of holding)</span><br/>large steel shield<br/>longsword x3<br/>bastard sword<br/>potion of jump<br/>potion of aid<br/>Lon's purse (contains 700 gp)<br/>ruby</span><br/><br/><br/>The sight of the PCs selling off loot draws some impressed looks from the Inn regulars. Having seen this group's prowess in dispatching Leska, there is no mystery as to how they came to possess a pile of orphaned weapons.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Soma takes Jess's 140 gp, adds her own 200 plus an additional 60 to cover her friend, then hands it all over to the imp.<br/>[630 more gp needed to cover balance]<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;stables&gt;&gt;</span></span><br/>The squirrel girl picks an empty pile of hay and sits there. It takes most of her willpower not to panic at the fact that she is sitting with two ginormous predators in a room that smells like blood. (thankfully for her nerves, she happens to sit in a place where she doesn't spot the Heodo bodies)<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>the old, perverted looking fox had fully transformed into a decidedly young-looking, handsome Kitsune. Even now, he was busy brushing the coaldust out of his snow-white fur - that was always the most difficult part. Casting a sideways glance at the Squirrelfolk, he seems to sink into thought for a few long moments...then smirks, as if an idea had formed.</div></blockquote><br/>"Oh...what...!" says Lin. "You're not...?" The little gears turn in her head: the old man was a disguise, an alter-ego to fool his enemies.<span style="font-style: italic">clever...</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Psycho pred or not...he's kinda cute...</span>She blushes slightly and looks at her feet, showing an adolescent shyness that wasn't there when she thought he was an lecherous old coot.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>The little gleam in his eyes as he slips up beside her is almost bonechilling "I am needed inside. Rather than leaving you out here alone with the wolf, or letting you wander off on your own just to be caught again. I'm going to find you somewhere niiice and safe..."</div></blockquote><br/>"o__o; uh..." says Lin. She's unsure of what he means; his tone makes her nervous.<br/>She looks up to see a carnivore looming over her, the unmistakable gleam of hunger burning in his eyes. "O_O;;;;; *hearrtattack*"<br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>Without so much as a warning, the Kitsune's tails swing out around him, and begin to try and surround her, his jaws partially open, an eager little look in his eyes "Hmm-hmm. The perfect place for you. Inside me..."</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">{{Starting a grapple is an opposed <span style="text-decoration: underline">attack</span> roll, and so a natural 1 is failure unless Lin also rolls a 1.}}<br/>[Lin grapple resist: 1d20(9), grapple resisted]</span><br/>When one of the kitsune's tails lashes at her like a viper she screeches and springs into the air. By pure luck she evades the sinuous tail and lands a few feet away.<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><br/>[Lin intiative: 1d20(8)+1 = 9; if Kahmori can preempt her movement if he rolls better than 9]<br/>(assuming she isn't stopped:) [Lin takes a double move, uses climb speed.]</span><br/>She<span style="font-style: italic">EEEEP!</span>s loudly and bolts across the hay-strewn floor. Though there is no ladder on the far wall, this doesn't stop her from scrambling twenty feet up into the rafters.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[Climb DC 15 for Kahmori to follow her]</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Nurkisi's tent&gt;&gt;</span></span><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Geno wrote:</cite>Geno is barely able to keep up at first, stumbling along with the foxtaur as he attempts to stay balanced and remain attentive. As they continue along, the dragonfolk finds himself slowly sobering up, but he's still noticeably under the influence, and still rather charmed by his new companion.<br/><br/>In his inebriated state, Geno finds himself not entirely appalled by the sights surrounding him, or even the idea of a market that sells living creatures. He's even compelled to answer Nurkisi's question as to his preference of meals. "I'm not impart... im... Humans are okay, but I like other scaled things... Like dragons and nagas. I know they're, er... harder to catch, but... they taste great! You know?"<br/><br/>The dragonfolk thinks back to his rather unpleasant encounters with nagas in his past and gets sidetracked within his own thoughts for the rest of the tour. As the two reach the tent, he observes the symbol on the flaps, but nothing comes to mind. {{I can't make this check if it's untrained, right?}}<br/><br/>Geno looks up at Nurkisi and smiles politely. "Oh yes, it is... I think. Sorry, I had a, uh... a bit to drink, so I may need another tour tomorrow morning." The dragonfolk chuckles to himself and tries to focus on standing up straight. "But thank you for, um... showin' me around. It was nice! Is this your home here? The tent?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"No, certainly not. Do I look like a girl who lives in a tent?" she says haughtily.<br/>"This is just a camp, a place to store my things and rest my legs while I'm here in Armel. My real home is in<span style="font-size: 70%; line-height: 116%;">(long foreign name that Geno doesn't recognize and is unlikely to remember later)</span>."<br/><br/>"You look like you've had a rough day, Geno." she says in a tender, matronly tone. Her huge tail swirls around the dragonfolk's other side, enveloping him in sweet-smelling warmth. "I have some Ouros tea brewing inside, why don't you come in and we'll have a cup? Wonderful stuff...it'll perk you right up."<br/><br/>(if Geno balks or mentions the others:) "Aw, what are they doing that's so terribly interesting, huh?" she pouts. "Won't you stay just a little longer? I want to get to know you a little..."