Start of #D&D buffer: Wed Feb 05 18:59:19 2003 [17:50:56] * Now talking in #D&D [17:50:56] * Topic is 'Campaign 1 now runs from irc.slashnet.org ; http://w4jdh.net/~mandoric/dnd/campaign1/ | Campaign 2: Saturdays 5PM EST; http://pages.sbcglobal.net/schneeble/NorthRPG/ | Campaign 3 (Dragonstar): Fridays 12PST http://demota.sandwich.net/Dragonstar' [17:50:56] * Set by Demota on Tue Feb 04 10:00:15 [22:37:37] [It's the year 5040, and the Serpent's Eye galaxy is in its fourth decade under the rule of Mezzenbone, the Red Dragon. The vast Dragon Empire encompasses many, many star systems, and is host to hundreds, if not thousands of sentient species...] [22:38:12] [The Serpent's Eye Galaxy is divided into ten sectors, each ruled over by one of the ten draconic houses.] [22:38:30] [Our story begins in Golion Sector, under the domain of Kupric the Copper Dragon.] [22:39:29] ( Wai! We have a story now! XD ) [22:39:37] (Wai is right!) [22:40:13] [One night, on a predominantly elven world, filled with lush green forest, a scene unfolds on the House Shardae...] [22:40:38] [MINISESSION 1: ACTION] [22:40:49] ( You guys handle it from here. ) [22:41:10] (Gotcha.) [22:42:31] * Xivilai sits on a patio chair on the balcony leading to her room, reading a book of some sort. It's either ancient or from the Ourlands, since it's an actual paper-paged, leather-bound thing. [22:42:59] ( Time of day? ) [22:43:12] ( Early afternoon, prolly. ) [22:44:05] * Thalan quietly throws and secures a rope to climb over the front wall. Giving a few short tugs, he climbs up the wall, confidently bracing himself against the wall. [22:44:16] [It's the early afternoon, and the sun is shining quite brightly, providing more than adequate reading light. The second of three moons is in the sky, and can be seen next to the sun.] [22:44:19] * Xivilai herself, meanwhile, is an elf not more than a decade into adulthood. She has long, curly, vibrant red hair reminiscent of fire, deep green eyes, and a tall, athletic figure. She also, it seems, likes books. [22:49:06] * Thalan is a Pershala of offworld decent. He's wearing a dark colored flight suit and a light backpack, and posesses a coat of orange fur. His brown hair is short, but clean. [22:50:50] * Thalan climbs over and softly lands on the other side after unhitching the rope. He hides behind a few trees and spies the large oak by her balcony. [22:52:07] * Xivilai turns a page and has a sip of some sort of juice. [22:52:44] * Thalan takes a look at Xivilai through the binoculars, and moves to the oak when she turns the page. [22:53:49] * Thalan sniffs the air, getting a good smell of the oak before starting to climb it. [22:55:43] * Xivilai remains delightfully oblivious to the fact that she's being spied upon. [22:57:37] * Thalan climbs quickly, but quietly up the tree. He takes a perch on one of the branches under the foliage, positioning his camera so he can record through the leaves. [22:59:01] * Thalan starts recording, trying not to leave out any details. [23:01:06] * Xivilai blinks, noticing something out of the corner of her eye. She casually sets her book aside, then leaps out of her seat and bolts towards the long branch extending nearly to her balcony. [23:02:31] * Thalan remains perfectly still, trying not to give himself away. [23:02:42] * Xivilai hops lightly from the railing of the balcony onto the branch of the old oak, and it's evident she's done this before. o/` [23:03:50] * Thalan listens as she approaches his position. [23:05:46] * DMota is a DM. [23:05:53] * Xivilai trots lightly along the branch until she's scarcely five feet from Thalan, although she herself isn't quite sure of it. She clances around curiously, her long ears twitching as if listening for something. [23:08:19] * Xivilai grins impishly. "o/` Come out, come out, wherever you are. o/`" [23:08:47] * Thalan 's tail is swaying slowly left and right. Probably what she's listening for. His claws are slowly drawn. [23:09:01] ( Gloves! ) [23:09:12] ( Fingerless gloves. o/` ) [23:09:32] ( What's the point of fingerless gloves? It's the fingers you wanna keep clean. ) [23:09:48] * Zrith is now known as Zrith|Sleep [23:10:35] (He's not stupid. Normal wear, he uses normal gloves. When he's doing this, you can't afford to be nit-picky, you take every advantage.) [23:11:13] ( Ah. ) [23:11:22] ( Then wash his hands with lots of anti-bacterial stuff later/ ) [23:11:28] ( Yes!) [23:11:53] * Xivilai reaches up to another branch and plucks an acorn, which she flings deftly into the foliage where she suspects someone to be lurking. [23:12:45] * Thalan deftly dodges the accorn, but it's pretty obvious someone's up there now. [23:14:00] * Xivilai grins. "Theeere you are. Y'might as well come out now, y'know." [23:15:35] * Thalan chuckles. "So, someone actually found me." [23:16:01] * DMota is now known as DemoSleep [23:16:09] * Xivilai continues the grin. "Looks that way, yep. What's your name, O master thief?" [23:16:10] ( Keep going on as long as you want. ) [23:16:15] ( I'll snag the log in the morning. ) [23:16:19] What'll you pay me? [23:17:34] * Xivilai looks thoughtful. "Well, that all depends. But I suppose... oh, one and a half times what you were paid to spy on me should make a good start." [23:18:05] * Thalan hmms. "You pay extra for information regarding my... former employer?" [23:18:35] Naturally. I'll increase it to twice what they paid. Deal? [23:19:17] * Thalan smiles, his fangs showing. "A agree to your terms. Name's Thalan. [23:19:20] " [23:19:51] * Xivilai smirks. "A pleasure to meet you." She looks the Pershalan over. "I'll assume you'd rather not shake hands." [23:20:24] * Thalan nods as he jumps onto the balcony. [23:21:08] * Xivilai follows, hopping lightly onto the balcont and resuming her seat. She motions to a spare chair not too far off. "Have a seat?" [23:21:54] * Thalan eyes Xivilai. "I suppose." He takes off his fingerless's and puts on a pair of normal gloves. [23:22:48] * Thalan also accepts the seat. [23:23:15] * Xivilai shrugs. "You shouldn't have to worry too much. I'm quite certain it'd been cleaned at least once since last anyone sat there." [23:24:18] * Pocky-kun (Hayashi@AC8EFC5B.ipt.aol.com) has left #d&d [23:24:41] So. Shall we proceed to business? [23:24:42] At least you know how to treat a guest. Even if they are uninvited. [23:25:19] Oh, come now. Just because you were spying on me doesn't mean I should be rude. [23:25:32] Many would disagree. [23:25:51] * Xivilai grins. "Well. I am not many; I am myself." [23:26:41] Cocky too? That'll get you far. [23:27:17] * Thalan leans back. "So, what do you want to know first?" [23:27:55] Of course. It's gotten me here, hasn't it? And apparently, someone believes I am worth spying on, which is indicative of something or other, I'm sure. [23:28:16] Naturally, I'd like to know who it is that hired you. [23:29:24] * Thalan hmms. "Some lady by the name of Faydra. She seemed to have something against you, although why I'm not certin. Seemed like an easy job, and mostly harmless at that, so I took it." [23:29:53] * Xivilai blinks, and then cracks up. [23:30:37] I take it she's less than sane? [23:31:28] * Xivilai brings her laughter to a gradual halt. "That... is open to debate, honestly. She is certainly odd, tho." She smirks. "I believe she gets that from my mother's side of the family." [23:33:12] * Thalan sniffs the air. "She was definetly drinking heavily when she agreed to the terms, though." [23:34:21] * Xivilai raises an eyebrow. "Now, that *is* a surprise." She grins. "And useful, too, in case my dear sister tries anything untoward." [23:34:51] * Thalan chuckles. "I got a recording of it if you're so inclined." [23:34:58] But, despite whatever she may think of me, I hold her little ill will. Although it takes some effort, sometimes. [23:36:46] * Thalan pulls out a datapad and starts typing. [23:37:13] * Xivilai raises an eyebrow in question. [23:38:12] Hm. Anything else she had you do? Or was she just sure I was up to no good and seeking confirmation? [23:39:02] The latter, not the former. I told her if she wanted me to do any lasting damage it would cost ten times extra. [23:39:29] She may have been intoxicated, but not that intoxicated. [23:39:47] * Xivilai chuckles. "Of course. She needs that money for other things." [23:41:01] * Thalan smiles and continues typing, glancing over to Xivilai every few seconds. "Not like I would have done it anyways. Explosives are usually far too loud." [23:41:27] Explosives? How cliche'. [23:41:37] If you do not mind me asking, what is it you are typing? [23:42:29] Oh, this? Just a list and small description of all who've found me. It's not very large: you obviously have a good head on your shoulders, as well as keen ears. [23:43:24] And... you got lucky. [23:43:39] * Xivilai giggles. "Perhaps I did." [23:44:47] So. Do you do this often? [23:45:15] Depends. Not very many know of my more... unique services, so most don't ask. [23:45:44] * Xivilai smirks. "I see. And if I wish to contract these services, how may I find you?" [23:49:41] * Thalan takes his datapad and shows her an e-mail address. "There." [23:50:57] * Xivilai glances the address over and nods. "Alright. Then perhaps I shall see you again in the future." [23:51:13] * Thalan nods. "And about my payment?" [23:52:41] * Xivilai shrugs. "One moment, please." She stands and heads into her room, returning shorly with a stack of old-fashioned credit bills. "Here you are. You can count it if you like." [23:53:55] * ` (Segev@d-131-151-189-038.dynamic.umr.edu) Quit (herring.sandwich.net sourdough.sandwich.net) [23:55:05] * Thalan takes a quick look at them. "That should be enough for the services rendered. Oh, and you might want to re-activate your cameras." [23:55:44] * Thalan chuckles as he prepares to leave. "Guess I'm moving again." [23:55:56] * Xivilai chuckles. "Of course. Oh, and do have a nice day?" [23:56:58] * Thalan nods as he starts climbing down the tree. "Until next time." [23:57:26] ( End there? ) [23:57:33] (Sounds good.) [23:57:45] [ Minisession End. XD ] End of #D&D buffer Wed Feb 05 18:59:19 2003