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Micheal said: "Hrm... it looks like he's been teleported, alright. I can see residual energy in the place in astral space, right where Eruantian just was. Hrm... let me take a closer look... see what I can find."

Micheal sat down on the ground, and then he sort of slumped over as if he was narcoleptic or something. Of course, everyone who'd seen him do this before knew that this was just him projecting himself into astral space.

However, this time he took much longer than usual to come back.

After about five minutes Maria poked Micheal with her finger: "Good Mage, are you... with us? Helooooo?" He just fell over a bit, but otherwise there was no response.

Maxwell scratched his head: "Funny... I've never seen him take this long to.. um.. you know... get back to his body... before. I wonder if something is wrong?"

Maria took a closer look and said: "Well, he is still breathing... and I think his eyes are moving under those eyelids."

Suddenly, Micheal grabbed Maria's arms and screamed... until he was out of breath. He sat there, holding onto Maria's arms, catching his breath. He looked like he'd just come back from hell or something equally scary. (To Maria's credit, she didn't flinch... although she did look a little annoyed.) Micheal said: "Well, I found where Eruantian went... but not where he ended up. "

Maria said: "You can let go, now."

Maxwell said: "What was all the screaming about?"

Micheal replied: "Well, I tracked his teleportation trail through the City Of Doors... that's way out on the outer planes... and then back to this world, and found myself somewhere in the Underdark. Smack dab into the middle of a Drowish death-cult ritual, in progress. But, he wasn't there, his teleportation trail led somewhere else from there. Only, It was too dangerous for me to stick around to track down more of the trail. Too many astraly-aware mages trying to fry me around there so I cut the link and snapped back to my body. Hence the screaming. See, cutting the link like is NOT the recommended way to end an astral projection. It hurts. A lot. Usually I just zoom my asral self back to where my phisical self is and I merge them back together all carefull and gentle-like. Doing it like I just did is not fun at all."

He stood up: "Ohhhh man... I'm gonna feel that in the morning. I think I pulled an ether cord.."

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okes thread with a Poking Stick of Awkward Silence +1:

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[OOC: What is Marcus supposed to be doing?]

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[GM's Reply: Whatever you want him to do, really.]

Eruantian eventually found his way to a large brick tower guarded by two men clad in chain-mail.

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<OOC: I'm just wondering for something my character might do, are the Drow restricted by race or are their are few race traitors in the Drow.>

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<You're going to do another character?? Again? I was enjoying Felix.>
"Now what?" asked Prosper, looking towards Sealem and Farnaham. "Eruantian just randomly dissapeared." Suddenly the boy remembered something he had heard earlier. "Micheal, could this have anything to do with what you found on the back of the map? The portal things?"

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Micheal said: "I don't know... I just don't have enough information at this point to know what connection the two might have."

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Horin spoke up. "Map, what map?" He pulled on his beard slightly. "I'm assuming it had to do with the rings he was fiddling with when he popped off."

<OOC>I'm going on Christmas vacation for the next week, I should have internet, but I'm not positive. NPC me if necessary. </OOC>

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{Guys, I plan to get Eruantian back to the group ASAP. He just needs to talk to the Talismonger in the stone tower and then we can get this show on the road again.}

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<Ok so I'll be an NPC 'till thursday. If Sarge isn't around to controll me then I'm ok with you guys playing Prosper (you won't mess him up RIGHT? )>

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<OOC: *pokes stick at Somm-1*>

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Marcus ran off to hunt for some food. And probably to lift some big ol' rocks.

Behind one boulder in particular, there...

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Was another boulder, behind which as yet another boulder, but behind that one was a rock that had a tiger on it. Marcus could smell the tiger well before he could see it, but he was pretty sure the tiger wouldn't be easy to sneak up on. He remembered that the the big cats had nearly as keep a snese of smell as he did.

(not to mention their whiskers, and their keen eyesight)

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The Lizzardman peeked over one rock and just barely saw a few whiskers and the tops of the tiger's ears.

Awww yeah, a tiger... Marcus said to himself. Haven't seen one of these in years!

Marcus drew his sword and held it behind his back as he slowly, quietly crept up behind the tiger. Or however quietly a nearly-adult, precociously strong Lizzard could creep. Within seconds the tiger charged and Marcus snarled, leaping into the air, ready to slash the big cat into pieces.

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The tiger took a swipe at Marcus in mid-air, but Marcus twisted out of the way in mid-air, still managing to gut the cat up the mid-section with a slice of his sword.

hing: went the sword and "Mreeowww!" went the tiger.

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Andrew was meditating, this helps his Chi refresh faster, as he'd need this energy to combat the Drow although the party will be relying more on stealth.

<OOC: It can be hard conficting between what is realistic and what I want the character to do, I had an idea for my character to sneak in the base but found it unrealistic>

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[GM's note: Well, tomorow is Christmas Eve, so I declare a Christmas Break. See you back here Tuesday, December 27.
ushes the PAUSE button:
Happy Decemberween, everyone!

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<OOC: Andrew: Alright, I got bagh nakh for Christmas
Micheal: What the heck are bagh nakh?>

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{ Merry Christmas everyone -goes caroling- }

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<OOC> Sorry, everyone. Not only do I have a busy Christmas schedule, but there are also a few issues I need to work out with the internet access on my computer. I'll be hard pressed to post anything until after New Years. </OOC>

"Hark, swordsmen" Eruantian addressed the guards "I am in need of a Talismonger. Might I inquire of you where one might be?"

One of the guards looked at Eruantian and said: "Oh, aye. You've come to the right place if it's a Talismonger you be needing. This is the tower of the famous Talismonger Findley Gnbunaulger. It's fifty copper to enter, but you can't bring that in with you." The guard pointed at Eruantian's sword. "No weapons allowed. No exceptions."

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Both the Shing and the Mreeowww made Marcus a very happy Lizzard. He darted onto the top of a rock and saw the big cat writhe and roar in pain. After a while, Marcus leapt down and slashed up the tiger real good with his Huge Medieval Warrior Muscles™, giving them a good flexing after the tiger was sure to be dead.

"Hmmmmm, never had tiger meat before meself...but its fur would make a fine coat." An Idea struck Marcus. This, of course, meant something very bad.

Marcus skinned the tiger and took its pelt along with a good bit of meat. He spotted Prosper back with the group. "Hey, boy! I got a present for ya! Here." Marcus wrapped the boy in the tiger pelt. "Fought 'im meself. This kilt's alls I need for clothes; you can have it. Oh, and here's some of the meat."

[OOC: Whoa, that was an easy fight. Thanks for the Christmas present, Sarge. And I'll let you decide if tiger meat's harmful to humans.]

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<OOC> Wouldn't that be a bit slimy if it was just killed and all that? </OOC>

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"I'm talking about the writing we found on the other side of the map of this area." Prosper explained to Horrin. "Micheal said it had something to do with teleportation, and I think it might be connected to the rings. Hey, has anyone seen Marcus?"
It was at this moment that the lizardman returned carrying his new trophy, and draped it around the boy. Needless to say, since it hadn't gone through any scraping, curing, or tanning procedures it was "a bit slimy".
"Whaughhh!!" screamed the rouge, forgetting that they were in enemy territory. "Marcus," he said, after quickly taking off the pelt and wrapping it up into a large bundle (Tigers are pretty big). "I'm flattered, it'll make a wonderful... cloak or robe, but please warn me before you scare the living soul from my body."

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"No weapons?" Eruantian repeated inquisitively "Why, may I ask, must you disarm me?"

The guard said: "Well, it seems Mister Findley's been robed a number of times in the past, so he has had to put certain measures in place. One of them measures is that he don't allow people to walk into his tower carrying weapons. Don't worry, you'll get it back when you leave. It's all cataloged and numbered. Just present your ticket to us when you exit and we'll get you your things back."

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"Hey," hissed Marcus, "at least I did something nice for you, human boy. You should be lucky that I'm around."

Marcus was right; he had saved Prosper's life on more than one occasion. The least the boy could do was accept a gift from him.

"Well, if you don't want it, I'll give it to someone else." The Lizzard spotted his old friend, Captain Sealem. "Hark, Captain Elf! I got this tiger skin just for you!"

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"Whoa there buddy." cried Prosper. "I didn't refuse it. I love it, and thanks for bailing me out of all those jams, too. It's just that you startled me. But if you want to give it to someone else I won't stop you."
Prosper hoped that this would help make amends; Marcus wasn't someone you wanted to be enemies with.

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Drek said: "You know, from what I see can you did a really good job of skinning that tiger. It's a good pelt. Where'd you learn how to do that, Marcus?"

[GM's Note: Animal pelts need to be chemically treated if they are to be made into fur clothing. Otherwise, they will eventually rot away. In this world, professional furriers use tannins derived from vegetable matter, tree bark, and other such sources to stabilize the skin and fur of the animal and make it into something suitable for clothing. They can also make rawhide leather by using a process involving mineral lime and water.]

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"Years and years ago, Drek." Marcus's memory of names was strange. He knew the Elven prince's name right off the bat, but didn't seem to know (or care about) the names of the Elven captain and the young thief. Typical Lizzardman brain. You never knew what he could remember.

"Whenever I wasn't eating, building my muscles, or learning to swordfight, I also learned how to skin aminals. Except I escaped 'fore I learned how to make 'em into real clothes. Don't have much use of them meself, but if any of you know where we can find someone who can do that, I get the money." Marcus winked. "Or I can just sell the pelt instead."

A bit of money never hurt anyone. The shinier, the better.

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