You have just entered room "Chat 41645498183178803000."
Vernjonal has entered the room.
EverGuard4 has entered the room.
MilesMk1 has entered the room.
MilesMk1: Hello.
Thematrian1: So, when we left our heroes-or-whatever, two of them were being astonished by the presence of the third
MilesMk1: Who just cast a translation spell.
Thematrian1: yep
MilesMk1: "Yeah, we can understand you now. Just do that first next time, instead of that whole 'no habla ingles, senior' bullshit."
MilesMk1: *winces and rubs the back of his head with his free hand*
Thematrian1: Blake: the bitterly hung-over feeling is starting to subside. You still feel terrible, but the edge is coming off.
EverGuard4: "Bullshit?"
MilesMk1: "Figure of speech."
EverGuard4: (you think he understands the phrase literally, hence his confusion)
Vernjonal: #The one time I open the door?#
Thematrian1: (Sure does look that way, yeah)
MilesMk1: #Heh... Sorry, I was sort of unconscious at the time.#
Thematrian1: Shojo stirs a bit in her unconsciousness.
MilesMk1: #You wanna ask him what he's doing in the van, or should I? I think I'm not my usual diplomatic self just now.#
Vernjonal: #If you want I can do it. I'm trying to figure out how to get Spider back.#
MilesMk1: "So... Care to explain what you're doing in our van?"
MilesMk1: "And please, don't say 'sitting on a drone'."
EverGuard4: "I'm searching for food."
EverGuard4: *examines seat*
Thematrian1: Your seat is a drone. It does not look like food to you.
Vernjonal: (Mmm, tasty drone.)
Thematrian1: (You finish eating your drone)
MilesMk1: "Why not stay behind and let the people who have been taking care of you feed you?"
MilesMk1: "By the way, there's some food in there. Outside pocket." *points at a large back in the back*
Thematrian1: (Leftover Chinese, was it?)
Vernjonal: (Brb, switching computers)
Vernjonal has left the room.
EverGuard4: "I disagreed with the Baron and his servants."
EverGuard4: "May I take some?" (referring to food)
MilesMk1: (Beef jerky and pretzels. Blake's snacks of choice.)
Thematrian1: (Ah, yes)
MilesMk1: "Yeah, that's why I told you where it is."
EverGuard4: "Thank you, sir."
MilesMk1: (Well, and beer, but this is on a run.)
EverGuard4: *retrieves a modest amount of food*
EverGuard4: *examines momentarily before munching*
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 1 4 4 5 4 5 1 5 1 6 4 1 1 3 5
MilesMk1: "What did you disagree with them about? And who's the Baron?"
EverGuard4: "I do not know the Baron, merely his subordinates."
EverGuard4: eep...
MilesMk1: (well, the jerky is unpoisoned, as far as I know...)
MilesMk1: (Unless Shojo's been busy while I was fighting for our pay.)
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Thematrian1: (Hah.)
Umbrafer has entered the room.
EverGuard4: "I cannot explain our disagreement."
Thematrian1: Blake: this isn't quite making sense, and you don't think it's just the aftereffects of the spell ;-)
MilesMk1: "As in you're not allowed to, or you're not capable of it?"
EverGuard4: "Could you re-ask?"
Umbrafer: (If this conversation doesn't make more sense to me in the next minute or so, I'm going to jump into Spider)
Umbrafer: (That being in-character)
MilesMk1: "Is something or someone preventing you from explaining the disagreement, or do you simply have no way of explaining it?"
EverGuard4: "No way, I think."
MilesMk1: "Let me ask this another way. What did the baron's subordinates do to you, that made you decide to leave? What were they doing when you ran away?"
EverGuard4: "He tried to unmake me."
MilesMk1: "Kill you?"
EverGuard4: "Take me apart."
MilesMk1: "What with? Their bare hands, machines, magic?"
MilesMk1: "Or do you mean that they tried to take apart your mind?"
EverGuard4: *ponders question*
EverGuard4: "Mind, I think."
MilesMk1: "Did you do anything out of the ordinary to make them do that, or did they try to do it for no reason apparent to you?"
EverGuard4: "I think he tried because he did."
Thematrian1: (How's the sense-making coming along, Alex?)
Umbrafer: #I'm going to take a look at Spider before this gives me a headache. Let me know if anything comes up.#
Umbrafer: (Great minds :-) )
MilesMk1: #Sure... I suppose mine can;t get any worse anyway.#
MilesMk1: "Do you know anything about the other people that were being kept there? The ones we were trying to carry out of there?"
Umbrafer: #Didn't you have some painkillers around here?#
EverGuard4: "No."
MilesMk1: #Yeah, but moving is too much effort right now.#
MilesMk1: #I'm conserving my strength to be able to operate my trigger finger.#
Thematrian1: Alex jumps into the spider. Through its limited visual sensors she sees an Islander face, a few inches away.
Umbrafer: Do I recognize it?
Thematrian1: The spider is standing on wet tarmac.
Thematrian1: Yes; it's one of the mages who took out Shojo and Blake
MilesMk1: "Speaking of moving things out... How did you get out? I jammed the damn elevator."
Umbrafer: *Sniffs the air, waves hello with a foreleg*
Thematrian1: "It's moving again."
Thematrian1: (someone else who you can't see) "Waving its legs again?" "Yes"
EverGuard4: "Out?"
Umbrafer: Going to wait a few seconds for further reaction. If I get none, Spider will proceed to dance a jig.
MilesMk1: (Bastard... I just need to lose one more box of stun, and the seven minutes that I'll get out of my trauma patch on average is about 70 times more than I need to shoot and thermite his ass.)
MilesMk1: "How did you get from the underground corridors to the outside world. Where we are now. Above ground."
Thematrian1: "It's dancing." "What?"
MilesMk1: (speaking of boxes of stun... the first took me 20 mnutes, let me check for the second one)
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 6 6 3 1 4 4 5 2
MilesMk1: (another 20 minutes)
Thematrian1: "Dancing, with all its legs." "How can you even stand to look at it for this long?"
EverGuard4: "The elevator."
EverGuard4: (Literally: "the moving closet")
Umbrafer: *Switches to some Slavic dances*
Thematrian1: The islander mage stands, and steps back a bit.
Umbrafer: *Stops dancing, mimes tipping a hat and bowing*
MilesMk1: "You did? I guess I missed it in all the excitement."
MilesMk1: "So, what do you plan on doing now?"
Thematrian1: "I'm taking it back inside." "But he..." "...didn't say when." There's a bark of laughter, and Mage #1 reaches for the spider.
EverGuard4: *shrugs*
EverGuard4: "I'll need to find more food."
Umbrafer: *Skitters backwards a bit*
Thematrian1: Frustrated, he grabs for it in earnest. (I'll call this Quickness(4) for him, and a Dodge for you)
OnlineHost: Thematrian1 rolled 15 6-sided dice: 3 2 2 1 5 2 4 6 1 2 5 1 6 4 4
MilesMk1: "You realize that we're in the middle of a desert, right? Food might be hard, but water will actually be the big problem."
EverGuard4: *ponders* "I do not know our location."
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 13 6-sided dice: 4 6 4 4 2 4 2 2 1 3 4 1 2
Thematrian1: yeah, that was one-sided. You dance around his hand with apparent effort. Or real effort.
MilesMk1: "We're (this far from the nearest major town)."
Thematrian1: (Uh, Many km and Chicago)
Umbrafer: What does the area I'm on look like?
Thematrian1: Looking around in detail, you quickly figure out where you are: about 10 meters from the hangar where all the assorted bizarre stuff went down.
Umbrafer: Anyone else immediately visible?
Thematrian1: Just the two mages
Thematrian1: "Leave it. It'll go home eventually, right?"
MilesMk1: "So, do you think it's a good idea to take those people the Baron is holding out of here?"
Umbrafer: What do the mages seem to be doing?
EverGuard4: "I don't know."
Thematrian1: Watching the spider. It's hard to say for sure, but they look disgusted
Umbrafer: Spider's forlegs droop. It is sad.
MilesMk1: "How do you feel about what we did to the Baron's subordinates?"
Thematrian1: They do not seem moved by the spider's sadness.
Umbrafer: It will sulk off towards a corner, then.
EverGuard4: "What did you do?"
Thematrian1: It's outside
MilesMk1: (Someone should point out to them that spiders are not bugs. :p)
MilesMk1: "We, uh... unmade some of them." *gets ready to act in case mage gets hostile because of this*
EverGuard4: "Unmade?"
Umbrafer: Then it will look around to see if it can find a discarded wrapper or something and a toothpick or similar-length-and-thickness stick with which to prepare for its journey.
Thematrian1: uh...roll Perception
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 1 1 6 1 4 2
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Thematrian1: It takes a minute, but you find a discarded candy wrapper. It looks to be many, many years old; all the text has been worn off.
MilesMk1: "Sorry... An attempt at humor. Killed. The old and wizened one with bad teeth, the one with scars all over, and some other, lesser ones."
Umbrafer: *Sadness forgotten, Spider dances for joy and looks for the stick*
Umbrafer: (Taking the wrapper, of course.)
EverGuard4: *confused*
Thematrian1: (Of course. You find a stick with no trouble)
EverGuard4: er...
EverGuard4: sorry Matt, ooc chat with Seiler for a sec-- I may need to nix that last description
MilesMk1: Ok.
Umbrafer: Going to try to make a pole-and-sack thing with them. You know what I mean?
MilesMk1: But if you come back from the chat with the info that "Oh, no, they're not dead.", I don't wanna hear it. ;-)
MilesMk1: (I had a feeling that was what you were going for.)
EverGuard4: (*grinbig*)
Thematrian1: I know what you mean. Roll...oh God, I don't know what to ask for here. Walkers, I guess.
Umbrafer: Defaulting to Reaction at +2.
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 13 6-sided dice: 2 3 4 2 2 5 6 3 6 4 2 2 4
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 6
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
EverGuard4: *ponders, confused*
EverGuard4: "I grief to hear it."
MilesMk1: "Even though they tried to unmake you?"
Thematrian1: (OOC - fire alarm in the cluster
Thematrian1: (I may have to get off for a bit, we'll see)
Umbrafer: (*Nods*)
Thematrian1: (Wait, no, that's the sound it makes when someone tries to steal a computer. Everyone point and laugh at the moron!)
Umbrafer: (What'd they do?)
EverGuard4: "I think... wrong word?"
Thematrian1: (Grab the computer and run. This could have worked, since I'm the only person here, and I'm not paying attention. But disconnecting one of the cables sets off the alarm. Then the security guard from upstairs comes in)
MilesMk1: "Which one? Grief?"
EverGuard4: *pauses* "Unmake."
MilesMk1: "What would be a better word for what they tried to do?"
MilesMk1: (By the way, let me know when 20 minutes passes in-game, ok?)
Thematrian1: (Will do)
Umbrafer: (Failed his Electronics B/R, I suppose. Did Spider succeed?)
Thematrian1: The spider has succeeded, though it takes several minutes. The mages just watch.
Umbrafer: When it finishes, it waves goodbye to the mages, slings the stick over its shouder-ish-thing, and starts walking down the road.
Thematrian1: They look at each other. They wave back.
EverGuard4: "Takeapart?"
EverGuard4: (he says it as one word)
MilesMk1: (I wonder whether they're being this philosophical about this whole thing because they haven't seen all we did yet, like the smoking corpses, or whether they just don't care.)
MilesMk1: "I really don't know what you mean. But we might be able to take you to someone who might be able to figure out what happened to you."
MilesMk1: #Maybe we don't need to go back for our one volunteer after all?#
MilesMk1: #Speaking of that, what's the plan?#
Umbrafer: #We're going to have to, Spider can probably only get about three or four kilometers.#
Umbrafer: #The question is whether we want to hit the mages when we do.#
Umbrafer: (Edit: it'd probably be more in-character to say something like "corpses")
EverGuard4: *ponders*
MilesMk1: #Well... Our hitchhiker here says it grieves him we killed the others, he might be a problem.#
MilesMk1: #And there's the issue of taking them out. I have a stim patch I can use to get up to speed for a few minutes, but then, I'm going to crash. Hard.#
Umbrafer: #Would a nap help, do you think? We should hit when the tanker gets here if we're going to, and that's in $HOURS#
Thematrian1: ($HOURS = 7 at this point)
Thematrian1: (Blake, you get another box of stun back)
MilesMk1: Yay!
OnlineHost: MilesMk1 rolled 8 6-sided dice: 6 1 5 4 5 4 1 3
MilesMk1: Another 20 minutes.
MilesMk1: for the next one.
MilesMk1: #Well, going by past experiences, I should be in working order in another two-three hours...#
MilesMk1: #I can definitely wait. Anything you want me to say to our guest?#
MilesMk1: #Hell, do we keep him around, or send him walking?#
Umbrafer: #Well, we're paying for the tanker whether or not anyone goes back in it. We can decide then.#
Umbrafer: #I have no idea.#
Umbrafer: #If he wants to start anything, there are better places to do it than on one of my drones, though.#
MilesMk1: #All right... I'll be taking it easy, then.#
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 9 6-sided dice: 2 2 2 6 2 6 1 6 6
MilesMk1: *makes small talk with The Stranger trying to figure out any details at all about his experiences at the base, and what he knows of the world.*
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 9 6-sided dice: 6 5 6 3 6 2 6 6 1
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 9 6-sided dice: 3 6 2 1 3 6 5 4 3
EverGuard4: damn....
EverGuard4: wasted rolls =(
Umbrafer: (When the Spider gets about three kilometers out, leaving it between one and two kilometers from its maximum range, I'm going to drive back and pick it up. Keeping an eye out for anything. I'm going to immediately return to current
Umbrafer: distance thereafter)
Thematrian1: (All right. What's its top speed?)
Umbrafer: (All of 2 meters/turn. It'll be about two hours)
Umbrafer: (Wait)
Umbrafer: (More like three)
Thematrian1: Small talk takes place between Blake and The New Guy. Anything either of you want to add to that?
EverGuard4: (spent base time in the basement. Knows little of the world.)
MilesMk1: "What's your name, again?"
EverGuard4: (occasionally misspeaks, generally curt)
EverGuard4: "Rock."
Umbrafer: (Do you smell…)
Thematrian1: (Yes, yes he does ;-))
EverGuard4: (ouch... that hurts)
Umbrafer: (Just make sure no one drops a church on you.)
EverGuard4: (and I thought you guys were my trusted level .42 contacts!)
MilesMk1: (Lost me there. Smell?)
Umbrafer: (If a Level 1 needs to make an Intelligence Check to remember your name, what does is level .42 contact?)
Thematrian1: (Jon was going with "Do yo usmell what the Rock is cooking", which is something to do with wrestling IIRC)
Thematrian1: (I played off of that: "Does he smell? Yes he does!" The .42 thing I don't get either)
Thematrian1: So, if there's nothing else:
Thematrian1: The spider finishes its journey
EverGuard4: (nvm... < just ignore me)
Umbrafer: Spider: *Sits down by the side of the road panting, looks for some water before realizing that it doesn't drink, then looks for some oil. Preferably natural.*
MilesMk1: (ah, ok)
Thematrian1: It finds no oil, how sad
Thematrian1: The van rumbles to life, and heads for the spider
Umbrafer: *Sighs and waits, thinking about how it's going to bawl Alex out when she gets there*
Umbrafer: *Drive drive drive*
MilesMk1: How much time passes, exactly?
Thematrian1: You arrive. The spider is there.
Thematrian1: Three hours, and a little more. Blake, you recover completely in this period.
MilesMk1: Yay!
Umbrafer: *Opens door, scoops up spider*
MilesMk1: How's Shojo doing?
Umbrafer: *Spider immediately crawls to the top of Alex's head and begins berating Alex in chittering squawks*
Umbrafer: *Van fills with the sound of annoyed spider*
Thematrian1: She has awakened. She's in a foul mood, and not inclined to speak.
MilesMk1: (So she's not inclined to speak, but otherwise normal.)
EverGuard4: *looks at thing on girl's head*
Umbrafer: Spider: *Notices newcomer, becomes silent and waves in recognition*
EverGuard4: *waves*
Thematrian1: Except for the spider, a silent falls. In fairness, this is an odd situation.
Umbrafer: Spider: *Crawls over to its usual perch on Blake's shoulder*
Umbrafer: #Any idea what we're going to do with the guest?#
MilesMk1: *takes some time to set up the thermite in easy-to-use bundles and attach them to his combat webbing*
MilesMk1: #No clue. The only reason I haven't suggested knocking him out yet is because he's a mage, and you never know about those.#
MilesMk1: #Should we ask him what he plans to do if we go in again?#
Umbrafer: #Sure#
MilesMk1: #Why don't you try, maybe he'll open up to you. I don't think he trusts me.#
Umbrafer: *Stretches, sits back in chair*
Umbrafer: "So, how are you adjusting to life outside?"
EverGuard4: *looks at girl in confusion*
MilesMk1: *busies himself with his gear, including scraping off / washing off assorted residues and splatters*
EverGuard4: *focuses momentarily*
Umbrafer: "Life above."
EverGuard4: "Did you say to me?"
Umbrafer: "Yes."
EverGuard4: *thinks* "What did you say to me?"
Umbrafer: "How are you adjust… how are you findin… *long pause* how are you?"
Thematrian1: (Some of that is going to have to be exposed to more serious cleaning agents, but Blake manages to make himself presentable)
Umbrafer: (Just as long as I'm not around when he does that stuff)
EverGuard4: "Fine."
MilesMk1: (Most of that that doesn't cost a lot of money is getting burned as soon as I have replacements.)
Umbrafer: "The place you came from– we may be going back soon. Does that bother you?"
EverGuard4: "No."
Umbrafer: "The people who were there– how do you feel about them?"
EverGuard4: "I do not know them."
Umbrafer: "If we were to go back, what would you do?"
EverGuard4: *ponders*
EverGuard4: "I don't know."
EverGuard4: "Do you want something?"
Umbrafer: "Yes."
Umbrafer: "We need answers. For that we need one of the people we left."
EverGuard4: "Answers to?"
Umbrafer: "The question of what the people were doing there."
Thematrian1: A pause.
Thematrian1: Is the van doing anything special?
Umbrafer: Not really. Scanning the skies and environs on its own, with orders to alert me if it detects anything meaningful.
MilesMk1: It's doing whatever it needs to to avoid whatever your're about to spring on us. ;P
Thematrian1: heh. All right. The van has not reported any such.
EverGuard4: "So what do you want of me?"
Umbrafer: If there isn't anything further, I guess we're waiting for the tanker. I'm recharging the spider as well.
Umbrafer: #Heh. You wanna take this one?#
MilesMk1: "Well... Can you do anything to disable the Baron's minions? If not, we'd appreciate it if you didn't impede our efforts in any way."
EverGuard4: "I doubt I can aid you against them. I shall sit here."
MilesMk1: #So much for that.#
Umbrafer: #I guess so.@#
Umbrafer: *-#
Umbrafer: Er, -@
MilesMk1: "Can you do anything to make it harder for their magic to affect us? If we go down, you won't have a way of getting out of this place, you know."
EverGuard4: (sorry, I was afk)
EverGuard4: "I doubt. I can try."
MilesMk1: "All right."
MilesMk1: *completes his preparations and waits*
Umbrafer: *Waits and scans environs*
Thematrian1: You scan the environs. As far as you can tell, they don't scan back.
Thematrian1: Now what?
MilesMk1: We go in, and win?
Umbrafer: We go in, and everybody loses..
Thematrian1: ok. You go home in victory to chicago and are eaten by wasps. The end.
Umbrafer: Hehehe
Umbrafer: Waiting for the tanker.
Thematrian1: Two hours pass.
Thematrian1: The tanker is under an hour away.
Umbrafer: #Moment of truth. Are we doing this?#
MilesMk1: #Well, we need at least one of them to get paid.#
MilesMk1: #Of course, now that they know we're here...#
MilesMk1: #Still, I think it needs to be done.#
Thematrian1: Alex: the van location is also the tanker coords you gave to Sigrun IIRC?
Umbrafer: I gave the coordinates while we were still in the base, but I probably would have given them a few hundred meters outside.
Thematrian1: All right. The time approacheth. There's a lot of slop in the timings anyway. Are you heading to the meet location?
Umbrafer: Meet location?
Thematrian1: Where the tanker was to meet you.
Umbrafer: I figure we'd probably launch our assault in advance of the tanker
Thematrian1: ahhh
Umbrafer: Between 15 and 30 minutes before it got there.
Thematrian1: well, you have under an hour, as I said. Hard to be sure exactly
Umbrafer: Mmk. Going to give it about fifteen minutes. Not going to let it pass the van, of course.
Umbrafer: And then, we're goin' in.
Thematrian1: Fifteen minutes pass. The tanker does not pass the van.
Umbrafer: #Buckle up.#
MilesMk1: "Buckle up."
Umbrafer: "Buckle up back there!"
MilesMk1: *buckles up*
Thematrian1: The riot drone does not have seatbelts.
EverGuard4: "What?"
Umbrafer: ("Here's some duct tape. Attach yourself to the drone.")
Umbrafer: "Find someplace to hang on"
EverGuard4: *follows girl's instructions*
Thematrian1: There's an abundance of hand-holds.
Thematrian1: The van goes in?
Umbrafer: Indeed it does.
Thematrian1: As the van rolls through the gate, Rock is called upon to make a Perception test
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 9 6-sided dice: 3 6 6 2 6 1 3 5 3
OnlineHost: EverGuard4 rolled 3 6-sided dice: 3 4 2
EverGuard4: 10, 9 8, 5, crud
Thematrian1: You're in. The place looks deserted. What are you doing?
Umbrafer: #Where do you want to deploy?#
MilesMk1: #Outside the small door, but I'd like you to take a look inside via drone before I go in - don't want to get dropped again.#
Umbrafer: #Want me to just go in the hole you made?#
MilesMk1: #That works too, if you don't mind.#
Umbrafer: *Vroom!*
Thematrian1: Crash!
Umbrafer: Pow!
Umbrafer: Anyone in there?
Thematrian1: The hangar is almost as empty as it was when you first found it; there's some pieces of ceiling left on the floor
Thematrian1: Oh, and the attack helicopter wreckage is right where you left it
EverGuard4: "The Bokor knows of our arrival."
Umbrafer: Scanning for targets.
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 6 1 3 3
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 4
Umbrafer: And again, with passive sensors.
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 7 6-sided dice: 3 6 2 4 4 4 5
OnlineHost: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
MilesMk1: "The Bokor? What's the Bokor?"
Thematrian1: You find no targets, Alex.
Umbrafer: *Nods*
Umbrafer: Not sure if that's good or bad.
EverGuard4: "One of the Baron's servants."
Thematrian1: (It's like finding no traps)
MilesMk1: (Well, I think it's gotten a little late to fight our way through the complex once again...)
Thematrian1: (I kinda wanted to hear the end of your conversation with Rock, but yes. I hadn't planned to do that part tonight.)
MilesMk1: (I think we've had more "wrap up" sessions for this run than sessions proper, but this point. ;-))
MilesMk1: "What is he? And how do you know that he knows we're here?"
Umbrafer: (Zombies take a lot of wrapping :-) )
Thematrian1: (Yeah, it's just like that. If Dragcrell shows up I'll probably do something solo for him in Chicago)
MilesMk1: (Do we have reason to think Dragcrell will show up?)
Thematrian1: (He said he would, and he'd be useful in the days to come)
EverGuard4: "A servant. One of his creations will tell him."
Umbrafer: (Was he supposed to be here tonight, or did you tell him we'd be busy fighting zombies?_)
Thematrian1: (He never showed. If he's ever on line at the appropriate time, I'll whip something up)
MilesMk1: "What are these creations of his?"
EverGuard4: "I cannot describe it."
MilesMk1: "How do I kill... Oh, never mind. If you think of anything useful, just yell out..."
EverGuard4: 8nods
Thematrian1: So, same entry point as last time?
Thematrian1: I guess that's it for tonight.
MilesMk1: Probably a good point to stop.
Umbrafer: Sounds good.
MilesMk1: I don't think we know of a different way in besides the elevator.
Umbrafer: Incidentally, does anyone remember the names of any Viking knives?
Thematrian1: Before the charge into the undead regenerating mages who've had hours to prepare for your return. Yeah, that's a good time to stop.
MilesMk1: Bah...
Thematrian1: um...saex?
MilesMk1: Viking knives... Sorry, nope.
Thematrian1: they're hard to use safely; you have to practice
Umbrafer: That wasn't it…
Umbrafer: (Incidentally, what's particularly difficult to use about them? I'm unfamiliar)
Umbrafer: IIRC the one I'm thinking of was primarily a stabbing weapon.
Thematrian1: (Oh. DammifIknow then.)
MilesMk1: Scramasax?
Umbrafer: That was it!
Thematrian1: (Anyway, there's nothing especially tricky about them. I was just implying a 'practicing safe saex' joke without having to actually make it)
Umbrafer: (Hehehe)
Thematrian1: ooh
Thematrian1: nasty looking things those