Occa starts identifying things...
potion: when he tastes it, he levitates off the ground.
scroll: MU2 spell: Leomund's trap.
longsword: when he grasps it he is zapped for 7 hit points of damage.
ring: Occa is unable to determine anything about it.
elfin chain mail: provides protection equivilent to plate mail and shield.
khopesh sword: when he grasps it he is zapped for 14 hit points.
"Unhand me, you ignoble, chaotic ball of putrifying slime!" it says to him in common. You also note that the blade does not glow. "Or I shall chop you into the mother of all sushis!"
full plate armour: affords the wearer protection equivilent to full plate and shield.
Cannon Fodder tries his luck with the ring, but learns nothing about it, either.
Acco-lite, though, determines that the wearer is able to detect lies when wearing it.
Gilstrock starts to train Darian.
Gilstrock shakes his head and throws his arms up at Occa's words. "Always trying to avoid a good workout, eh? Well, go read your books. C'mon, Darian, workout time."
"Lead and I shall follow." says the elf.
Gilstrock leads Darian on a run to the international date line and back.
Or, anyway, as close as you can get in a good few hour start-of-fighter-training run.
"Greetings Gilstrock i am a ranger from the south and i have recently joined the company, i will come running with you , i need to work lose this buzzing in my head from our encounter with the salad, sorry slaad, whatever , we will have to make him into diced carrot next time we meet eh.. comrades"
Angst runs off with them.
Gonzo jumps on the training wagon, minus his heavy pack and will easily keep up with the other fighters.
"Slaads", he says jogging off, "Nuttin more den critters dat kin be kilt with da righ karumba... der next time may be de opportunity we be needing to KARUMBA dem instead. Lead on fellers... I gots plenty o' agitation to work out o' meself too. Darian, you might want to learn a bit o me own tactics....."
"I'm afraid I'm not very good at moving quietly, Gonzo. But, if that isn't necessary for your tactics, I'd be interested in learning the rest."
Then heard from way off in the distance... "... AND DA REST O' YOUSE SAVE ME SUM O' DAT MAMOOTH!"
"Hah!!" Gilstrock says, loudly and merrily. "As if they'll even DENT the mammoth with the four of us gone!"
"Well, Al might make a dent. And BrightAxe."
"We need a store run for more dwarven spirits" grins BrightAxe "I think we needs us some barrels of it !" His eyes lighting up .
Another fighter in the group makes BrightAxe inanely happy and truly desiring a drinking/eating contest.
"Hmmm...I think I still have a functioning liver," says Robert. "You're on!"
"Hmm, a sword with an attitude," Gilstrock says. "That could be interesting."
Cannon Fodder detects evil on both swords.
The longsword radiates evil, the khopesh sword does not.
Next, he uses the know alignment function of the rod on both swords.
Occa says, "I would guess the Khopesh is lawful."
The longsword is chaotic evil while the khopesh is lawful good.
Darian says adamantly, "We should destroy the longsword. Um... how does one do that?"
"Feed it to a rust monster," suggests Robert.
Occa says to the Khopesh sword, "What kind of sword are you?"
"That I will only tell to a person worthy of weilding me, infidel!"
"Is there anyone here you would like to weild you the most?"
"Let someone grasp me, and we shall see!"
"Oh that is rich.. heh," Al says with a chuckle, "true I may be as chaotic as Occa, but I am still a Paladin and maybe we can come to terms." he says to Occa as he adds his old khopesh sword to the chest and picks up the new, talkative one with slight apprehension.
"That is better!" says the sword, as it begins to emit a golden glow.
"Shit," mutters Valdar, seeing this. "Al's gonna be unliveable, now."
"Um, I'd like to claim the chain mail... Unless you're interested Valdar?" asks Darian.
"You need it more than I do."
Darian takes the elfin chain mail.
"Al do you mind if i try and use the khopesh sword that you have returned to the chest, and could you tell me what the powers are that you have discovered" says Angst, taking said sword. "I will place a claim for the potion"
"Angst, it improved my aim while using it and it can detect magic when asked. That is all I know about so far.." Al responds.
June 3rd is mild and wet again, as the treasure division and Darian's training continues...
"My name is Alhamet Horuson, better known to this group as Al, Paladin of the great Horus and who might you be ?" Al asks the sword.
"I am Saddam the Avenger!"
"Well Saddam, tell me about yourself ? The Avenger, a being after my own heart.." he says with a grin.
Occa rolls his eyes, "Great, a paladin and a freaking holy avenger...just great."
"My sentiments exactly..." says Valdar with a nod.
"I seek to impose the will of Goodness and Law upon the world!" exclaims the sword in common. "We must purge the world of all else! First, we shall destroy all evil...then all chaos...then all of neutrality...leaving only the Good and the Just!"
"Oh, bleah," Gilstrock says. "It's a Paladin sword alright. Problem with you, sword, is that you don't eat enough meat. Makes you undernourished and cranky. Eat enough, you feel better."
"I am hungry to feed on the blood of evil and chaotics!" proclaims the sword.
"Whelp," Gilstrock says, "nothing more chaotic than a good side of beef."
"When you are all finished with evil, Al, let me know, so that we can find a rust monster," says Pharian.
Testing the sword, Al says nothing, but smiles wide.
The sword pauses.
"Why do you hang around with these scumballs, anyway?"
"We're the only ones who will put up with him," says Pharian to the sword.
"Thank you Pharian for that overwhelming vote of support !" Al replies in a sarcastic tone of voice.
"May I cut his tongue out?" asks Saddam.
"Bah," Gilstrock says. "Thought it was bad enough to have a Paladin around, but with a talking sword...! I'm gonna go work out."
"Let's talk about that, later !" Al says with a sheepish grin. "What exactly can you do ?"
"Belch" issues BrightAxe coming up with a mammoth slab, "Hey Al impose and purge aren't verbs generally used by holy avengers and paladins.. especially in reference to neutrality." He chews some more mammoth and talking with his mouthful between swigs of mead.. "if it's attitude is a little too much for a cleric of silverbeard to swallow you may wanna a closer look at the sword." He'll continue to the sword "Hey!, I represent that scumball remark... errr resent it...belch."
He continues the eating in a manner dwarves would consider piggish and excessive to get a good lead on the exercising fighters for the contest.
"I rest my case!" replies Saddam.
"All of the usual Holy Avenger abilities!" exclaims the sword fervently. If you did not better you would swear that it just showered you with spittle. "Plus, I can detect evil or good, find large traps, and detect magic! Now, how about you?"
"I have been a Paladin of Horus for many years. I am originally from another world, Abeir-Toril. I was brought here by Horus for reasons I have not yet ascertained, but since evil is involved, I know my first course of action is to expunge it from this place ! I believe you and I will get along very well together."
"Sounds good, I like you already. Saddam, I believe you and I need to take a walk."
The paladin turns to Valdar.
"Well, we'll see about that, Valdar.. maybe I'll just make things difficult especially for you, heh, heh" he says with a grin and a chuckle.
"You already do that," replies Valdar.
"You think so, Valdar.. heh.. gotta have fun somehow around here..heh" Al says with a goofy smile...
"Got a rust monster handy, Robert?" asks Darian.
"Not on me...no."
"Do you know where there's one around?"
Robert shakes his head.
Angst takes the potion.
Occa says, "I am off to Sandas for a short jaunt to the mages guild. I shall return shortly."
He disappears from sight.
Al and Saddam go off for a little talk...
That evening, after a hard day of training and such, Gilstrock kicks back at the campfire, putting up his feet (and probably adding an unpleasant aroma to the general area) and sipping at his ale, or whatever drink it is that we've got at camp.
"So, my hunting trip was quite pleasant," Gilstrock says. "It's good to get away and do a little straight hunting sometimes. Always being on edge, having to worry about being killed at each corner... well, that's fun, but it's good to get a break sometimes. I recommend it."
Gilstrock sits up and wipes his mouth. "So, tell me what happened while you all were in there without me."
Jesse strums her lute, "Well, let's see." she says. "We fought some monsters, found a drow undercity, and some dragons. Found Al. Lots of finding. Had some losses as well. But we're doing alright, mostly." she says as she continues to strum.