<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif;font-size:12pt">[Vesper]<br>Vesper would have pointed out what things were since he can sense dimensions even small ones like d pockets etc. He certainly could have directed Alex towards them. In fact he would have quickly assessed what might be useful to the others and pointed those items out.<br>[/Vesper]<br><div><span><br></span></div><div style="display: block;" class="yahoo_quoted"> <div style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div dir="ltr"> <font face="Arial" size="2"> On Thursday, April 3, 2014 6:56 AM, Kitsune <kitsunefx@netzero.net> wrote:<br> </font> </div> <div class="y_msg_container">[Alex]<br
clear="none">The Ex-Ranger responds, "I will help but I don't need much."<br clear="none">If directed to help with anything, she is willing to help but otherwise <br clear="none">is most concerned with the military situation.<br clear="none">[/Alex]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">ooc: A few dimensional pocket, maybe a belt with pouches, would be <br clear="none">useful but she would not know to ask. She does not know much about magic.<br clear="none"><br clear="none"><br clear="none">On 04/01/2014 17:07, Aaron Clausen wrote:<br clear="none">> [GM]<br clear="none">> When everyone steps through the portal, they find themselves outside<br clear="none">> of a rather odd building. It looks to have been<br clear="none">> carved, or, considering the very smooth and rounded lines of the<br clear="none">> building, possibly grown from living rock. It is a two story structure<br clear="none">> with several doors and windows, none round
or square and all at odd<br clear="none">> angles and in strange shapes. A sign above what probably is the main<br clear="none">> door (which is five-sided) is neon and announces it as "Keldon and<br clear="none">> Sons Magic and Items of Interest". There appears to be no electrical<br clear="none">> cable leading between the sign, which seems to float about six inches<br clear="none">> of the wall of the building, and the building itself.<br clear="none">><br clear="none">> Up and down the street people are quickly beginning to panic. Clearly<br clear="none">> those that did not know of the invasion, now know there is one, likely<br clear="none">> due to Alex's radio broadcast. A number of citizens, still putting on<br clear="none">> their armor, are forming into a militia of some kind. There are no<br clear="none">> Splugorth Minions in sight, but down the street a building is burning,<br clear="none">> and tracers
from gunfire can be seen in the evening sky. Still, it<br clear="none">> presently seems contained to a single area of the town and hasn't<br clear="none">> spread.<br clear="none">><br clear="none">> Keldon pays little attention to what goes on around him. He bursts<br clear="none">> through the door. Inside two D-Bees that look nearly identical to<br clear="none">> Keldon are hastily throwing scrolls and various other items into a<br clear="none">> number of odd, silvery boxes that ought to have, by now, been filled.<br clear="none">><br clear="none">> Keldon is literally crying by this point. "Seventy years work done and<br clear="none">> gone!" he says miserably. "Hurry up lads," he says to the two other<br clear="none">> squiddish D-Bees. "If those Splugorth have any skill at all, they will<br clear="none">> be able to at least get a general idea of where our friend's portal<br clear="none">> took us."<br
clear="none">><br clear="none">> He turns back to Oz, Vesper and Alex. "You can have whatever you want<br clear="none">> from this shop, providing you can grab it in about sixty seconds,<br clear="none">> providing you take the three of us and the contents of these boxes<br clear="none">> with us."<br clear="none">><br clear="none">> The Archbishop, who has been hanging back, is outraged. "You'll accept<br clear="none">> this... this shopkeeper's offer, but my offer is spurned?"<br clear="none">><br clear="none">> The Sergeant radios Oz. "We're on board, sir. Mr. Smythe and Lady<br clear="none">> Louissa are here. Awaiting your instructions."<br clear="none">><br clear="none">> Quite suddenly the gun fire stops, and in its place sounds like the<br clear="none">> heavy pounding of feet down the street.<br clear="none">> [/GM]<br clear="none">><br clear="none"><br clear="none">-- <br clear="none">"those who
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