The Lost (IC)

[mdsoze]

Douglas

Indeed. That's why I keep DVD backups of most of my data. I've never accidentally left a DVD in my pants. That would be pretty hard to miss.

[Alicorn]

Annika

"Yeah. I'm very fond of flash drives, I just have to remember to keep them in my purse and not my pockets or they disappear like that. Speaking of the contents of one's pockets, does anybody know why we aren't supposed to get gear for this campaign? I took a weapon focus and now I'm worried that I won't actually get my hands on a rapier with which to use it, if he has something weird up his sleeve."

[McSherrie]

Kim looks at Bill and shrugs. "Our dear doctor has made requests far more strange in nature before. I would guess that he is starting us in a military group, school, or prison however. Those would all explain adequately why we are beginning the campaign sans gear."

[mdsoze]

Douglas

Yeah. Either we're criminals, who will need to steal/sell our souls for gear, or we'll be provided standard issue stuff once the game has started. Hopefully we can draw a salary though. I do like my discretionary income.

[Lochar]

Annika

"Yeah. I'm very fond of flash drives, I just have to remember to keep them in my purse and not my pockets or they disappear like that. Speaking of the contents of one's pockets, does anybody know why we aren't supposed to get gear for this campaign? I took a weapon focus and now I'm worried that I won't actually get my hands on a rapier with which to use it, if he has something weird up his sleeve."

Brandon

Like I said," Brandon nods to his dice still on the table. Bardic Knowledge says we wake up in a prison with only the clothes on our back. Besides, grab a thin stick, sharpen it, and bam, one wooden rapier." He laughs before grabbing the die and stowing it again.

[wxdruid]

Gwen

I'd rather not wake up in a prison. My character prefers the great outdoors, not the indoor, underground, damp, moldy prison. She likes grass under her feet, not worked stone.

[mdsoze]

Douglas

Well, the last prison my character woke up in lasted all of 20 minutes before it was given a large skylight by a falling boulder. If we do end up incarcerated, I would imagine that cage would last a similar length of time.

[Wiz]

Bill

Bill snortlaughs, "Yeah, can you imagine roleplaying prison. What do you do for day one... day two... day three... day fifty seven..."

[McSherrie]

"Push-ups, pull-ups, and sit-ups of course. And I am sure that tattoos would have to be involved at some point as well."

[wxdruid]

Gwen

Make friends with all of the rats so you can sleep in peace.

[McSherrie]

"Good point, Gwen. And do not forget the birds! There is a book in there, I am sure of it."

[wxdruid]

Gwen

She gloomily replies, becoming more convinced that they're going to start in a jail since they don't have any belongings, or for that matter clothing...Only if there are windows, no windows, no birds.

[dauphinous]

Hannah

Hannah watches Douglas give Annika a background, her expression going closed and unreadable. She misses most of what's said at that point, turning to a little bit or brooding on the one subject that really, truly bugs her. People didn't like to touch her all that much, like she has some kind of disease that could rub off on them. Like if they get too close, they'll end up in a car crash, too. It's really the only thing she doesn't like about gaming. Everyone else is so vibrant and alive, and they interact on so many levels that Hannah just can't.

She distracts herself by putting her dice bag in her teeth and unzipping it with her one hand, then dumping them out on her tray. She has only one set of dice, because more dice means more dice to lose. As she watches them tumble out, her years of practice keeping them in the tray and off the floor, she notices Jason staring intently at his dice, probably thinking high rolling thoughts at them, as usual. It makes her smirk a little.

"What did you bring, Jason? Warforged dragonborn druid?" It's maybe delivered a little more harshly than she means to, but it's supposed to be funny.

[Lochar]

Brandon

Brandon bumps Hannah's leg lightly with his arm from where he sits. "That was last game, remember? This time he's playing a Warforged totemist."

[Wiz]

Bill

Bill looks up, apparently having missed the joke, "Hey, we're not supposed to do Warforged... only PHB races. Mr. Merlin was quite specific about that!"

[Santanya]

Jason

Jason chuckles softly, looking up from his dice and blinking a couple times. He grins, looking to Hannah for a moment. The grin widens as he looks towards Bill. "You mean you didn't get the new release of the three five handbook?" he asks. "They added a couple of the other races in, set the precident for ending the line of books," he says nonchalantly. "I'm surprised. I figured you would be one of the first people to get a hold of it actually. Or at least know about it."

He grins for a moment longer as he lets it sink in. "Warmage actually, with plans for down the road, so long as we get a few minutes of downtime here and there. I'll be making use of saying 'Later that evening' to advance time I'm sure."

[Loghren the Barbarian]

Peter

"So we have Jason with a Warmage and me with an Evoker/Sorcerer going for Ultimate Magus? Wow. Alright. Guess we'll have heavy artillery well covered."

[Wiz]

Bill

Bill smiles, "Warmages are cool. The more people with sharp pieces of metal and wood who stand between me and the bad guys, the better!"

[dauphinous]

Hannah

She doesn't feel Brandon bumping her leg (because it's paralyzed, of course), but Hannah sees that he moves, and that it's towards her, not away. Hard not to have mixed feelings about that, because it's nice to have friends, but 'friends' is all she's ever likely to have.

"Didn't you say you were doing Abjuration, Bill? That's kind of a weird choice for a specialty." For you, anyway. "What did you take as your barred schools?"

[Wiz]

Bill

Bill smiles at Hannah, "Actually, the numbers worked out perfectly. Three levels of wizard, five of master specialist, seven of initiate, and finish up master specialist with the last five levels. You know how fond I am of counterspelling. Of course, I also considered taking the UA variant where I can trade levels of memorized spells for Dispel Magic and Greater Dispel Magic... but even I couldn't swallow how bad the tradeoff was, much as I like the idea. Can you imagine... you have to give up all the extra spell levels you get for being a specialized wizard, meaning you gave up two schools for basically nothing, THEN you have to trade four levels of spell to get a third level dispel magic, or seven levels of spells for a sixth level greater dispel magic. It's like paying for the priveledge of being taxed." He shrugs, "For my barred schools I picked evocation, because it's the lamest school for a group oriented wizard, and necromancy because frankly, for wizards it's a creepy school; useful, but creepy."

[Loghren the Barbarian]

Peter

"No evocation and no necromancy? Those are my two favorites! Fireball never gets old. I don't care if it's not "optimized." It's just plain fun. So is scoring a crit on the maximized ray of enfeeblement. Succeeding on the ray of exhaustion afterward, of course, is just over kill. Which is also fun."

Peter shrugs. He spends time spinning his dice like tops, seeing which spins best, and picks them up when they fly off the table, only to spin them again.

"By the way - what is Master Specialist?"

[McSherrie]

"Logically speaking, over kill is just that. I prefer to be able to move my strike to the next upright target myself." Kim winks at Peter, trying to make sure that he knows she is not serious. She occasionally eyes her second cookie, but manages to remind herself that waiting makes much more sense because she will be hungry for it later regardless of whether she eats it now or not.

[Santanya]

Jason

Jason chuckles. "Bah, no need to fricassee everything," he says. "Though, get a few effigy's to help out in a fight," he adds. "Spell slinging adds to the fun of course." He leans back in his chair, taking a long swig of tea from his bottle and eyes the cookies for a moment. He smiles and leans forward, sneaking one of the cookies quickly thereafter.

"So it should be interesting to say the list with all of us," he says, then takes a bite out the cookie. "Mmm, very good," he adds round the mouthful.

[wxdruid]

Gwen

Gwen chuckles a little, I'm just waiting for the higher levels of druid...I've found quite a lot of area weather spells I'm just dying to try out.

[DarkLadyOfTheSith]

Professor Benson walks into the room a few seconds after the clock ticks over to 6:30. "Gentlemen. And ladies, of course," he says as he enters. The professor is of average height, and balding. And, although his wispy hair is mostly white, his skin is largely unwrinkled, making his age hard to determine. He's dressed like the typical professor, including the chalk-stained pants and tweed coat with elbow patches. In his left hand is his old, hardshell briefcase, a relic in this modern age. "I trust your finals went well?" He rests a hand of camaraderie briefly on Hannah's shoulder, then does the same for each of you along the left aisle as he passes you to his customary seat. "And that you've scheduled sufficient time to allow for this game to continue unhindered?" He gives each of you a thin smile.

[Wiz]

Bill

Bill looks at Peter slackjawed, "You're taking a specialist wizard and you haven't even looked at Master Specialist for you future advancement? At 5th level you could already be two levels up in it, and all it does is give you nifty things like straight wizard advancement, free feats, a bonus to your concentration rolls when casting evocations, resistance to the type of energy you're casting... just lot's of..." Bill pauses as Professor Benson enters. "Oh, good evening professor."

[dauphinous]

Hannah

"I have all the time in the world." Hannah smiles up at the professor, tapping a key on her laptop once to knock it out of standby mode. "If you want a cookie, help yourself." She nods with her chin to indicate the box she brought. She didn't really expect him to take one, but it never hurts to offer.

[mdsoze]

Douglas

As Professor Benson walks in, Douglas ends the backrub, and gives Annika's shoulders a squeeze before heading back towards his area. After he sits down, he stacks his books carefully, and picks out the dice that will start the evening for his character.

Good to see you too, Dr. Benson. I saw the sign on the way in stating that the library was closing at midnight tonight, but until they kick us out, I'm here and ready to game.

[Lochar]

Professor Benson walks into the room a few seconds after the clock ticks over to 6:30. "Gentlemen. And ladies, of course," he says as he enters. The professor is of average height, and balding. And, although his wispy hair is mostly white, his skin is largely unwrinkled, making his age hard to determine. He's dressed like the typical professor, including the chalk-stained pants and tweed coat with elbow patches. In his left hand is his old, hardshell briefcase, a relic in this modern age. "I trust your finals went well?" He rests a hand of camaraderie briefly on Hannah's shoulder, then does the same for each of you along the left aisle as he passes you to his customary seat. "And that you've scheduled sufficient time to allow for this game to continue unhindered?" He gives each of you a thin smile.

Brandon

"I've got all night, Professor. Summer is looking fairly clear as well, barring family emergencies of course."

[Wiz]

Bill

Bill smiles, "I'm remarkably good. I've got a summer job over at the Hancock Library. Mostly just restacking books and doing mailers, but hey it gets me here on campus, and ready to play come evening! As for right now, I've got the whole weekend clear."