Mario strolls back into the block.  He waves to Benito, then makes his way back up to Jareth's room.

"Sorry about that, I guess I just snapped for a minute, couldn't do anything but run.  Wound up all the way down in Artisan, picked up a pie while I was there.

"I should learn not to ask this guy questions, I guess, since the answers seem to disagree with me."  He notes the "skiff" now floating around knee high.  "Progress!"

OOC: presuming Ymid spent twenty minutes or so assembling the animal parts...

"If ya don't need t'e lead, waste to buy it.  Not gonna bot'er lyin t'e supplier, even via implication, he's a friend.  Also, wrong people start thinkin ya got alchemist's stone an bad things happen."

Jareth takes the ingots and gives one the old bite test.



OOC:  What time of day is it?

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 230):

It is early evening. The gold is coin grade, and weighs  about 8 oz, and is worth about $10,050, and should do for 10 potions from Emmet at full price, but he has been running a discount, so you should be able to get 20, maybe more with a little haggling. After that, the Ymid will be paying you out.


No need to go to the dismal tower, just make a roll with something social, and we can move on.
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No need to go to the dismal tower, just make a roll with something social, and we can move on.

23:02, Today: Jareth Mooncalled rolled 10 using 3d6.  Merchant 11.

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 230):

"That stuff in my head that was....him? What in the hells is he? is he safe to be around?" Benito asks, concerned at what he has just experienced, especially after seeing Mario run off, and back again!

"He's Ymid, though I'm not certain if that's his name, or what kind of creature he is.

"And no, I wouldn't call him 'safe' to be around, but we got past the 'kill or be killed' moment when we met him, and as far as I can tell, he hasn't done anything intentionally harmful to us.

"I think he's some sort of adventurer from another world."

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 234):

"That raises a whole lot of questions it seems you may not have valid answers for. Better I don't ask, and try to go about my business despite him being there. Hopefully, I can keep as separate from it as I can. Now, about my work..."

Benito plans to go to work on the buildings despite the very odd creature there...

Nodwin...nods in acknowledgement, since he and Benito have already worked through most of the details that needed to be handled.  Then with a smile he turns his attention back to the exchange between the Ymid and Jareth.

In reply to Nodwin Zideqick (msg # 236):

Jareth heads off, and a quarter of an hour later, returns with a clinking sack of flying potions.
"Ya t'e ignomial sage ha te throw in a fistful of t'e noxious blue paut w'te side effects."



The Ymid, which had been occupied with it's  glassfronted tablet, pressing the studs on the edges to move images of blocky shapes to form lines, which would then disappear. Unfortunately, the blocks came faster and faster as the tablet made a ssound like a tortured fiddle, until they began to stack on top of each other as Jareth returned.

"What kind of side effects? Variances in alchemical and thaumatological practice draw my focus."

"Haven't used t'em myself, but gather increases t'e ability to perceive auras."

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 238):

The alien creature, ever curious, takes a vial and uncorks it, and reaches into its cloak near its covered throat, and makes a gurgling sound. Its eye dialates and contracts, and it takes a look at each of you, and some of its equipment.
"Fascinating. A runic interface. Raven albumen. Inchoate invocations to the rider of the arachnoid equine. Useful."
It takes the flying potions, and pours them into the pig stomachs and bladders, and as the wires from the jar of lead and acid prompt the hearts into beating, the skiff raises itself to a smooth height of about two feet off the ground. The ymid places its staff into a socket, and the colored glass you had given it, which were installed in metal sockets, light up and blink. From the lower edge, you can see row upon row of cockroach wings in a channel along the perimeter as they beat, making a faint humming sound.

Nodwin looks at the skiff in front of him with a certain amount of awe.  They had seen a lot over the last couple days, and he had finally been able to absorb it.  With the skiff in front of them now working, he found himself ready for more.  And, being young and curious like he is, it comes out in a bit of youthful enthusiasm...

"Wow, that is really unexpected."
"How does that thing work?"
"How fast can it go?"
"How high does it fly?"
"How do you steer it?"
"Can it take us where we need to go?"

Then, as abruptly as he started, Nodwin comes to himself and cuts himself off short, suddenly self conscious with everyone looking at him.

OOC When does this get weird...?  Jokes aside, it's a little creepy but also very cool.  And, since Nodwin already made the roll for the creepy brain movie before, I figure he was able to see the awesomeness of it.

Mario's eyes go wide, then he cringes and covers his head with his arms in anticipation.

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 241):

"You don't see that every day, thank Goddess. You aren't going to fly that thing around town are you?"

In reply to Charlene Le Poire (msg # 242):

The ymid seems to be trying to adapt to the focusing and unfocusing of its pupil, and peers at the group, before making a gesture. it then draws the fleshy bladder from its belt, and squeezes out a number of chunks of gold crusted in a mildly alkaline greenish slime like the last bunch, and extends a heaping fistful of them.

There appear to be about $11,475 worth of gold there (about 9 oz)

Nodwin picks up the coins, and responds to the...creature. "Thank you, Ymid.  Do you have a name, by the way?  And what manner of creature are you?"

Nodwin then turns to the rest of the adventurers and flips a coin to everyone, holding the remainder in hand.  He follows up with "How do we divide the coin?"

After a few seconds without a mental image assault like the one triggered by Mario's last question to Ymid, he lowers his arms and contemplates the floating skiff.

"I agree with Charlene, probably not a great idea to fly around town in that, unless you can deflect arrows and magic alike.  Still, I don't mind saying I'm glad to have seen such a thing, this one time.

"Does this mean you'll be going home?"

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 245):

"We are Ym8d. Names are private. I may leave...soon. There have been summonings here. I would meet with those who last engaged in such...demons (image of runes wrapped in flames) are well catalogued, and predictable. Boring. This other I would see, as they were present for the ectoplasmic enrobement and subsequent destruction of the servitor, and communication about the sensation of being summoned is of interest. Demons lie when asked this, this one is other, and may ve forthcoming."

Nodwin agrees with the creature in front of him.  "I agree Ym8d.  We should definitely go visit the people you pictured in our minds.  I think we all agree that what happened there needs to be addressed.  When do you plan to go?"

"Summoners, but not of demons?  That sounds like Temple Hill.  Umm, that way."  He points, with considerable accuracy, toward the summit of Temple Hill.

Nodwin shakes his head.  "Actually, it was demons, just not as easily identifiable because of the imagery.  That's not where we're going, I don't think."

Jareth seems to stare with mounting horror as the group calmly discussing wandering the streets with Ymid...

"Hold up.  This maybe not t'e best course action.  We be familiar enough with Ymid that we're acceptin his non-hostile intent, but if he spoke in t'e general public an drove someone off screamin in terror, t'ey," Jareth waves his hand to take in the general city surrounding their building, "are nay so benevolent.  T'e mass throngs react violently to panic."

He stops, assesses, and faces Ymid, "Can ya cover up," he pulls his own hood up over his head to demonstrate, "an project softly, or even less broadly?  An ya have to leave t'e flyin vessel behind.  That definitely incite mass panic, an mass panic is how ya get Inquisitions, not to mention cities on fire.  An with t'e Cult of Devourer kickin t'e Hadereum in t'e hornet nests, we got fresh, fanatic inquisitors in t'e city."

Mario's eyes go wide as Jareth speaks.

"He's right.  A couple days of calm, and it's easy to forget how close I was, that first time we met, to putting an arrow right through your eye.  Lots of folks in Northport wouldn't wait to see if you were hostile, they'd shoot as soon as they got a good look at you.  And one general proclamation like the one about the not-demon summoning that sent me running, and you and your yr-go would be likely to wind up roasted over a fast fire."

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 251):

The creature seems put out by these conditions, and makes a sort of noise, but pulls up its hood, and plucks its staff from the socket in the skiff, which settles down to about a foot off the ground.

In reply to Ymid (msg # 252):

OCC rewards revisited:
Points spent on base are considered  direct rewards from the Hadereum separate from regular CP awards
-those of you who spent CP on base, keep that level of base, and add CP equal to the expenditure
Add, we have been at this for years now, so everywho didn't just join add 6 CP to yourvtotal as well. Trying to give a sense of accomplishment.