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"YAAAAAA!!!" yelled Tem. He Mindblasted them both, then slahed one with his Tretsikas.

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

When Drek saw the fighting begin he quickly ran towards the clearing. Pulling his bowstring back, he fired off an arrow at one of the Drow.

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Aurieul was right behind Drek. When he paused to shoot, she ran over to the others. "Are you guys alright?"

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The Drow mage with the blowgun was stuned by Tem's mindblast, so he never managed to brong the blowgun to bear. Then he was hit in the chest with Drek's arrow. He grasped his chest reflexively, and then collapsed on the ground.
The other mage seemed to be unaffected by the mindblast. From the bag at his feet he produced a large glass bottle. "HALT! This flask holds a substance that, if exposed to air, will generate a cloud of acid so potent that it will eat your lungs and dissolve your eyes. Now stay where you are, or I swear I'll break it open!"
Tem read the mage's mind, and he saw that this wasn't a bluff. The flask really did contain what the Drow said it did. Tem thought he ought to tell the rest of the party this.
Maxwell said: "You don't think we're just going to let you escape, do you? Give up now, and you won't be harmed."

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Tem whispered to Drek, "Bow." He backed up slowly, out of the cloud's range. then he leveled the bow at the Drow."It seems we've hit a stalemate. I have lost my lungs, but it'll still hurt, and if I shoot, you dead. Wait. You're that PSION!!!!"He stared at him, and went ethereal. Yup, Psi-waves. He sneaked up behind the Drow, then put his Tretsikas to his throaught.

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

<OOC> What exactly is going on here? He obviously doesn't care if he dies, plus he would probably break the flask if you did that, and besides, I never agreed to give you my bow. </OOC>

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The mage motioned to one of the soldiers. The solider produced a short wooden spear, about four and a half feet long with a sharp metal tip on the buisness end. "Here, take this. Use it well."
The mage then pulled a strange round metal box out from under his robes. He let go of the box, and it hovered in mid-air. The box moved and spun itself into an intricate pattern, leaving a trace of light in the air. The mage and spoke a few words in a language Prosper didn't understand, and then a strange tingling sensation ran up the back of prosper's spine Then suddenly.. the room vanished and Prosper was.. nowhere.. in utter blackness...
.... and then, just as suddenly, Prosper was in a huge marble-columned hall with a ceiling that must be hundreds of feet high. There were dozzens of lamps on the walls, and the walls were covered hammered gold. There was about twenty elven mages dressed in red-trimed golden robes standing neatly in a line, each one holding the same round metal box that Anamora had suspended in mid-air back at the cave. Anamora took the his box from it's place in mid-air, and then the elves with the golden robes bowed, turned, and filed ouit of the hall.
Prosper saw that only himself, Anamora and Shamus had been teleported. The soldiers and the gnomes hadn't come. Now that he was out of the dark hole, he could see that there was an engraving on the haft of the spear. It was in elvish. Probably read "Property of the elves" or some such thing
Anamora was looking at him and saying: "Well, how was your first teleportation? Didn't upset you, did it?"
Shamus said: "Oh, he's fine, aren't ye lad? Yes, see? He's right as rain. But I dare say you'd better put some finery upon the lad a'fore ye set him in front of ye Emperor. And feed him too. Can't have an audience with yon high-muckamucks of Suldeneselar dressed in common clothes on an empty stomach, now can we?"
Anamora, the mage, put his little round metal box away and said: "Ahem...yess, well... his Majesty did say he wanted to see you right away, but I suppose there's time for a change of clothes and a snack. Follow me, and stay close behind. It's easy to get lost in the palace if you don't know your way. Every hall in this place looks alike if you don't know where you're going."

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<Yeah, screw what I said earlier.>

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

"A blowgun? Hah! What are you going to do with-" Xander yelled.

Swish.

Direct hit.

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[OOC: Sarge, what's happened now that Marcus has taken the antidote?]

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<GM's Note: Ten10, if you want something another player character has, have your character ask for it in-game and wait for a reply, or make some arrangement out-of-game (OOC) before-hand with the relevent player. What you did is a breach of acceptable etiquite. It was also a bad idea from the standpoint of interaction with an Anti-Magic Shell, and here's why:
If you'd bothered to read the Anti-Magic Shell spell description, you'd see that it cancels out all magic in it's area of effect. So, Tem, a creature who's form has been altered by Magic into a ghost-like form, willl likely be killed if he enters an Anti-magic shell. Can you say "Tem Goofed?" I knew you could.>
As Tem entered the field-of-effect of the Anti-Magic shell, he suddenly felt very cold, and then he felt nothing at all as the forces that sustained his ghost-like form him ceased functioning. Tem disolved into a puff of smoke and dust, and his mind entered a dream-like state as he was forced to leave the material plane of existence. Tem found himself in a strange place with no time, no real objects, no up, no down, and nobody to talk to. <GM'sNote: Tem's not dead, he's just in limbo untill the Anti-Magic shell ends.>
Meanwhile: Maxwell, Auriel, Xander, Micheal and Drek were faced with a tough situation. Was the Drow bluffing, or was the threat real, and if so how to get that glass vial before if was cracked open?

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Aurieul didn't know what to do, so she did the first thing that came to her mind. She put on a brave face and asked, "What is it that you want?"

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Tem was in a unreal state, so he couldn't do physical things what he COULD do was think. Real hard. So hard that he came to his afterlife plane... the infinite libraries of ankernat. He was in scholar's robes. Now, time to get to work...

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

The Drow sneered "We come to invade your surface world, and one day you will all be slaves of our glorious Queen. We've been too long impirsoned by the foul Elvish magic, but no more. You'll see, one day we'll blot out the sun with our hordes of warriors, and then what will you do? Eh? What then? We are invincible, you surfacers don't stand a chance!"

Maxwell brandished his sword: "Look around you, Drow. There's no army of your kind to help you here, and your queen isn't going to save you either. Now, there's five of us and one of you. One way or another you're loosing this fight, acid or no acid. Put the acid down and we can talk about this."

Now, Maxwell was pretty good at reading people. As a merchant, it was a matter of trade and commerce to be able to read a person's face and know where you stood with them. Maxwell could see that this Drow was desperate. His story about an invasion of the surrface by endless hordes of Drow didn't cut any glass with Maxwell, but he was fairly sure that the acid bit wasn't a bluff. This Drow seemed to be ready to die to achieve his goals, and he hadn't even glaced in his dead companion's direction. Maxwell guessed that the Drow wasn't on a suicide mission, or he'd have already smashed the acid flask. No, he was after something specific, something the party had. But what? the Ogre-mage's spellbook perhaps? Could that be it? Maxwell wished he knew more about magic.

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Marcus drank down the Herbalist's Antidote. It tasted faintly of raspberries, but otherwise it tasted like water. Marcus's head swam for a moment, and his vision blurred momentarily.. but then everything was normal again. But, unfortunately, then the side-effects kicked in, and Marcus felt the urge to use the toliet. He wondered where they kept it around here.

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{If anyobdy cares I'm knocked out again due to the blowgun.}

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"Hey, this is pretty yum---Uh oh." Marcus had to go.

"Excuse me sir, I need to use the toilet. Where would it be?"

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Aurieul knew there was more the the Drow than he was letting on. He wouldn't be holding us here unless he wanted something more specific than to take over with his fellow Drow. Aurieul glanced down and Xander. She slowly bent down enough to check his pulse. Good, he's still alive, idiot. We could have used you in this fight you know.



Aurieul hoped Maxwell's negotiation skills were good, because if they didn't have to she didn't want a fight right now. She had hoped she have a few days to pick up some fighting skills first. Oh well, when life throws you an adventure, you don't ask where it will lead.

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<Noid, the drow didn't have time to get the blowgun to his lips>

At the mention of food Prosper realized he hadn't eaten in days! His stomace growled as if to furthur his thought.
As Prosper followed Anamora, he thought back to the circumstances that had led him here, stumbling upon and joining an adventureing party, learning of Marcus' planned betrayal, the drow incidint, the prison, and now he was in the Palace of the elves! To meet their emporor! He was amazed and exited to think that he, a town wretch and beggar, was to meet the leader of the famed race.
It suddenly occured to him how powerful Anamora was to transport them all to Slulandasar. <Man I hope I got that right> He also noticed that Shamus and the mage acted like the best of friends even though supposedly they had only just met a while ago. He decided two inquire about both points. Though he had dozens more questions wanting to bust from his mouth, he resigned himself to just these two.

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Meanwhile, in the afterlife...

Tem, after a mixup in afterlives, was now fighting on the heroic battlefield of mingorn, where all warriors go after death. He had been killed 5 times now, but at each new sunrise, all fallen warriors were resurrected. Currently, he was at a tavern after meeting his father Lork. The two of them got drunk, so now they're singing a drinking song.

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

[OOC: Netzen, I thought only Tem knew of Marcus's betrayal.]

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<No, Marcus told Prosper a while ago, and as soon as this fight is finished, I'm telling everyone.>

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

[OIC. Found that part. Carry on!]

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<GM's Note:Um, no... nobody fired a blowgun. The Drow that had it never finished loading it.>

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The herbalist said: "It's around back. Look for the little hut with a carving of a tree over the door. Was that all?"

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<GM's Note: The nae of the city (and the nation) is spelled "Suldeneselar", and it's pronounced "Sull-den-eh-se-lar" It comes from the name of an elven city in the Forgotten Realms D&D setting. As you might have noticed, Elven names generally bear little resemblance to human names.>

Anamora led Shamus and Prosper through the hall to a set of doors on one of the long walls. He pushed on the door and it swung open. "This is one of the palace's many guest rooms." He ushered Prosper inside.

The room has a single bed with a headboard and a canopy, a chest of drawers, a table with marble washbasin, a closet that took up the entire length of one wall, and a six-foot tall oval glass mirror. There was also a dressing table with hair-brush, a lint brush, a comb, a hand mirror, a jar of cotton balls, a pad of paper, several bottles of perfume, and writing feather with a bottle of ink.
"This particular room is stocked with items for a young man about your age. The closet should have something that fits you. Pick something out and put it on. You can leave your old clothes in the laundry hamper. When you're done, we'll go to the cafeteria. Alright? We'll just be outside the door. Let us know when you're ready."

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"Yes, it was. Thank you." Marcus dashed out to the outhouse and did his business. After a few minutes, the lizzardman wiped himself & went back to the shop. His head felt much, much clearer.

"That was some potion, sir!" Marcus turned to Farnham. "Why did I need it in the first place?"

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Acedia was paying no attention to Marcus and Farnham and the herbalist at this point - she'd wandered off a bit to just take a look at what this vendor had for sale. Out of curiosity - as the woman that had looked at her with distaste on the way inside had been slightly doubled over - Acedia had quietly made her way over to that small part of the Cures section labeled 'Pregnancy' - and did indeed find a little empty spot where a bottle had presumably been.

The total lack of dust in that spot appeared to confirm the suspicion that the bottle had left the shelf today. At first she chuckled softly, but that chuckle turned to a cringe as she was prompted again to wonder exactly how these 'cures' worked. Even a less-than-amiable stranger could evoke a pang of sympathy from me, thought Acedia

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Farnham said: "You were drugged, Marcus. You just drank the antidote"
The herbalist said: "Technically, what I gave you was a counter-drug, not an antidote. Antidotes are for poisons. Gnomish Tea contains active ingredients that affect the mind, first by confusing the victim and making one hallucinate, then later the tea starts to destroy the autonomic functions of the brain which results in the victim being unable to breath without great effort. You hadn't gotten to that later stage yet, friend, so I didn't need to use an antidote. You will need to rest, as all of this has put a great deal of strain on your body chemistry and mental stamina. Just your regular eight hours of sleep or more will do, you shouldn't have to take a nap or anything... although it's not a bad idea, really. So, no long parties or all-night card games for the next few days, OK? And no alchohol for the next three hours or you'll be in worse shape than before. Ignore my instructions at your own peril.
Oh, by the way, I'm Doctor Tebs; Doctor Wilber Tebs, Herbalist, Doctor of Medicine, Confectionist, Scribe-Esquire. How may I be of further service to you this fine day?"

<GM's note: It's not unusual for a merchant such as a herbalist to also have other professions that he practices. In fact, most of the barbers you'll come across in this world are also dentists, and some are also surgeons. Doctor Tebs's title of "Scribe-Esquire" means that he has been given an honorary title by the crown. Technically, it means that he's authorized to act as a scribe of the King's Court, but in everyday practice it just means he gets to put a fancy title after his name. The title is honorary, not hereditary, so it doesn't make him a nobleman.>

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Xander got up. He thought that had gotten pegged on the face by a blowgun, but it turns he just fell over. Odd...he swore that he got hit by something....

"Alright, I may have fallen AGAIN, but this time I won't!" Xander accounced.

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