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The antimagic shell flickered for enough time for Tem to just say to Xander, "You're the comic releif, aren't you?" and faded away.

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

"...explain to me what this new invention comic relief is, mysterious voice!" Xander yelled. Everyone else though he was crazy.,

{Comic relief has no place in fantasy, fool! }

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<GM's Note: Comedy is allowed. We're just here to have fun, after all. >

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<I was doing that because Xander has been acting sillier than normal... HE'S AN IMPOSTOR! QUICK! GRAB HIM!>

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

<Extreamly sorry about the delay, I might not be able to post that much today.>

The room took Prosper's breath away. Never had he seen such finary! The oak bed was exquisitly made, the posts were hand carved with a beutifull design of vines curling upwards to the canopy, where carved leaves of the tops of trees flourished under a shining sun.
He took his time as he combed his hair out, whashed his face, and chose clothes for himself. He chose a comfortable fitting pair of re cotton trousers(pants), and a shirt to match, with gold trim around the cuffs and neck. He also found a lether belt with a brass buckle. Everything fit perfectly. Surveying himself in the miror and finding himself pleased. He went to the door and met Shamus and Anamora. He had thought about looking in the drawers, but he was pressed for time and figured that he could do that later.
<P.S. Fantasy so dose need comic relief!>

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<Xander is a guy who thinks he's better than all, but he screws up. Like, a lot. And some other stuff I just forgot.>

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"Gnomish tea?" Marcus asked. "Never heard of it. I don't even think I've seen a gnome. Maybe..." Suddenly light dawned. "I must have seen one when I went to scout ahead!"

Marcus turned to Farnham. "Sir, can you take me to the Inn?"

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Shamus said: "Well, that does look a fair sight better than how ye looked before. Still got that spear, aye? Well, here. We got you something a little more refined. It ain't a-for battle like me waraxe is, but in this here fancy-pants palace of the elves you'll get more respect with it than you will with a spear. Funny lot these elves, but that's how they are.... It's a fair fancy dueling sword what them high lord elves wear when they's at court."
Anamora said "Er, not quite my friend. It is a ceremonial sword, but it is not Elven. To give a human child one of our sacred blades would have been an unforgivable breach of courtly etiquettes, so I found one of human make for young Master Propser. It belongs to the son of a friend of mine, a rich merchant trader. He has generously loaned it to you for the day. Here, try on the belt and the scabbard... yes, that seems to be the right length for you. Alright, now we get something to eat, yes? Come, the kitchen awaits."

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...while in the afterlife, Tem was watching life-o-vision, and he was yelling at Michael to turn off the antimagic shell!

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

Farnham said "In a moment, Marcus, but we have other business here first. Doctor, we hear tell that Dire Wolves are vulnerable to certain plants. Is this true."
Doctor Tebs thought about it for a moment and then said: "Well, yes. I'd have too look up the specifics for you, but I do recall reading about this in my research, and as I recall, the Dire Wolf has an adversion to a specific member of the Magnoliopsida family of plants. Buy why do you ask?"
Farnham grimly said: "We intent to kill a Dire Wolf, and we need something to protect us from it. Can you help us there?"
The Doctor was aghast: "I think so, but it will take some time. This isn't the sort of herbology I normal do, so I'm going to have to read up on it first. I normally do medicinal herbology and confectionery concoctions, not herbal wards and protective poltices. You'll have to give me a few days at least, and it won't be cheap. If I'm to do this for you I'll have to close up shop and devote all of my time to researching this project for you. That mean you'll be my sole sorce of income while I'm working on this."
Farnham asked "How much?"
The Herbologist said: "Three hundred gold as a retainer, plus ten per day, plus necessary expenses."
Farnham balked: "What do you think we are, keepers of the kings treasury?"
The Herbalist said "Two hundred and ninety, then, but that's my final offer."
Farnham was getting a bit angry, but he recovered his composure. "Come now, let's be reasonable..."
The herbalist cut him off: "I'm sorry, but that's the best I can do. I've built up a well-established well-respected shop in this town over the years, and If I'm to suddenly close up shop and start turning away customers just so I can service one special project you're going to have to make it worth my while. I'm sorry, but business is business. I'm sure you understand."
"But where are we to get that kind of money?" Said the amazed Farnham.
Doctor Tebs shook his head: "With all due respect Sir, I really don't care where you get it from. It's not my problem. Just get it, or I can't help you. Now, if there's nothing else, I really must be getting back to my work."
Franham was in shock. He didn't have three hundred gold to his name, much less on him. All the money he had, it had gone into financing this expedition, and the little he had left was needed to pay for expenses like food and lodging. Marcus's little run-in with the Gnomish tea hadn't helped his purse's weight either. Now what was he to do?

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Marcus noticed that the purse he was carrying was lighter. "That Gnome must have stolen my money while I was all sick on the tea!" The lizzardman unsheathed his sword.

"I'll get that money for you, Farnham!"

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<Er, I'd meant that Farnham's purse was lighter because he was the one who paid for the counter-drug to the Gnomish Tea.>
Farnham just looked at Marcus in confusion: "You will? How?"

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[OOC: Oh, I thought that money from the Endless Bag had been stolen from. It probably was.]

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<OOC: If nobody volunters I'll be the comic relief>

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<unfortunately, Xander is comic releif>

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

Michael couldn't use any of his Magic, he would fatigue himself out if he did. Michael could try to persuade him but it could do more bad than good.

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<GM's Note: You mean your Bag Of Holding? Nope, you've still got it.>

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Prosper left the spear in his room.
He had been thinking so hard the first time he went through the halls, he had not noticed their beutey. The elves had a deep love of nature, for they passed several courtyards and gardens filled with the most beutiful flora, and aromas a man had ever smelled. And nature was also depictedtheir art, for flowers, vines and trees were seen everywere in the arcitecture, as well as statues depicting heros, kings and citizens alike. Paintings and murals telling stories of great battles were in great abundence also. In one room, there was a large tapastry, and Prosper noticed that if you looked from the left to the right, you could see an incredibly large story. If you looked too the right of the tapastry, it lookd as if it wasn't finished. He asked Anamora why this was so.

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Anamora replied: "That tapestry is a work in progress. It is continually added to, on thread at a time, as the weavers chronicle the history of our people."

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Acedia had come back to the conversation just in time for the financial shock. "I'm sorry to say I can't contribute to the Furthering The Quest fund," she remarked, after a short silence. "Can't contribute anything worthwhile, anyway. Anecdotes and parlor tricks do not a debt fulfill." Shrug. The last sentence was one spoken by her "father" as it were several times before she'd run off and...well, no, she hadn't really accomplished anything as such, but anything's better than being a mad wizard's lab rat, after all.

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"Hey Mister Farnham! I think we have a lotta money in this bag! We can pay for the Wolfsbane with all this."

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Farnham perked up a bit: "Really? How much do you have in there, Marcus?"
<GM's Note: Remember, the Bag Of Holding only has in it what was put in there. It's not an endless source of items.>

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<Unlike my cloak of wonders, which I can pull out at any time but I rarely use it?>

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

<Terribly sorry guys, something important's come up and I'm gonna have to be silent for a while. So I give sarge permission to use my character temporarily/make an excuse up for me because I can't. Once again I'm really sorry, I'll make it up to you somehow.>

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"I think we have all that we need in here, sir." Marcus wasn't good with numbers; he was a Lizzardman.

So he dumped out all the money onto the counter, the tiny shiny circles gleaming as they clinked together and fell.

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Farnham counted up the coins. It amounted to just under twenty gold... not much more than a dent in the three hundred the herbalist wanted. "Er, it's very generous of you Marcus, but I'm afraid you don't have three hundred here. Not even close. Why don't you hand onto it until we get some more?"
Then Farnham had an idea. The Gnomish clockwork bow Drek had found ought to be worth a bundle. He wondered how much it would fetch at a fletcher's mart.

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While in the afterlife, Tem was bartering for war talons. They are really just claws, but these ones are perfectly balanced. He offered his Tretsikas. They were really something he cobbled himself, so they weren't that good. He traded, and went to the battle field to test them out on this pirate he met.

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

"Yessir." Marcus piled the gold back into the Bag of Holding.

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Xander was getting impatient so he prepared his bow.

"Fine then! If you want it that way...." Xander yelled.

(The Drows ARE in sight, right?)

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<GM's Notye: Well, one Drow anyways.>

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