Members present: Astral Duck, Fensaith, Humbaba, Math, McBain, Petlor, and Trin. Arcail joined us for the hunt after the meeting.
Town Crier yells: It's 3 o'clock, and all's well. McBain: are there any DM healers? Humbaba: Arcail. Math: Warplet, Tarf, Arcail? Fensaith: Warp Math: Three of the greatest healers. McBain: active healers- I thought Warplet's on vacation Humbaba ponders: just most of the leadership... Math: Uh-huh. Humbaba: If Warp doesn't get out of that library soon, he's going to be a sucky healer... heh. Math: Trin's supposed to show up... McBain ponders: wish I could get this many shares on any night Humbaba: We should move the meeting to somewhere more remote, but within BEER yelling range of town square. Fensaith: The bar! Humbaba: maybe just NW of here. Humbaba: Can we hear yells in the bar? Math: No. Fensaith: D'oh. You begin sharing your experiences with Trin. You are sharing experiences with Trin, Fensaith, Petlor, Humbaba, and McBain. Trin: <: Humbaba yells: BEER! Math: Hi Trin! Math yells: BEER! Petlor yells: BEER! McBain yells: BEER! Trin yells: BEER! Fensaith yells: BEER! Math: Nice. ;) Trin is sharing experiences with you. Humbaba: Good pic. Fensaith: Heh Math: Humbaba, I have another pic for you, too. Petlor: Chorus of Drunks! Humbaba: cool. Math: Let's all go to the inn...if anyone else connects, we can run out and yell for them. Humbaba ponders: ooc: i need to upload home picts to work... sigh. Glorak belches. Bartender: Scram, Math. My ales cost 200 coins -- which is more'n yez can afford, ya piker. Glorak hiccups. Math ponders: I represent your main patron. Glorak sways back and forth. Humbaba: Hiya, Glorak! \Action: Trin offers her friends a home-brew. Math: Yes, Glorak's here too. ;) \Action: Trin drains her beer in one gulp. \Action: Fensaith sits. Glorak hiccups. Glorak hiccups. Glorak: Ah, Trin. Somebody could get hurt. Glorak sways back and forth. \Action: Math grins. Glorak: 'scuse me, there, McBain. Somebody could get hurt. Humbaba: How are we doing on collecting money? Trin: Ah... sharp hat Glorak: 'scuse me, there, McBain, I don't mean any trouble. Glorak: 'scuse me, there, McBain, my pal, how about a drink? Trin: 182 Glorak: 'scuse me, there, McBain, I don't mean any trouble. Math: Yeah...how are people money-wise? Fensaith: 202 Humbaba: 18 Glorak: Hey, watch where you're walking, McBain. Somebody could get hurt. McBain: yikes- 13 Petlor: 0 You have 32 coins. Glorak: 'scuse me, there, McBain, my pal, how about a drink? Fensaith: heh Trin: hrmmmm Math: 32...including donations. :/ Glorak: What happened to my ale? Humbaba hands you 14 coins. Trin: The math don't work Fensaith: Not a good sign.... Trin: <: Glorak: Let's play a game. Who has some dice? Math: Heh. ;) Petlor: Wait. I lied. 2 coins. You gave good karma to Humbaba. Humbaba: I have 4 now. Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' McBain: I've been tipping healers- doesn't hurt to make friends Trin: ooh sorry, 18.2 coins<: Petlor: Who do we give the $$$ to? Humbaba: I give 1 coin to each healer when I have fallen. Glorak hiccups. Humbaba: Give to Math. McBain hands you 10 coins. Trin: Yes, Been tithinf myself Glorak hiccups. Trin: tithing... \Action: Trin sips her beer. Fensaith: Is the bank accessible? Petlor hands you 2 coins. Math: Give to me for now... when Warplet returns, give to him. Trin ponders: Trin continues to slur her speach \Action: Humbaba cracks out a sixer of Puddleby Porters for everyone. Shannon: ! Glorak sways back and forth. Trin: Yes, for 5% Fensaith: Ugh. Trin: But, it is lust a mirror McBain: Where's good hunting for large vermine? McBain: good money to be made Trin: Don't seem safe to use da bank yet Shannon: north feild Math: Bank's not reliable... it's there for now but will be gone later. Fensaith: North forest, if we have three times as many people Glorak: Damn the Emperor! Trin: Yes- Lg vermin Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Trin: wurms Trin: slugs Glorak belches. Humbaba: Slugs is good. Humbaba: I can hit 'em now. Trin: and ferall explosions Fensaith: Snake hunting is the best way to make money Trin: if ya good amny Trin: many Glorak sways back and forth. \Action: Fensaith grins Trin ponders: Trin continues to slur her speach McBain: snakes hurt Fensaith: Bu tthey die easy Humbaba: I can't hit snooks. Math: So far I've gotten: 20 from McBain, 9 from Bobwa, 14 from Humbaba, 2 from Petlor. Thanks all. Glorak hiccups. Trin: Give 82 to Math Humbaba: heh Fensaith hands you 100 coins. Shannon: any one wanta 200$ beer? Humbaba: Cut Trin off... Trin hands you 82 coins. Humbaba: I do!! Shannon: eheh Trin: There! Trin: Geez Math: Thanks Fensaith and Trin. \Action: Fensaith smiles. McBain: is it still 2000 to re-start the clan? Humbaba: We're 15% of the way to 2000. Math: Hi Shannon... This is a Dwarven Militia meeting. Math: 2400, to be precise. Trin: and 100 x four Humbaba: true. \Action: Math nods. You have 240 coins. Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' McBain: someone remind me- I have more verses to Glorak's song... Trin ponders: got me hundred <: Math: I have 240 now. 10% exactly. =) Bartender: Bartending is a dangerous job, look what the pirates did to me bar! Glorak sways back and forth. Petlor: heh Trin: Yea! 10% Bartender: Scram, Shannon. My ales cost 200 coins -- which is more'n yez can afford, ya piker. Humbaba: Wooo! Trin: I week to go and it will all be in! Math: Cool, McBain. Fensaith: I have my hundred. \Action: Fensaith grins Bartender: Shannon, get out o' my sight. What with pirates stealing all but me emergency stash, I'z gotta charge 9080 coins fer these kegs. Glorak sways back and forth. Humbaba: Two weeks, 10%, that's 20 weeks total, 18 weeks away! Bartender: Scram, Shannon. My ales cost 200 coins -- which is more'n yez can afford, ya piker. Glorak belches. Trin: hrmmm \Action: Humbaba is smart Glorak sways back and forth. Shannon: 9080 is the price for a keg Humbaba: heh Trin: Home_Brew Glorak hiccups. Math: Heh. People will get more money as they get more powerful. Say, next week we raise at least 600, the 3rd week, the rest. Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Humbaba ponders: I know, I was jokin'. Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Humbaba: How many clans are formed now? McBain: When's a good earlier time/day to meet for some serious hunting? Trin: It would speed things up to find more folks, too Glorak: I used to be a respectable miner. Now look at me. Humbaba: I vote Tuesdays at 6pm. Glorak hiccups. McBain: 6 eastern? Trin: Rising Claw is ready Humbaba: pdt. Fensaith: Now's a great time for me. \Action: Fensaith grins McBain: 9- I can do that Trin: 6 est good Math: No clans are currently formed, as far as I know. Bartender ponders: Wish I could just pour myself a small one...but then me'd have none left Humbaba: I heard that one is already... Trin: For now, the scribe is being cleansed Humbaba: Hunters or some such name. Trin: But rising claw has the 2400 Math: Yeah, but it was de-formed by the GMs. Humbaba: Ah. McBain: why? Math: They snuck the money in from Atrium. Humbaba: illicit moola? Fensaith: Apparently they somehow used tainted money Humbaba yells: BEER! McBain: hmm Fensaith yells: BEER! Petlor yells: BEER! Math yells: BEER! McBain yells: BEER! Trin: DeDa claw got donations from 16 exlies Trin yells: BEER! Humbaba: heh Shannon: /yell no beer Trin: so I hear... Shannon yells: no beer Math: Shannon, are you joining the Dwarven Militia? Shannon: umm Shannon: i'm a dwarf in a disguise =p Bartender yells: Hey you! Do that again and I'll have yez thrown out. Humbaba: Yah pretty much gotta like beer to do so... Trin: <; Humbaba ponders: ooc:speaking of which, Mine is empty! brb! Trin ponders: Trun LOVEAS her beer Math: We'd like a private meeting if possible... Bartender: If yez wants to throw a party, find where the Darshak took me beer! Humbaba: aah McBain: what's the 2nd item on the agenda? Math: So...meetings, I was thinking like Sunday at 1 and Tuesdays at..? Humbaba: 6pm pdt. Trin: 9 pst Trin: 9pdt Trin: <; Humbaba: 6-9 pdt. Glorak belches. Petlor: 9pdt works way better for me than 6 Trin: Tein gotta study at 6... Trin: Trin... Petlor: I can't get mone from work that fast. Humbaba: My wife gets home by 9pdt... McBain: 9pdt is tomorrow for me... Humbaba: and 9pdt is midnight eastern. Humbaba: 7pdt? Math: Yeah, unfortunately 9 is late for Eastern folks. Petlor: How about 7pdt? McBain: compromise? 7:30 pdt? Glorak hiccups. Glorak sways back and forth. Math: I can't do it earlier than 7:30 or 8. Trin: I can make that ocationally Glorak hiccups. Humbaba: 7:30pdt? \Action: Math nods. Petlor: Aye Trin: That tooo... Glorak hiccups. Humbaba: With pre-funk hunt on s beach? Math: So...8? Or 7:30? Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Glorak: I wonder how my family fares, back on the mainland. Petlor: 7:30 Glorak sways back and forth. Trin: whatevas McBain: thats Tuesdays Humbaba: 7:30 will give me more hunting time. Glorak: What happened to my ale? Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Math: Let's vote. All for 7:30, say Aye. ;) McBain: Aye Fensaith: Aye Petlor: aye! Trin: aye Humbaba: aye Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Math: The ayes have it. Glorak: Ah, McBain. Somebody could get hurt. Humbaba: I move that Petlor saves and edits the text log for this meeting. Glorak hiccups. Math: How about Sundays? I recommended 1pst? Glorak hiccups. McBain whispers: shh Glorak Petlor: Sure. Make the sick guy do it. :-) Math: I was already planning that, Humbaba. Glorak hiccups. Humbaba: cool. Trin: whatevah oon Sundays...bad day for Trin... Humbaba: motion seconded and passed.. Petlor: You've got it covered, Math? Math: I got it. Glorak: I wonder how my family fares, back on the mainland. Petlor: Right. You just received good karma! Glorak hiccups. Glorak hiccups. McBain: Sindays at 1pdt/4edt I can do Humbaba: Anytime on sunday is all the smae to me, I can make some, but not most. Glorak hiccups. Glorak hiccups. Glorak sways back and forth. Trin: i second humbaba Petlor: ditto Trin: <: McBain: yeah Glorak: Let's play a game. Who has some dice? Humbaba ponders: is fensaith alive? Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Glorak belches. Fensaith ponders: perhaps Trin: drunk? Math: I have the minutes. \Action: Humbaba laughs Humbaba: Woo! Glorak hiccups. McBain: the more organized hunts the better Trin: WooHoo! Glorak: I wonder how my family fares, back on the mainland. \Action: Fensaith can't bear sitting here without beer. Humbaba ponders: ooc: let the record state that Negra Modelo is a tasty beer! Glorak sways back and forth. Math: So...yeah, Sundays are not a great day, but have to be no earlier than 1pm pst for me. Anyone second Sundays at 1? Trin: ...for money makin... Bartender yells: Hey you! Do that again and I'll have yez thrown out. Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' \Action: Fensaith shrugs Glorak belches. Math: BRB Petlor: I'm ok with Sundays at 1 Math yells: BEER! Astral Duck yells: BEER!!! Math yells: BEER! Astral Duck yells: BEER!!! Humbaba ponders: Black Butte Porter is damn near my favorite!! Trin ponders: Alas... a mainland brew... Glorak sways back and forth. Fensaith yells: BEER! Petlor: Especially BB Porter Humbaba yells: BEER! Astral Duck: WHoa Math yells: BEER! Trin yells: BEER! Bartender yells: Hey you! Do that again and I'll have yez thrown out. Petlor yells: BEER! McBain yells: BEER! You begin sharing your experiences with Astral Duck. You are sharing experiences with Astral Duck, Trin, Fensaith, Petlor, and Humbaba. Astral Duck yells: BEER!!! Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Astral Duck is sharing experiences with you. Petlor: Hi AD! Humbaba: Hiya, AD! Glorak: 'scuse me, there, Fensaith, I don't mean any trouble. Astral Duck: Hey!! Glorak belches. McBain: hello Humbaba: Pull up a chair! Glorak: I used to be a respectable miner. Now look at me. Trin: Good Eve AD Glorak hiccups. Glorak belches. Math: 8 members (including Glorak) ;) Humbaba: Clan meetings/hunts sun 1pdt, tues 7:30pdt Glorak sways back and forth. Glorak: Where did I put my...oh, there it is. Math: How does that work with you, Astral? Glorak sways back and forth. Astral Duck: THinking... 1 pacific time? Glorak belches. Math: Yes. Humbaba: yup Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Glorak: What happened to my ale? Glorak: Damn the Emperor! Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Astral Duck: What was the time on Tuesday? Math: 7:30 Humbaba: 7:30pdt Glorak: We need some music. Somebody sing a song. Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Astral Duck: 9:30 tuesday is a bit too late, but Sunday can sometimes work. Glorak belches. Glorak hiccups. Astral Duck: 9:30 CST Glorak sways back and forth. Glorak sways back and forth. Glorak: Let's play a game. Who has some dice? Humbaba: attend if ya can, we understand if ya can't. Math: The goal is that each member can come to at least one meeting. Glorak belches. Humbaba: How much moola you go, AD? Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Astral Duck: Hold on, OOC calling Math: (Hopefully both) It's hard to schedule times that everyone can come. Bartender yells: Hey you! Do that again and I'll have yez thrown out. Trin: Money money money Glorak: I used to be a respectable miner. Now look at me. Humbaba: Very true. Astral Duck: money Glorak belches. Trin: <: Astral Duck: I have 139 coins Fensaith: meowny Astral Duck hands you 139 coins. Glorak sways back and forth. Humbaba: Still, the more clan meetings the better the clan will be. Trin ponders: Trin imagines power and great wealth Astral Duck: Clan money Math: Thanks, Astral. Humbaba: Give 'em to Math. Glorak hiccups. Astral Duck: ;) Humbaba: heh Glorak sways back and forth. Petlor ponders: Petlor thinks of beer You have 379 coins. McBain: fortunately the blue suits don't look bad, so I won't bother shopping til we raise the 2400 \Action: Trin sips her beer. Glorak belches. Math: I have now 379. Glorak sways back and forth. Humbaba: I wish I was bare-shirted again. Math ponders: Hey, tan ain't so bad either. Trin: WooHoo Astral Duck: Hehe... 379.... ummmm.... this is going to take a while Glorak belches. Humbaba: we're getting better. Math: It'll get faster and faster. ;) Glorak hiccups. Trin: Trin goin Purple once the clan registared Astral Duck: OOC calling... going afk Trin: <: Glorak: 'scuse me, there, Humbaba, I don't mean any trouble. \Action: Math pours beer on Astral's head. McBain: what training do you guys recommend? Glorak belches. McBain is a Dwarf, is male, is a Fighter, and has not joined a clan. He is holding a dagger. Glorak: Ah, Fensaith. Somebody could get hurt. Humbaba: No problem, Glorak. Glorak hiccups. McBain: what training do you guys recommend? Fensaith: ACK! Don't waste beer like that in our time of need! Math: Troilus is good for your first 100 ranks. Glorak: I don't feel so good... Trin: Hitus... done me well Glorak hiccups. McBain: 100 ranks! Math: Yep. Glorak belches. McBain: take me til August! Humbaba: I've got 6 troilus. Math: Bah! Glorak sways back and forth. Glorak belches. Trin: Maybe 6 troi go me... Humbaba: I say get 10 atkus and 10 evus so you can hit stuff, then go troilus crazy. Math: Bawk got it in less than a week (150 Troilus and 2nd Circle fighter)! Glorak hiccups. Glorak: Hey, watch where you're walking, Trin, I don't mean any trouble. Trin: <: \Action: Math nods to Humbaba. McBain: he ever sleep? Glorak sways back and forth. Glorak hiccups. Humbaba: I only clan 2-3 hrs/.day Trin: ONly? Humbaba: not 24x7 Glorak belches. Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Trin: Try 2-4 hrs week once spouce back ... Humbaba: I've only got about 40 ranks. Trin: heehee Math: Well, we're not all Bawks or Jo Ma'rils. Humbaba: heh Glorak belches. Glorak sways back and forth. Glorak sways back and forth. Humbaba: Fortunately I can play at work and my spouse lets me clan at night some too. Trin: heehee Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Trin: PC @beer. work >: Math: But your earlier ranks come easier than later, and Troilus is a bargain. McBain: I can't clan from work- my dept. dowsn't control the firewall \Action: Fensaith makes a whip cracking sound Bartender: If yez wants to throw a party, find where the Darshak took me beer! Humbaba: G3 350 at work! ;-) Glorak sways back and forth. Trin: WooHoo \Action: Math nods to Bartender. Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Glorak: Let's play a game. Who has some dice? Humbaba: What else is on the docket? Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Petlor: Alas, I'm stuck with Windoze and a firewall at work. Sigh. Humbaba: Shall we hunt? Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' Trin: HUnt...HUnt, hunt, hunt Petlor: I've got ADSL at home, though! Trin: !!! Petlor: KILL! Glorak sways back and forth. Trin: M: Math: I have nothing more to discuss really... I move we go hunt! Humbaba: Hunt hunt hunt hunt! Humbaba: Where to? Trin: Money makin, $, $$ makin! Glorak sings 'Oh, let's have a tankard of beer, my dear...' McBain: wish I could join you Fensaith: Snakes! Math: We should wait for Duck though. \Action: Humbaba's urge to kill growing. McBain: best o'luck Glorak belches. Math: Thanks, McBain! Thanks for coming! \Action: Petlor bows. Glorak belches. Humbaba: Funny, Arcail is around almost always, it seems... McBain: smite something for me \Action: Trin Waves! \Action: Fensaith waves Glorak hiccups. Humbaba: Cya, Mcbain! Petlor: Bye McBain! \Action: McBain waves Math: Yeah, Arcail will be on later. *shrug* \Action: Trin grins. Glorak: I used to be a respectable miner. Now look at me. Glorak sways back and forth. Glorak sways back and forth. Math: He probably has more money than any of us. ;) Glorak hiccups. Humbaba: Man, I have 7 shares right now... You are sharing experiences with Astral Duck, Trin, Fensaith, Petlor, and Humbaba. Currently sharing their experiences with you: Astral Duck, Fensaith, Humbaba, Petlor, Trin. Trin: WooHoo! Math: Now 6? ;) Humbaba: Where shall we kill? Humbaba: Yup; Math: North Field? Humbaba: ok Fensaith ponders: we really need some healers.. this is wierd. Math: Orchard? Bartender: If yez wants to throw a party, find where the Darshak took me beer! Trin: North! Trin: Slugs! Math: Wait for Astral. Trin: Healers usu. N. too... Humbaba: Somebody wake his drunk butt up! \Action: Trin drains her beer in one gulp. Math: Nah, let's not wait...he can read where we are on his log. ;) Builder: Greetings, Humbaba. I am collecting wood for a Clan Meeting House. You helped to kill a Detached Spirit. Math yells: BEER! Petlor yells: BEER! Humbaba yells: BEER! Trin: Kick bootie! Fensaith yells: BEER! Trin yells: BEER!
