The Dwarven Militia clan meeting of May 18th, 1999.

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!



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