#Relni Chapter 20

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35/58 Relni Timestamps done!

Just finished timestamping Chapter 20 and now half-tempted to go all the way to Chapter 1 and go from there.

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Nathaniel: As we walk, I'm going to kind of move closer to Crawford. "Everything alright?"

Crawford: Everything is fine, we seem to be on track.

Nathaniel: Not asking about that.

Crawford: I mean I wasn't expecting him to turn up in prison, but...

Nathaniel: Just when he was mentioned you seemed to have an emotion I recognized.

Crawford: Which is?

Nathaniel: Something between hope and disappointment, I suppose.

Crawford: The timing's just funny. I was actually trying to get in contact with him.

Nathaniel: Oh. Well, never mind then.

Crawford: So hopefully I'll get what I want if all this goes to plan.

Nathaniel: I hope so.

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Hunt (OOC): God, I'm really curious about that new captain. That new head of security. I'm real curious about them. About her.

Crawford (OOC): Me too.

DM: Mm-hmm. Well you can certainly look into it, I suppose.

Hunt (OOC): I mean, only Crawford knows about it so...

DM: You... Oh that's true, yeah.

Hunt (OOC): So unless Petty is still at the manor and talking to Rhistel---

DM: Petty still might be at the manor and tell Rhistel.

Moriarty (OOC): Yeah, maybe when Petty is like having a tea sesh with Rhistel.

DM: Mm-hmm, like 'I don't want to go back yet because everything sucks.'

Moriarty (OOC): 'My new boss is bitch.'

DM: 'She's a bitch, she hates me.'

Hunt (OOC): Oh to be a fly on that wall.

DM: Mm-hmm.

Crawford (OOC): Like 'the upstairs isn't used if you need a nap.'

DM: Yeah, 'Can I please just sleep here for a second? Everything's been getting overhauled, I-- You know how much illegal shit I've been doing because nobody will ask me questions? And now I can't do it because everything becoming like air-fucking-tight. It's the worst. All because these fucking Tieflings are making problems for everybody.'

Hunt (OOC): I'm sorry?!

DM: I mean, let's be real it was the, you know, Carver got framed and...

Hunt (OOC): So wait, he was the start of it?

DM: You don't know. Presumably.

Hunt (OOC): Ahhh! Oh my god!

DM: I mean, obviously they like are doubling down on the guards. Carver mentioned, you know, that there were all these fucking guards there and, it could've been before him, but still.

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DM: Oh god, I'm sure there was like some flyer that went out of like, 'So we're having some problems with the sewer system right now.'

-laughter-

DM: 'Cause they totally would've tried to follow, I'm sure and the like, 'Shit.'

Hunt (OOC): Boom.

Crawford (OOC): Yeah, that is what is in a sewer.

DM: And it's like right in the heart of the city too, so it's probably like...

Crawford (OOC): 'Great, so we're gonna have clogged up pipes.'

DM: Yep, so you can't you know, 'Be sparing with your water' and blah blah blah.

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DM: You finish packing everything up and as you guys kind of step back and give them room, that's when Rhistel will come down the steps. Agustus as you're starting to lead the way out and you see this very tall willow-y elf with long blue-black hair, very well-dressed who gives you a nod and then turns to Crawford.

Rhistel: I suppose this is goodbye.

Crawford: I suppose it is.

Rhistel: Should you need anything, you know where to write me.

Crawford: Certainly, I'm sorry for the suddenness

Rhistel: I expect.... It's quite alright. Safe journeys.

Crawford: You as well.

DM: And they will kind of also give you a little bit of a bow and they nod again to Agustus and then they will walk back inside. Past all you guys probably waiting to watch her leave, they will just walk past and walk back inside. And Agustus and Dr. Crawford, Dr. Darnell Crawford, the two of you make your way out of the city with all of your gear and goods having paid the guild their dues and their goodbyes and the rest of you kind of watch as they head down the gravel pathway and out the gate and into Amberhelm and beyond. And that is where we'll resolve.

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DM: Petty does actually show up on Thursday.

Moriarty (OOC): Whoops.

DM: They come to the manor and they do have a box for you.

Hunt (OOC): Oh!

-laughter-

Tark (OOC): No!

Hunt (OOC): NO!

Moriarty (OOC): Let's open it.

DM: So, they open it and this person is still unconscious, it's just a human.

Crawford: Yep.

DM: They close it again and go;

Petrichor: This is an old friend of mine, so treat them... well.

DM: With a sinister little smile. And Petty, you can see immediately like looks fucking exhausted, like there are bags under their eyes, their hair's kind of a mess. They're just like, you know, they've been going through it lately.

Crawford (OOC): I can't imagine why. I'm not a very good liar so I don't want to ask.

Petrichor: Look, I'm not... If this is going to continue I'm probably going to have to up the price, I'm sorry. There a new security chief in Queensrest and she does not like me. She's been rearranging the guards and the way things are done and I... yeah. She and I do not get along and now with the prison break here, I'm sure the [something] is going to be tied up in paperwork and it's going to be a nightmare. She's probably going to start sending her people here, I don't know. Anyways, yeah this is going to be a little trickier going forward.

Crawford: Umm...

Eudora (OOC): Just tell Petty you're moving.

DM: Yeah.

Hunt (OOC): Yeah, just tell him that you no long require his-their services.

DM: Either one, Petty uses both.

Hunt (OOC): Okay.

Crawford: Well, I'm actually moving.

Petrichor: Oh. That explains why things are so tidy.

Crawford: But yeah, no I can still pay for this one and maybe I'll be in contact in the future, depends on how things go. But yeah, I understand if the price has to go up.

Petrichor: Yeah, well we'll be in touch and we'll see. I hope that your move is smooth.

Crawford: If not, I'm sure you'll see me sooner rather than later.

Hunt (OOC): [in chat] That gardener is gonna discover that incinerator a lot sooner than anticipated. XD

Petrichor: Alright.

Crawford (OOC): That poor gardener.

DM: They're gonna go back and there's a half-finished incinerator built in the living room and is just like, 'what the fuck'

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Moriarty: So Darnell?

Tark: Yeah, I was about to say.

DM: As they all are rowing off across the bay.

Crawford: Technically, not a licensed medical professional.

Moriarty: We been knew.

Eudora: I am shocked. I am shocked and appalled.

Tark: 'shocked and appalled'

Hunt: I am dismayed.

Moriarty: I have never been less surprised in my life.

Crawford: I've had the training, just...

Eudora: Not the official paperwork, I take it.

Crawford: Yeah.

Eudora: You know, I think that is true for a large number of people. Paperwork isn't everything.

Tark (OOC): Except for the one guy who actually did all of the schoolwork, paperwork.

DM: Dr. Phineas Crawford is a licensed medical professional. He went to medical school.

Crawford (OOC): He's the only one. What a fucking nerd.

DM: Show your father some respect.

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Osk: Don't suppose our Dr. Crawford can stick around town, but I don't think he'd look very keen to coming back with us?

DM: And she kind of looks between the two of you.

Crawford: Well if you have room for another doctor?

Osk: I'm sure we could arrange that. Might be good to have more than one skilled medic running around. This is the daughter you mentioned, I'm assuming Doctor?

Agustus (OOC): [in chat] camping trip. lay low for a while in the sticks

DM: And the older Doctor Crawford Senior will nod. Kind of not look at you pointedly as he does.

Osk: Yeah well, if you can vouch for her, I trust your judgement on this sort of thing. You comin' with us then, girl?

Crawford: Yeah.

Nathaniel. Tark, & Hunt (OOC): [in chat] :(

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Phineas: I meant to come back, I thought that I could divert their attention and I would be able to come back and get you and whatever I could carry, but when I got back the house was mess and you were gone and all I learned was that you had been sent to Namolia.

Crawford: Why didn't you come to Namolia then?

Phineas: I didn't know where you were and I wouldn't dare go into the city, everyone's looking for me. It's a big kingdom.

Crawford: I kept up the work though.

Phineas: I'm glad. I haven't had much of a laboratory lately, I have been... I have a lot of theories I haven't had time or the resources to test them.

Moriarty (OOC): Oh god, are we adopting him too?

Phineas: I am glad to see you again Darnell. I didn't think I would ever see you again.

Hunt & Eudora (OOC): *perks up hearing a name drop*

Moriarty (OOC): I'm sorry?

Eudora (OOC): What was that?

Crawford: I was starting to have my doubts about you as well.

DM: He stops again and just pulls you into a hug. And for those who, to the two of you who do know this man, he is not a very physically affectionate person.

Crawford (OOC): Likewise of Crawford as well.

Tark (OOC): Everyone is staring at their respective Crawfords are like staring like 'What the fuck?'

DM: 'a hug? Hello?'

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Eudora: As soon as we're out of earshot of that whole area, Eudora's gonna be like, "So, Dr. Crawford and... Dr. Crawford?"

DM: He will turn around the first moment you say his name and look at your Crawford and sort of raise an eyebrow.

Phineas: Doctor Crawford.

Tark (OOC): Spiderman meme; 'Doctor Crawford?' 'Doctor Crawford?' 'Doctor Crawford.'

Moriarty (OOC): If it's identity theft, I swear to god.

Crawford: Look, you left everything behind.

Phineas: I know.

Tark (OOC): Including your name and it's mine now.

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Tark: Could I like just full-on punch him in the face?

DM: Yeah, go ahead and made a melee attack.

Tark: Cool, I've never done this.

DM: So it's just straight up Strength.

Tark: Well that's good, that's 18?

DM: And I guess you're proficient with your own hands, so...

Tark (OOC): Tark has thrown some hands in his day.

Moriarty (OOC): Has he?

DM: Mm-hmm.

Tark (OOC): You don't know his life.

DM: He doesn't have a backstory.

Tark (OOC): Exactly. 18.

DM: Yeah you can absolutely punch this guy in the face, so it would be your fist, so what's your Strength modifier?

Tark (OOC): 4

DM: So it's four points of damage. You break this dude's nose.

Tark: Great. And then, can my duplicate also hit him? I don't know, I haven't used it before.

Hunt (OOC): *shakes head 'no'*

DM: I don't think so.

Tark: I don't know what they can do.

DM: Not a lot. But Brit who is the Lorekeeper is shaking her head, so...

Tark: Okay.

DM: I trust that judgement.

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DM: So Tark you have plenty of time to go and cast the glyph.

Tark: Mm-hmm.

DM: What is the pass phrase so everybody knows.

Tark: 'Bees'.

Crawford (OOC): Oh my god.

Moriarty (OOC): Bees?

DM: The password is 'Bees'.

Tark (OOC): 'Bees?'

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Eudora (OOC) Perhaps we could dig an elaborate series of tunnels.

DM: In a day.

Tark (OOC): Let's Shawshank this!

DM: In a day.

Tark (OOC): Two days!

DM: Shawshank speedrun.

Moriarty (OOC): Using mainly spoons, dig a tunnel under the city.

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Crawford: Does anyone have any ideas?

Moriarty: I need coffee before I have ideas, it's too early for this shit.

Eudora: I'm afraid many of us are not the quiet types. So we may not be able to take the sneaky approach to this.

Moriarty: If we want a quiet type then Hunt is our lead. I'm gonna put in a coffee order, what does everybody want?

Tark (OOC): After the last time we put in a tea order I don't think...

DM: That wasn't Moriarty, he wasn't there.

Tark (OOC): No no no, that was M talking about the last time we put in a drink order.

DM: You're in your own home.

Tark (OOC): I know, that is my gut reaction.

Moriarty (OOC): We're all gonna turn into birds.

DM: That's how you get in.

Tark (OOC): Yeah, my gut reaction I was like, 'Jesus, the last time we put in a drink order we turned into fucking birds.'

DM: You guys can all get... yeah.

Hunt: I'll just have a black coffee.

Moriarty: I will pay for the coffee.

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Eudora: How many did you say we need to...

Agustus: Spring?

Tark: Mm-hmm.

Eudora: Spring.

Agustus: Three of them. There's three.

Eudora: What can you tell us about 'em?

Agustus: Well, there's Captain Osk, Lazuli, and Dr. Phineus. Captain Osk used to be a knight, Dr... (OOC): Is that the same name? Are there two Crawfords?

DM: It's the same name. Yes it is.

Crawford: I'm sorry, could you repeat that a second?

Agustus: Yeah, there's Lazuli, and our healer, medic, Dr. Crawford. Phineus.

Nathaniel (OOC): Amazing.

Eudora: I think there's probably like a collective head turn.

Tark (OOC): Yeah.

Crawford: [something]

Tark (OOC): Man, they be taking your name and everything.

Crawford: How long has... Dr. Crawford been with you?

Agustus: A number of years, far as I'm aware. He comes and goes.

Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] OH. I just connected a couple dots I think.

Crawford: I'm sure he does.

Agustus: Quite good at what he does. Why? Ya'll know him?

Crawford: I suppose that went bad regardless then.

Agustus: Friend of yours? He spoke of kin.

Crawford: Mentor. [something] I guess.

DM: Klouse, you do know that Yuan-Ti are typically native to Namolia and her accent if not Namolia is at least elven and she's about the right age to fit the bill of the one thing you know about Dr. Crawford.

Agustus: I see.

Moriarty (OOC): [in chat] *inserts pic of 'Identity theft is not a joke, Jim!*

Agustus (OOC): Is Namolia a different city or region?

DM: It's a kingdom.

Agustus: You wouldn't happen to be from Namolia, would you?

Crawford (OOC): I don't know my geography well enough to agree on that.

DM: That was where you were sent to after... That's where the Yuan-Ti cities are.

Crawford: Not originally, but I lived there awhile.

Agustus: Dr. Crawford is a bit reserved, but I know he had kin in Namolia. Is that you?

Crawford: I don't know if he has any other. If I knew where I was it would've been nice if he had wrote.

Agustus: I'm not sure they're lettin' him send letters in his current state. I'm sure he'd like to speak when we get him out.

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Eudora: So Mr. Morgan, if you don't mind my prying, what exactly is it that your associates did to end up facin' the hangman?

Agustus: Right, well, we work in acquisitions, you might say. Commodities, bonds, securities and well... the law didn't like us acquiring what we acquired.

Hunt: *grinning and nodding along*

Agustus: We didn't expect that sort of resistance.

DM: [in chat] Everyone glances at Hunt.

Agustus: Normally we don't get too close to Amberhelm, but...

Moriarty: [in chat] Moriarty especially.

Agustus: It's a dangerous place for folks in our line of work. Think they have my associates confused with some roughneck criminals.

Eudora: Well I can certainly understand how such a misunderstandin' might occur.