Needing no explanation:

GM: "Nothing particularly unusual happens that evening other than the unusualness that results from the company you keep."

Last session, Sybil lost her temper, and she used fire to do it - a lot of fire. This starts a trend for this session:

GM: "Do you talk to the fire?"
Sybil: "Oh, yes."
Osric: "Please don't. When you talk to fire, things blow up."
Sybil: "Allright, I complain to the fire."

Once more, we organize:

GM: "Next morning. What's your plan of action?"
Sybil: "Sulk."
Finndo: "Eat - "
Cyrus: "And get the hell out of here."
Finndo: " - and go talk to Sejak."

God bless the Czar and keep him far away from us:

Scott: "What's the general feel of the town this morning?"
Rob: "I imagine everyone's hiding."
GM: "There seem to be fewer people in the street. Of those that you do see... well. You sense that they respect you but they would prefer to respect you from further away. They're aware something went wrong but they're not quite sure what did."

On learning curves:

Lydia: "I think a source of fire would be useful -"
Sybil: "You would like me to provide fire?
Finndo: "NO. No." Pause. "Not yet."

On timing:

GM: "You enter the fortress -"
The music crescendos dramatically.
GM: "Ignore the music. It's not appropriate," and the basta^H^H^H man smiles, "yet."

The party has a second audience with Sejak The Morning After to discuss the Consequences. The good Baron has a new perspective:

Finndo: "Baron Sejak."
Sejak: "Perhaps."
Finndo: "For the moment, at least."

Only Finndo could find a polite way to say, 'So. Running for your life; care to wager your odds?':

Finndo: "I hope the morning finds you in a somewhat better state than the evening did."
Sejak: "I'm alive."
Finndo: "It is my hope that we can maintain that state. If I may inquire, what are your current plans?"
Sejak: "Leave."
Finndo: "Do you think that you will be able to make it out safely?"
Sejak: "No."

Sejak intends to leave his relative, Ephraim, to cope with the Barony in his absence:

Finndo: "This Ephraim. I imagine you choose him because he is close to you and competent."
Sejak: "Yes."
Finndo: "Would he be the best choice for it?"
Sejak: "The circumstances of his birth might recommend against it."

The problem, of course, being:

Finndo: "Are there any [relatives] you would recommend?"
Sejak: "Their circumstances of birth might recommend against it."

One has to admire a man who can pun in dire straits:

Sejak: "My bloodline has - uh. Well. I was sort of the last sacrifice."

Finndo knights Ephraim. On dubious honors:

GM: "He has a startled air about this, a sort of Why me?"

And dubious warnings:

Finndo: "I know the Crown will recognize the service you put forward here."

On personal feelings:

Finndo: "What suggestions would you have for ensuring this realm does not collapse in your absence?"
Sejak: "I think the categorical extermination of the druids would be problematic at best."
Finndo: "As appealing as the thought is."
Sejak: "Yes. Don't show weakness to the neighbors."
Finndo: "Of course."

On being organized:

Finndo: "How long will it take you to have your affairs in order?"
Sejak: "I spent the night doing so."

On womanly faith that everything will come out right in the end:

Finndo: "We will step outside and allow him fifteen minutes or so to -"
Deborah: "Be assassinated?"
GM: "No, he takes the fifteen minutes as a reasonable time to -"
Shai: "Be assassinated?"

The Princes go inside to trump Sejak home, leaving the non-princes standing about cooling their heels, each in their special way:

Sybil: "I kick things."
Cyrus: "I lounge dangerously."

On covering bases:

Sejak: "I would like Ephraim to be aware of how I passed."
Finndo: "Sir Ephraim. May I have your word that the means of this shall remain your secret to the grave?"
Ephraim: "Yes."
Finndo: "Do you trust this man, Baron Sejak?"
Sejak: "There was no other choice for who will replace me."
Finndo: "Very well."
Scott, too thoughtfully: "There are several interpretations of the word 'passed'."

Finndo calls Oberon to trump Sejak through. The positive, pragmatic outlook of an Amber Prince:

Finndo: "He chose one of his lieutenants; I knighted the gentleman and advanced thanks in case he happens to survive this."

Ominous coincidences:

GM: "You hear - "
RL truck starts backing up.
GM: "You hear Oberon say, 'Ah, Baron. I have a post that has needed refreshing for some time.'"

It's amazing how accepting a fellow can become:

GM: "Ephraim looks unable to parse anything that has passed."
Finndo: "Attribute it to sorcery."
Ephraim: "I shall."
Finndo: "Your Baron is safe in Amber."
Ephraim: "I see that. I think."

We're from Amber and we're here to help:

Finndo: "I could publicly regale them with your position, but I do not know that that would do you any benefit."
Ephraim: "No. No, I don't think so. I do not wish to offend, Prince Finndo, but could you... *leave*?"

The Yellow Brick Road Approach to a Progress Through The Countryside:

Finndo: "I believe we will be leaving this awful, awful place."
Sonnet: "That would be a delightful idea."
Cyrus: "Where are we going?"
No one knows. Silence.
Sybil: "Who cares?"
Finndo: "East seems a satisfactory answer for the moment. We have a tour to continue."

On the joys of civilization:

GM: "It's a half day's ride to the east to Fjelstad -
Cyrus: "Where there's a fucking road again."
GM, obligingly: "It's a half day's ride to the east, where there's a fucking road again."
Cyrus, cheerfully: "Keeping our firepots burning brightly!"

On the bitterness of an Amber Prince:

Finndo: "Cyrus, I would like you to start keeping a list -"
Cyrus: "Of all the people we have left behind alive?"
Finndo: "No, of all the trade goods and luxuries that locals would find... corrupting."

On the careful selection of targets:

Deborah: "Sybil is kicking rocks at a horse."
Scott: "Benedict's horse?"
Deborah: "She's sulking, not stupid."
Lydia: "Probably my horse."
Deborah: "Now that you mention it -"
Lydia: "Of course."

On yet another way to annoy a Karm:

Sonnet: "WHY are you kicking rocks at the horse?"
Sybil: "Because I *felt* like it."
Sonnet, with all the emphasis of a Karm: "Don't."

On Sybil, pots and kettles:

Sonnet: "Petulant little bitch."

On charging the local flora:

Finndo: "Have you ever belted a tree, brother?"
Osric: "Cyrus has."

On the trouble with clever plans:

Finndo: "It's a tremendously simple task. You see, if you cut a strip out of the bark that goes all the way around the base, the tree dies. It is that simple."
Benedict: "Aye. We could do that."
Sonnet: "Of course, while you're cutting, the trees will reach down and strangle you."

Sybil starts mimicking Benedict's surly air:

Shai: "So you do look like a younger sister of Sonnet's, with more of Daddy..."

What money, not rank, will buy you:

Finndo: "You know what, I'm dropping the extra cash and I'm buying the inn for two nights."
Innkeeper: "WELCOME! Welcome, good sir! The maidens become somewhat more solicitous, but that's not surprising."

Observations:

Lydia: "I am not yet ready to let go of my paranoia."
Jarrod: "Shocking."
Scott: "You never let go of your paranoia."

Asking sweetly for permission to go out for soda and ice cream and slaughter:

Sonnet: "May I go out and offend people this evening?"
Finndo: "Would you be willing to do this is the company of Sir Cyrus?"
Sonnet: "That would be an excellent idea."
Finndo: "Sir Cyrus, is that amicable to you?"
Cyrus, helpfully: "I'm sure that I can be thoroughly offensive."

On the benefits of having scared your local small Fae:

Sybil: "I clearly think I am coming along."
Cyrus glares at her.
She glares back.
Cyrus glares more.
Sybil hides behind Sonnet.

It's amazing the conclusions people will jump to:

Benedict: "In the course of your offensiveness -"
Cyrus: "We do not want an excuse for a war to start in the north."
Benedict: "... Yes. You may want to get news on the state of affairs here in the north."

Sybil is sulking and swinging her feet. She has taken to kicking the furniture.

Finndo: "Are you having fun, young lady?"
Osric: "Are you trying to provoke the furniture?"
Sybil: "Mayhaps."

Benedict tries to talk to Sybil. Ah, irony:

Benedict puts a chair down next to Sybil, straddles it.
Sybil promptly kicks it.

The GM has arranged an Osric-specific dream sequence with the rest of the party. The effect is that in the middle of a scene that was occurring anyway, the party - with no pause to their conversation or other activities - begins attacking Osric. No one warned Jarrod:

Finndo is working on making a noose out of rope.
Osric, unawares, to Finndo: "The noose goes the other way, brother."
Finndo: "Quite right."

Finndo: "I place the noose around Osric's neck."
Benedict: "I put my sword at Osric's back."
Jarrod: "Did I miss something?"
GM: "Nope."
Benedict: "Are you feeling well, brother?"

A little more irony:

Benedict: "You already assume that we mortals in the mortal land don't understand much of what you've done and where you've come from."
Sybil, snide: "Ignorant."
Benedict, still determined: "Yes and I wish to learn."

Let he who is without sin:

Osric: "Is this fun for you, brother?"
Benedict: "I don't know why I'm doing this."
Osric: "I don't know either."
Benedict: "But it strikes me as the thing to do."
Osric: "You've gone off the deep end, haven't you?"
Benedict: "Thought that was you."

Meanwhile, Sonnet and Cyrus fuss over logistics while they're being offended:

Cyrus: "Were you looking for a lethal or a non-lethal fight?"
Sonnet: "We're just looking to render him unconscious or beat him to a bloody pulp so they can have their way with me."
Cyrus: "Is this the desired outcome?"
Sonnet: "No. I have nothing to gain from sleeping with these individuals - except perhaps the pox."

Sybil sulks Benedict style:

Osric: And I'm trying to find a way of pointing that out to Benedict without sending him off into a tearing rage."

Finndo has decided that we need Sonnet's sidekick back to settle Sonnet a bit. He trumps Lucan through. Lucan's never seen a trump before, let alone gone through one, and the experience leaves him... well:

Lucan: "Uh. Whoa. Yeah. Hi." He grins nervously. "Where's Sonnet's room?"
Finndo: "Over there."
Lucan: "There a room near it?"
Finndo: "Yeah."
Lucan: "I'll take that one."
Finndo: "Good night."
Lucan FLEES.

Classic older brother helpfulness:

Osric: "Brother are you recovered and ready for round two?"
Benedict: "I need to digest what I've heard tonight. Maybe I'll have more pearls of wisdom for her later."
Osric: "I doubt it."

Benedict: "I think I can see where she's coming from."
Osric: "Well, it's obvious."
Benedict: "And to a certain extent, she's right."
Osric: "It's all a matter of perspective."
Benedict: "To a certain degree, I sympathize with her."
Osric: "Well. You're used to it."

Meanwhile, Cyrus and Sonnet amuse themselves. These little details keep plaguing them:

GM: "You teach them how to use the wrong end of a sword."
Cyrus: "Should it be lethal or non lethal?"
Sonnet: "We don't want to leave witnesses."

GM: "You've actually done an admirable job of keeping the blood off your hands."

On how to go about subtle, accurate insult:

Osric, to Sybil: "Perhaps I understand the problem you are having: your complaint is that the gifts do not have _immediate_ return."

Sonnet, learning that we now have a Lucan, drops by for a visit. Lucan, thoroughly terrified, communicates his concern succinctly:

Sonnet: "Lucan?"
Lucan: Nuh uh!

One should be patient with one's sidekick:

Sonnet: "Lucan, Open the goddamned door."
Lucan: "Nuh uh! It's another trick."

Then one should be a Karm with one's sidekick:

Sonnet: "Let's be _reasonable_ about this."
Lucan: "Oh shit. It IS you!"
Lucan: "Uh. Hang on a minute. I have to move the bed. And the dresser. And the chair. And the table."

Complaints and lamentations, rather succinctly delivered:

Lucan: "He pulled me through a picture! In his hand! Of Benedict! The picture grabbed me! Benedict fucking grabbed me!"
Sonnet: "We're both gonna die!"

Sweet reunion:

Lucan: "You have a really strange way of showing the hots for someone."
Sonnet: "Oh Fuck You!"
Lucan: "It is you!"

The Plan:

Lucan: "You figure out the Princes; I'll just watch your back."

Lucan: "Yeah."
Sonnet: "And she likes to look like me, which is not good."
Lucan: "And why did you leave the message with me?"
Sonnet: "Because I trust you."
Lucan: "But I had this big hole in my leg!"
Sonnet: "It's not like I have a fleet of messengers with me! I could pick someone and rub my breasts against him, but that would just get us into more trouble!"
Lucan: "Yeah. Yeah, it probably would."

On Cyrus:

Sonnet: "He doesn't have much style, but he's VERY effective."

Sonnet is wearing a particularly brittle smile when she comes downstairs from her chat with Lucan:

Sybil: "You seem porcelain. Why do you seem porcelain?"
Sonnet: "I was reunited with an old friend."

On social placement and roles:

Lucan, to Sybil: "Hi. You're completely weird."
Osric: "Just get into a deep discussion with her sometime."

Sonnet: "This is Melody, my younger sister."
Lucan: "Of course it is! Two people to get me killed!"
Sonnet: "She looks like dad, but she's more like mom."
Lucan: "That's not a fun thing to be saying!"

Scott: "Is Cyrus in the common room?"
Rob: "Yes, with his head in a bucket."
Fred demonstrates dunking his head in a bucket repeatedly (miming the bucket, but it's Fred, so it worked).
Finndo: "You know, I have a little bird back in my office that looks like that. I'll have to see if I can get one carved for Sir Cyrus."

The favor of a Karm:

Sonnet: "So, Prince Finndo, do I have to THANK you for this at some point?"
Finndo: "Not at all. It seemed most convenient. Cards?"
Sonnet: "Oh, no, not at all. And I WILL thank you for this at some point. _Properly_."

The dangers of blending too well:

Deborah: Sybil spends the night as a bucket of fish."
GM: "You're awakened quite early by someone trying to cook you, and wondering why they can't get a grip. Eventually, they try to lift you and find you too heavy."

Sybil squawks and fights and yells, not wanting to be grabbed or cooked (still looking like a bucket of fish). The help flees, screaming about demons. This wakes Benedict, only in trousers, to try to reason with her.

Sybil, indignant: "They tried to COOK me!"
Benedict: "You're a bucket of fish! Of course they're going to try to cook you! That's what they do to buckets of fish!" Exasperated, "Now _please_ stop scaring the help."
Cyrus was asleep at the bar; he looks at this and finds himself motivated to go upstairs.
Sybil tears up: "I didn't mean to!" She sniffles. "I can't do anything right."
Benedict face palms. "My god, I am dealing with a twelve year old."

Osric pays Lucan a morning call. Lucan does not _want_ callers:

Osric: "I will attempt to gain entry without destroying the door."
GM: "The door's already been destroyed."
Osric: "I will cautiously check to see if he's in there."
The GM snores at his player by way of demonstration.

The etiquette of dealing with Princes:

Osric: "Do you mind if I come in?"
Lucan: "I sense I should answer no."
Osric: "You are correct."
Lucan: "Right. I'll be moving the furniture then."

They're in Lucan's room, mind:

Lucan: "Hi."
Osric: "Do have a seat."
Lucan: "Kay." Sits stiffly.

On being a Karm servant:

Osric: "What has been explained to you thus far?"
Lucan: "Nothing."
Osric: "See, that's why I'm here."
Lucan, not enthused: "Really."

Osric: "You're not going to be much good to anyone if you're catatonic with fear."
Lucan: "Dunno, feels kinda natural to me."

On credibility:

Osric: "What are you afraid of today?"
Lucan: "Tricks."
Osric: "What specifically?"
Lucan: "I'm here. And I didn't come here."
Osric: "Yes. Well."
Lucan: "I'm waiting for something to jump out of pictures, and - well, I took all of them down."
Osric: "That's not likely."
Lucan: "Really. Because dogs and WALKING SUITS OF ARMOUR -"
Osric: "That's not very likely, but it does happen - I'm not going to get very far with you today, am I?"
Lucan: "I'm a skilled obstructionist."

Lucan: "I'll be pushing the furniture in behind you."
Osric: "Whatever makes you happy."
Benedict, helpfully: "By the way, that's not really going to help if we want to get in."

Benedict goes out for the evening. Sybil insists on coming along, dressed as Sonnet does when being 'offended' with Cyrus:

GM: "You have a little pirate chick."

On knowing the right buttons to push:

Finndo: "Inform Sir Cyrus that of course he may partake as much as he likes so long as he understands that we leave at 9 in the morning even if we have to tie him to his horse."

GM: "It's nine am, and you ride out."
Cyrus: "Cyrus is not particularly hung over."
Deborah: "For some reason."

On Optimism in Fjelstad:

Cyrus: "This is a good place of an ambush."
Finndo: "The entire country, or just here?"
Cyrus: "The entire country."
Finndo: "What a heartening thought."

Rob: "Okay. So. To the capital of the Land Of Fish."

They show Sybil the ocean, which she has never seen:

Sybil: "It's the land of water. The Land is Water. Well. Water is the Land."

On knowing your demographic:

Rob: "We run up the three Princes' colors. We do not fly Rosewood or Karm because no one would know who Rosewood is and we don't want to scare anyone off."

It's an entire land of fish for bait:

Benedict: "Yes, of course, Lord Halibut; you're right at home here, aren't you? "

GM: "It is inquired as to whether you will be staying in the castle tonight."
Finndo accepts gracefully.
Sybil: "Does your castle also have secret passages?"
Sonnet, warningly: "Melody..."

On the joys of dealing with adolescents:

Sybil, to Baron Kord, whose guests they are: "You give a lot, don't you?"
Finndo: "Lady Sybil, please fail to participate in this conversation."
Sybil: "The way you failed to participate? Oh, _certainly_."

The party has eaten nothing but fish for days. This does not dint Finndo's cheerful courtesy:

Baron Kord: "Please enjoy the hospitality."
Finndo: "Oh, absolutely. It's been so long since we've had fish that we look forward to it very much."
Everyone stares at Finndo.

On anticipation:

GM: "Baron Kord encourages you to drop your sword by the castle blacksmith so that it can get a tune-up, so to speak."
Cyrus: "Sure. I don't expect anyone to try to kill me right now."

On a little too much of the right button pushing:

The party dines with Baron Kord.
Sybil: "I chatter the way I had to last night. She's charming, but coarse."
Finndo: "I hint that she should stop."
Sybil: "But that's how I talked to people at the tavern last night!"
Baron Kord: "Does this look like a tavern to you?"
Finndo, firmly: "No. This is Court."
Sybil: "Oh!" She widens her eyes and immediately looks under the table, wanting to hide there.

On diplomacy and the North:

Baron Kord: "I am glad that I am first on your list of people who aren't a pain in the ass."
Benedict: "Yes, well, now that you mention it - "
Baron Kord: "I looked at your itinerary and drew a few conclusions."

Benedict: "You don't have any rubies here, do you?"
Baron Kord: "Now why would I have rubies?"

The trouble with being Sonnet:

Sonnet: "She turns on the charm."
GM: "How much charm do you turn on?"
Sonnet: "A lot."
GM: "He's not married, you know."
Rob: "Finndo's just thinking that he needs to do these things _alone_."

On doing your job too well:

Rob: "Of course, Finndo recognizes the composer of the [after-dinner] music, has commentary on it - "
GM: "Kord is very very impressed."
Benedict: "God, that's disgusting."
Osric: "Yes."

Osric: "I search my room."
GM: "How well?"
Osric: "Thoroughly. VERY thoroughly."
GM: Okay. So you're taking your room down and putting it back together?"
Osric: "Yes."
GM: "Good construction they have here."

The trouble with looking like a castle wall is that people put grappling hooks in you. This results in the following announcements:

GM, to Benedict: "The wall next to you is screaming; there's a grappling hook in it. The wall is struggling and crying out."

The party is being assaulted by dead people:

GM, to Sonnet: "You see a headless man standing over you, holding his blood-dripping head. He says, 'Murderer!'"
Deborah: "This is so not the time for Hamlet."

GM, to Osric: "You're putting your bed back together when you hear Sonnet scream."

On responses, estimations:

GM: "What are you doing?"
Finndo: "Stand. Proceed in the appropriate direction, cane in hand."
Osric: "More of the same: screaming probably bad; go look."

Finndo: "Benedict or Cyrus?"
Osric: "Probably Benedict."

... and on loyalty:

Sybil shooting the headless man on Sonnet in the back: "I _have_ objections."

The trouble with killing dead people:

GM, to Sonnet and Deborah: "You see him scratched by your sword. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. Then an arrow comes through the heart - Deborah it was an EXCELLENT shot, severed the spine, straight through the heart. It doesn't seem to affect him - he's already dead, headless."
Sybil: "Of course. We're trying to kill the dead. We're going about this all wrong."

Trending some more:

Deborah: "Oh god. How do you kill the dead?"
Lydia: "Fire."
Deborah: "You really don't want me to summon fire, do you?"
Rob: "NO."

Confucius say, know your enemy:

GM: "It looks like the guards are trying to decide who the enemy is - yes, headless thing, okay bad, but NONE of you are people they are accustomed to having on their walls."

Solutions and bandwagons:

Finndo: "I am going to pin the fucking thing to the wall with a cart."
Osric: "Fair enough; I'll help!"

On aplomb:

GM: "You see Benedict pitch the last guy off the roof; as he's falling, you see he's already got a pretty bad wound. He lands, he's still a moment - and then he slowly starts to get up."
Finndo, to Osric: "Get another cart."

Sybil: "I sing Sonnet's lullaby to him as I shoot him again."
GM: "This one hits with enough force that he's knocked down - and then he gets back up."
Sybil: "You're not listening to my lullaby."

On having the appropriate skillset:

GM: "What skill do you propose to roll against for the cart?"
Rob: "I have no idea."
Lydia: "Desperation!"
Rob: "The closest I have is riding."
GM: "Let's use riding; what the hell."

Benedict is leaping down into the cart:

Finndo: "I instruct the guards to throw anything heavy they have into the cart."
Benedict: "Waiiiit!"
Guards: "Yes sir!"
Benedict: "I leap."
GM: "And apparently the first thing they throw is Benedict."

Sonnet finds the head belonging to the body attacking her; she picks it up:

GM: "The body turns toward Sonnet with sudden purpose and charges her."
Deborah: "I'm immolating the son of a bitch."
Sonnet: "Where's the nearest torch?"
GM: "Running towards you, apparently."

Descriptiveness:

Sonnet: "I hurl the head down."
GM: "Something unspeakably squishy and crunchy happens."

And always asking nicely:

GM: "Benedict continues with his delimbification process..."
GM: "Finndo's doing something with the cart and rope - he's so wacky."
Finndo: "Tying them up and pinning them - I instruct the guardsmen to place the heads into sacks, please."

The trouble with experience:

Sonnet, to Sybil: "Thank you. That was better than a torch."
Sybil: "How do you kill the dead?"
Sonnet: "Bring it back to life."
Sybil: "I've never brought something back to life."
Sonnet: "Neither have I; that makes two of us. Usually when these buggers are dead, they stay dead."

Finndo cheerily converses with the undead. No, really:

GM: "He's cursing, swearing, and occasionally Benedict's name comes up."
Finndo: "Yes yes yes. What do you have against Prince Benedict?"

Finndo: "How could he have killed you when you're already dead?"
Undead Fellow: "Your logic escapes me." Bellowing, "I WILL BE AVENGED!"
Finndo: "That seems unlikely. We're not going to be so stupid as to leave you."
Undead Fellow: "I WILL be AVENGED!!"
Finndo: "No, because we're going to seal you in concrete."
Undead Fellow: "Uh! I will BE AVENGED!"
Finndo, reasonably: "I can't think of anyone Benedict killed in the last week, except for some leaves. Where did he kill you?"
Undead Fellow: "My homeland!"
Finndo: "Which is where -"
Undead Fellow: "I - I will be avenged!"
Finndo: "Yes, yes. Would you like a proper burial before you seek revenge?"
Osric: "Why come up with these complicated theories when insanity will do?"

Finndo, drily: "I am guessing that your crime was so great that his very soul cries out for revenge."
Undead Fellow: "Exactly! I Will Be Avenged!"

They take away the undead fellow's rope and grappling hooks so Benedict can get back up to the castle walls:

Finndo: "There; you've just helped Benedict. Thank you for the rope."
Undead Fellow: "I shall add you to my list."
Finndo: "I am quivering with terror."
Undead Fellow: "You shall be! The Fanir are not killed lightly!"
Osric: "Are the Fanir killed heavily? Should we be seeking heavy rocks?"

Finndo: "If he gets up again, we'll give him a little noogie."

Dotting the i's and crossing the t's:

Finndo: "Yes, we will check and see if they all want to seek revenge against Benedict."
GM: "One is saying: 'Though you burn my body, I shall gnaw her ankles off!'"
Cyrus: "I see you have had an active night."
Finndo: "Cyrus, this is - what is your name, sir?"
Undead Fellow: "My name - shall be AVENGED!"
Finndo: Yes, Venged, this is Sir Cyrus. He once beat Benedict with a fish."
Undead Fellow: "Join me, and we shall defeat him together!"

Assessing the situation:

Finndo: "He seems to feel Benedict killed him - a week ago."
Cyrus: "I take it that this is not typical for Prince Benedict's enemies."

Sonnet: "Could anyone tell me what is going on before a corpse attempts to kill me again?"

Undead Fellow: "I WILL HAVE HER BLOOD!"
Sonnet: "I like my blood!"
Finndo: "He seems to think you killed him - only in the past week. The rest seem to think that about Benedict."
Sonnet: "I have not killed - wait, I take that back. I have not killed a Fanir in the past week."

Finndo, cheerily: "I'd like to just burn the bodies and keep the heads in sacks, really."

It's good to know what you've been up to:

Benedict: "The only things I've killed in the past week are a few leaves, so,me salad and a couple of trees."

Poise is waiting till you've pinned and trapped the undead to be ill:

Finndo: "Now, if everything is under control, please excuse me a moment."
Finndo goes over to a corner, and throws his guts up.

On helpful observations:

Baron Kord: "Good evening, Prince Finndo!"
Sybil: "Your dead come back ruined!"
Finndo: "Do you have any experience with the dead -
Baron Kord: "Pardon?
Finndo picks up a head, "Tell him about the revenge."
GM: "The head spews curses at Prince Benedict."
Finndo puts it in the bucket.
Finndo: "The dead seem to have risen to seek revenge against Benedict and Sonnet."

One has to admire the efficiency:

Baron Kord: "You seem to have made a mess of my courtyard."
Finndo: "Yes, we'll be working on taking care of that."
Baron Kord: "No problem; just let me know when you're done, and it will be dealt with."

Finndo has arranged for the various undead heads to be kept in sacks which are in turn kept in buckets of water:

GM: "There seems to be a lot of bubbling in there. How the hell are they getting any air?"
Finndo: "You know, in regard to heads, that is one of the things that troubles me least."

And, inevitably, one looks for the long angle:

Benedict: "I wonder if Father knows anything of this?"
Osric: "Indubitably."
Finndo: "I am curious what would happen if one of _you_ asked him."

Benedict calls home to Dad to inquire not about walking trees, witches, or man eating shadows but vengeful undead:

Oberon: "Benedict."
Benedict: "Father. I'm wondering if in one of your past experiences, you've ever seen something like this before?"
Benedict pulls up the head; the head spews invective and bellows, "I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE ON PRINCE BENEDICT."
Oberon: "No."

On parental faith:

Benedict: "We're in Fjelstad right now. Four of them tried to climb the wall this evening and one of them claimed vengeance against Lady Sonnet, claiming she tried to kill him in the last week. Three of them demanded vengeance against me, claiming that I killed them - last week."
Oberon: "So why did you kill them?"

Finndo joins the call, recognizing the look on Benedict's face:

Benedict, thoughtfully, restraining his temper: "I've killed leaves, I've killed salad and a tree or two."
Finndo: "Father. I'm afraid I must second Benedict's statement."
Oberon: "That's unfortunate. I think I must go have an argument with Piero."

Finndo: "When will we hear from you? "
Oberon, typically unhelpful: "It depends on how many more of them you didn't-kill killed."

When you kill a man, it costs nothing to be polite:

Finndo: "I take them out one at a time. Finndo will gracefully apologize for the mixup -"
Undead Fellow: "YOU WILL SUFFER FOR THIS!"
Finndo: "And we are in fact doubly sorry that your vengeance will be kept from you -"
Undead Fellow: "WE WILL BE AVENGED!"
Finndo: "- because whoever truly killed you has practiced some deception on you -"
Undead Fellow: "LIES LIES LIES!"
Finndo: "- and then I hurl them into the bonfire -"
Undead Fellow: "MY GHOST WILL KILL YOU!"
Finndo: "- and then I proceed with the next one."

On knowing when it's pointless:

Benedict: "You see, Lady Sybil, sometimes obligations are not required of gifts."
Sybil squints at him.
Benedict: "If you wish to repay me later, that would be nice, but it's not necessary."
Sybil stares at him like he's insane.
Benedict: "On the other hand, you may regard this as repayment for the air elemental that came to my aid earlier."
Sybil: "Oh, of course!"

Finndo commissions a bronze sword (or two):

Finndo: "In fact, I will order two and pay him an ass-load of money if he is done by the day's end."
Jarrod: "Would that be a metric ass-load?"

On sleeping arrangements:

Sybil: "I spend the night as a guard for Lucan."
GM: "Is this a guard of your own creation?"
Sybil: "Of course."
GM: "There's a rainbow guard in front of Lucan's door. Eventually, the rainbow guard curls up and sleeps."

Come the morning, Lucan opens the door, takes a look:

Lucan: "Uh-huh." He shuts the door, firmly.
Sybil, brightly: "Good morning, Lucan."
Lucan groans.

Finndo told Baron Kord a name for Sybil. Sybil decides that the smart thing to do is have words with Finndo about this:

Sybil: "Prince Finndo, I gave you a name to call me by. I gave Lady Sonnet and Sir Cyrus and all the rest of you a name to call me by. I did not give you a name to give to others to call me by. If you do that again I will carve out your gut and feed it back to you through your nostrils -"
Finndo: "LADY Sybil -"
GM: "You've never seen Finndo this angry."
Sybil: "- and then I will burn this fucking town down around their ears."
Finndo does NOT look amused: "Very well. I did not realize that you had given me your Name -"
Sybil: "I did not! And I did not give you a name to give to others."
Finndo: "- And so I apologize and will not do that again." Pause. "If you try to threaten me again, you will find that my ire far exceeds my grace."
Sybil stares at him. "Noted."

On travel plans and supplies:

GM: "Do you stock up on anything?"
Deborah: "A shit-load of iron."
GM: "No, he already stocked up on that."
Rob: "He's got firepots from the druids, iron for her... about set. Oh. Oil, since he used up his reserves for the molotov cocktails."

Finndo asks Sybil for the name he can give strangers. Sybil balks. On the consequences of playing Father Figure Who Must Be Rebelled Against:

Finndo: "You are accusing me of base deeds."
Sybil: "Base deeds for a base man!"
Cyrus: "There is always the bucket treatment."
Finndo: "That is very tempting."

While Finndo and Sybil are going at it in the background, Osric is Helpful. Sound familiar?

Benedict: "She just insulted him!"
Osric: "I'm sure he can take care of himself."

Sybil appeals to Sonnet. Unfortunately, she does it Sybil-style:

Sonnet: "I'm sorry, but I don't understand."
Sybil: "That's clear."
Several people, OOC: "You dumbass."

Sonnet: "I am here to protect them; don't threaten them. If they are stupid then why don't you educate them?"
Sybil: "I've been trying!"
Sonnet: "If you shout, people stop listening."

The GM takes a moment to let us know the hour long fight isn't wasting time:

GM: "Just to assure you it is fine that this is taking up so much real estate because the control of a tactical nuclear weapon should."

The Kings Version of Quarters:

Jarrod: "Finndo's new drinking game. Every time Sybil looks offended, take a drink."

On gambling with tacnukes:

Finndo: "I _hate_ playing cards with mages. Fortunately, the likely other outcome was my killing her, so I'm glad this went well."
Cyrus: "I see."

Jarrod: "Can we pick up a lawyer, just to deal with Sybil?"

Sybil, trying to please Sonnet, apologizes to Finndo:

Finndo: "I will accept the apology, but first you must know the significance of it."
Scott: "I'm right and your wrong. TTTHHHBBBBBT. "

Cyrus: "Oh, this is going to be a long trip."
Jarrod: "I'll turn this car RIGHT around -"

News arrives that Duke Gundra Vell is forming a war party. Finndo sums up the problem:

Finndo: "Short form, the dead who came after us, came from a town called Sorrowfell. It is south of here. They think their neighbor is responsible. If we ask their neighbor, they will think Sorrowfell is responsible. More likely, someone else is responsible, and seeking to see war between these two nations."
Sybil: "Oh."
Finndo: "It's bad."
Sybil: "Are we going to burn the fucking town down around their ears?"
Finndo: "Not yet."

Osric: "This is going to be a long day."
Sybil: "Not usually."

Finndo tries to parley with Gundra. The trouble with using logic on large brick walls:

Finndo: "We are here because of an enormous deception."
Gundra: "You mean the one about me riding tonight instead of tomorrow?"
Finndo: "No."
Gundra: "Damn! I thought that was clever!"

Gundra: "That is because who ever arranged this in Caddon did this so you would be - would be - would be taken out of this - this - STUFF! But you have TRIUMPHED and you are here to aid our cause!"
Cyrus: "Oh dear."

Finndo: "I ask you, as a wise leader of your land -"
Gundra grunts agreement that he is wise.
Finndo, evenly: "- to take the time and see if a third party is trying to incite violence between two brothers whom we all know rule this kingdom in peace and harmony."
Gundra: "AHA!"
Finndo: "Aha?"
Gundra: "I'm still riding tonight!"
Finndo: We will join you."
Gundra: "He turns around, 'They will join us!!'"

When logic and reason fail:

Finndo: "Benedict and Cyrus, you have the most skill among us. Please stay with him and... make sure the Duke doesn't get out of hand."
Benedict, to Cyrus: "Yes. I'll distract him, you conk him over the head."
Finndo: "YES! Welcome to Finndo's real plan!"

On Gundra:

Sybil: "He reminds me of my relatives."
Sonnet: "Ah, yes, we're riding with a team of bloody berserkers. Let's try to keep up, shall we?"

Finndo: "How diplomatic are you feeling?"
Osric: "I'm always diplomatic."
Finndo: "Would you like to make a wager that there is a similar party heading north?"
Osric: "Against you? I think not."
Finndo: "I thought so. What if you were to see that they were intercepted?"
Osric: "Intercepted? By what?"
Finndo: "That is the question, isn't it. I imagine they're riding with all the subtlety of this one."

Lifting Jarrod's hopes:

GM: "The southern one is the more subtle of the two of them."
Osric: "You don't say."
GM: "They say he thinks!"

And crushing Osric's hopes:

Finndo: "Please make sure he doesn't do anything rash." Amending, "-er."
Osric: "How?"
Finndo: "Diplomacy, of course."
Osric: "You're joking."
Finndo: "It's always good to stretch oneself.
Osric: "Diplomatic."
Finndo: "Would you rather stay here and deal with the large, insane one or ride south and deal with the unknown one?"

Relative uses of time:

Rob: "Finndo will use the intervening time to indulge in large, manly banter."
Lydia: "Cyrus takes the intervening time to doze on his horse."
Shai: "Sonnet takes the intervening time to be very quiet and pretend she isn't there. At all."

Finndo tries to rope in Sonnet:

Finndo: "Finndo suggests that her charms may assist his diplomatic skills."
Sonnet: "Are they similar to this lot?"
Finndo: "I have no idea but they say the one to the south *thinks*."

And so much for that:

GM: "The duke does at one point make a remark as to how all this hard riding will suit the women for their wedding night."
Finndo: "Sonnet, please accompany Osric."
Jarrod: "And don't kill them. Yet."

As for everyone else:

Deborah: We're riding off on a haring chase for no real reason on a whim to do violence to people with the same clever idea. This feels like home to her.

GM: "Lucan was gritting his teeth and screaming under his breath."

On the benefits of influence:

Deborah: "What do you tell Sybil to do?"
Sonnet: "Stay with the party."
Jarrod: "She's going to listen?"
Deborah: "It's Sonnet speaking."

On descriptions:

GM: "The party from the south is riding nearly as hard. There is a guy at the head of them, about Gundra's size, looking as fierce and nearly as dumb..."

Tallac: "Who goes?"
Osric: "It's Osric of Amber!"
Tallac: "Really?! Who might have spoken well of you then?"
Rob: Pull the other one! It's got bells on it!"
Osric: "Your emissary, Runor!"
Tallac: "Acceptable! ride on!"

Osric discovers that 'thinking' is relative:

Tallac: "You come from the direction of my brother?"
Osric: "I do."
Tallac: "What does he say for what his men have done here?"
Osric: "Likely what you would say for what your men have done there."
Tallac: "Lies!"
Osric: "Yes, but not from him."
Tallac: "Hrs. Hm. Hm! Perhaps you have been deceived."
Osric: "Oh, I doubt it."
Tallac: "Very well. We have not entered the town yet. When he arrives, we will determine who goes in first."
Osric: "Oh, I think they will."
Tallac: "THAT remains to be seen!"

Deceit is also relative:

Osric: "Try not to kill them before you've had a chance to attack, ALLRIGHT?"
Tallac: "I will kill no man without burning him!"
Osric: "Then just don't kill them, yet, hm?"
Tallac: "I will ATTEMPT to do as My Prince directs!
GM: "He's lying: *bleeert bleeert bleeert* no I won't no I won't no I won't."

On forms of resignation:

Finndo: "Benedict, you think you can take this guy?"
Benedict: "Of course!"
Finndo: "Good! You may have to!"

GM: "So you turn to face this wall of hell that is riding up to you?"
Osric: "Oh, why not."

Think 'the idiots who trampled their own foot soldiers to get to the enemy, only to be slaughtered':

Deborah: "Oh for god's sakes, it's like watching French knights debate."
Rob: "Exactly."

It's a fine day for Finndo to lose his patience again:

Gundra booms out, "Your men have done an awful thing -!"
Finndo: "SILENCE."
Osric: "Oh, shit."

The, ah, representatives, mm, represent the interests. Mostly. Sort of:

Finndo: "Brother. The Duke has brought claim that the Duke is responsible for the deaths of this village."
Tallac: "Lies!"
Osric: "Tallac."
Tallac: "They are LIES!"
Finndo: "What does the Duke say to this charge?"
Osric: "As you might have guessed, the Duke makes a similar claim."
Gundra: "LIES!"
Finndo: "I am shocked, because they are so honorable and wise!"
Osric: "I, too!"
Finndo: "Indeed, I have heard similar things about the wisdom of the Duke. And I'm sure you have heard similar things about the wisdom of the Duke."
Osric: "Quite so, brother."
Finndo: "Of course. You do not suppose that some enemy of both is seeking to drive a spike of strife between such men of honor?!"
Osric: "The Cowards!"
Finndo: "Indeed! In conversation with my brother, there does seem to be evidence of conspiracy!"
Osric: "Most foul."
Gundra: "My head is swimming with every word you say. Please... draw a conclusion."

On Uniting the Brothers Vell:

Finndo: "It is my understanding that you would be greatly offended if your brother should be the first to ride into the town."
Gundra: "Of course; that's why I intend to fight him for it."
Osric: "It is my understanding that you would be greatly offended if your brother should be the first to ride into the town."
Tallac: "Of course; that's why I intend to fight him for it."
Finndo: "I, Finndo, shall be riding into this town to give proper burial who have been slain here in such an unholy fashion."
Gundra: "I will ride into the town first!"
Tallac: "No, _I_ will!"
Rob: "Bunch-a fucking barbarians in this town."

The party searches the town for hidden undead armies (if it wasn't clear, the brothers are upset at each other about a massacre in a small town that did not burn the bodies, leaving them the opportunity to rise as, well, undead):

Cyrus: "I look around, likely hiding places, cellars... "
GM: "You find cellars, places people were hiding things they didn't want anyone to know about, money - you're fairly good at that."
Cyrus: "Right."
GM: "But you don't find any bodies, no."

GM: "You [Osric] round the woodpile; there's a tiny little girl, who looks utterly frightened."
Deborah: "Not again."
GM: "Not a roof, not a pile of laundry. No. She just runs right towards everyone else, screaming "It's him, it's him!"

Sybil hypnotizes the child (whose name is Tanna) with glamour, and Finndo interrogates her:

Finndo: "Can you tell us what happened here?"
Tanna: "They all got killed."
Finndo: "Did you see who did it?"
Tanna: "Some."
Finndo: "Did you see just one of the men who did it?"
Tanna: "I saw ... this many." She holds up a hand. (You're not sure if it's three or four.)"
Finndo: "Was one of them a pretty lady with blonde hair?"
Tanna: "Yes!"
Finndo: "Was one of them a long, skinny man, like a scarecrow?"
Tanna: "Yes! He took Mommy and Daddy."
Finndo: "Was one of them very serious?"
Tanna: "They were all very serious."
Finndo: "Was one of them as serious as a stone?"
Tanna: "Yes. That bad one." She points at Osric.
Finndo: "Then Finndo describes himself, then Cyrus."
Tanna: "No."

The consequences of Not Buying Certain Skills:

GM: "Roll your observation."
Sybil: "Poor." [That's two down from average, folks.]
GM: "You don't notice when the buildings start to ripple, and there's their army, and they cry out for vengeance and they /charge/..."

Finndo: "RIDE!"
Sybil: "Huh?"

Finndo: "Sybil!"
Sybil: "Huh?"
Finndo: "Can you create a burning?"
Sybil: "Uh - yes. Of what?"
Finndo: "Their army!"
Sybil: "What army?"
Finndo: "That army!"
Sybil "OH!"

NOW we get to 'burn the fucking town down around their ears'. (Or not, as Sybil's salamander turns on her, but never mind that):

Sybil: "Yes. How big?"
Finndo: "As big as you can control."
Cyrus: "OH shit."

Amber Prince practicality in combat:

GM: "The little girl says, 'You whispered very nicely when you killed me.'"
Osric: "I pull my sword out and chop her head off. 'Sorry, kid.'"
GM: "Her head rolls off, giggling."

Finndo has Sybil generate glamours of Benedict, who run into flame-devoured buildings, pursued by crowds of vengeful undead:

Deborah: "We develop a new tactic called 'lead the mob into the burning building'."

GM, to Finndo of Sonnet and Cyrus: "You have lost track of where these two are."
Shai: "Look for carnage."

After the battle, the party takes stock and tries to figure out root causes:

Finndo: "They chose to imitate at least some of the princes to lay the blame. They did not choose to imitate all."
Cyrus: "That may have been a limitation."
Finndo: "But we know we are dealing with someone with knowledge of binding and illusions. Someone who is willing to instigate conflict in the north. There is the very strong possibility that this was done entirely to draw us into this. And the fact that there may be an intelligent agency in the north."

Sybil: "Prince Finndo, it's worse than that. They knew to wait for _me_."
Finndo: "Or someone with your talents."
GM: "He's right. It's not clear."
Deborah: "No, because think about what that implies."
GM: "Yes." He smiles, "Please do."

Finndo explains to Sybil:

Finndo: "There is a sorcery in the north here that causes the dead to rise."
Sybil: "Oh." Unworried, "Allright."
GM: "Of course it does!"
Jarrod: "You dumbass."

On checking status:

Sonnet: "Have I done anything unpleasant to you recently?"
Finndo: "Not that I'm aware of."

On clearing one's name:

Finndo: "I am obliged to point out that if someone were to cast shadows of doubt upon my brothers, the likely culprit is me."
Osric: "Yes. Funny you should mention that."
Finndo: "But I cannot think of a motive. And if I cannot think of a motive for _me_, it is doubly baffling to think up a motive for someone _else_."

Deborah: "That was, by the way, incredibly beautiful circular logic to clear your name."
Rob: "Yes."

On keeping organized:

Finndo: "Though, again, let me add to the list of things that bother me -"
Sonnet: "Yours is as almost as longs as mine in.
Finndo: "Yes. There's the matter of those that tracked us to Fjelstad."

Sybil has a plan:

Sybil: Prince Finndo, I need a bucket."
Finndo: Yes?"
Sybil: "I am going to summon a salamander and offer it the person who bound one to eat me."
Finndo: "We're ridin' to the well."

Look, kid, I'm not sending you any more money, and you're just going to have to get used to doing your own laundry. Finndo trumps Oberon with an update:

Oberon: "It's a day of many callings."
Finndo: "It's a day of some note."

Let's get Dad good and bothered:

Oberon: "Piero has no idea what's going on; he says everything is working as it should."
Finndo: "And apparently it is."
Oberon: "WHAT?"

Finndo: "Someone is working magic to resemble our party with sufficient skill to fool not just men but beings of an elemental nature. The only person I know capable of this is in our party."
Oberon: "Did she do it?"
Finndo: "No."
Oberon: "Are you sure?"
Finndo: "If she did, then she has an ability to travel far beyond our means."

Oberon: "I take it they're all dead."
Finndo: "Yes."
Oberon: "GREAT."

Oberon: "You're as puzzled as I am."
Finndo: "Yes."
Oberon: "That's comforting."

Finndo: "That said, I was wondering if you happened to know anybody else besides Piero who is capable of this deception."
Oberon snorts.
Finndo: "Allow me to add that they have demonstrated themselves to be capable of illusion and binding magics."
Oberon: "Sure it's just one?"
Finndo: "No."
Oberon: "You don't find that kind of power concentrated."

Finndo: "Well. If a body of undead march on the city, at least you will know where they came from."
Oberon: "I'll send a card."

Oberon: "I think I'm going to go yell at Piero again."
Finndo: "That sounds like an excellent way to spend the time."

Unfortunate images of Oberon bellowing at Piero, whose fault this is not:

Deborah: "God, can you picture that call? Like an escalation between an engineer and a telco. Look, my equipment is working, my LAN is fine, my router is fine; it must be you -" "no, it's not."
Fred: "It's working as it should, no log messages, it hasn't been tweaked, it's not broken." "FIX IT!"

On NPCs leaving strong impressions on the players:

Rob: "Unfortunately, I can think of one other person who might be of use here."
Deborah: "Who?"
Rob: "Ismerelda."
Deborah: "Noooo! God, no. No! Why can't we just let the undead sack Amber instead?!"
Rob: "Well, Admittedly, the undead would have a long march ahead of them..."

Finndo is trying to be optimistic:

Finndo: "Well, we dealt with - if we're lucky, as much as a half. If not, as few as a quarter."
GM: "Given the village size - as few as a quarter."
Sonnet: "There goes my beauty sleep."

Benedict pulls Finndo aside to clarify details. What we didn't need to know:

Benedict: "Brother, find someplace private, if you would. I've got something to show you."
Rob: "I told you, Benedict, it's a perfectly good size."
GM: "Let me footnote that with an 'ew'."

The players decide to help Jarrod feel better:

GM: "He reaches for you."
Shai: "He has flowers in his other hand."
Rob: "Bad touch! Bad touch."
GM: "You know, it occurs to you that there are people that look like him, running around."
Jarrod, to GM: "You /bastard/."
GM beams.
Osric: "I take the hand."

On updating _everyone_, no matter how painful. Now here's an image:

GM: "Are you going to tell the Vells about it?"
Finndo: "Yes."
Sybil: "Oh god. That's going to take a while."

Finndo: "We have further evidence of conspiracy afoot."
Gundra: "Uh huh."
Finndo: "My brother has found the trail."
Gundra: "My men have not."
Finndo: "Tell your men to shod their shoes with iron. There is a glamour upon their trail."
Gundra: "A what."
Finndo: "It is an illusion of sorts. It is magic."
Gundra: "Uh."
Finndo: "It is bad magic. and iron breaks it."
Gundra: "Iron. I trust Iron."
Finndo: "Tell your scouts to beat the bushes with iron."

Tallac: "Are you intending to follow it?"
Finndo: "Yes."
Tallac: "Which one?"
Finndo: "I leave that in Benedict's hands; he is more capable of it. I believe we will be heading north."
Tallac: "Shall we take the southern trail or join you?"
Finndo: "I suggest the southern, provided you two should restrain your... mild... antagonism."
Tallac: "I think it's clear who the enemy is."

Finndo gives Tallac the secret word Hyperion to know them by:

Tallac: "I'm afraid the subtlety of that might escape my brother. I'll keep it to myself.

Sometimes, it's surprisingly easy to comfort a Karm servant:

Lucan: "Walking dead? Right?"
Finndo: "Yes."
Lucan: "So it's not hollow armor, Right?"
Finndo: "Yes. You can burn them."
Lucan: "Yes, and that's why. It's a simple solution, little bit stinky, but yes."

On geometry and sleeping in the bed that you've made, so to speak:

Deb: "You'll freak Sybil out if you make circles of iron."
Jarrod: "Fine. What about a square of iron?"

Sybil: "Where do you want me?"
Sonnet: "I want you to be safe."
Sybil: "Stop talking to me like my people. Where do you want me?"
Sonnet: "I want you in that sleeping bag, there."
Sybil: "I crawl into the sleeping bag; I look like the sleeping bag."

On satisfaction:

Cyrus: "I close the circle."
Deborah: "The sleeping bag is whimpering."
Cyrus: "Yay."

Sometimes, it just doesn't sound plausible:

Logan Dorr: "Bad news from the north. Go figure."
Finndo: "There may be a force heading south from the north, possibly for Amber City itself. The force itself is not so large that it should be a threat, but you will notice that they will not die when you kill them."
Logan Dorr: "NO, really, what's going on?"

Finndo: "No, really that's it. So if you see them, burn them."
Logan Dorr: "I have lots of wood."

On brotherly support:

Finndo: "And I produce the Stylish Rose which is from Benedict to his daughter."
Deborah: "You're shameless.
Logan Dorr walks off, "Charming boy."
Scott moans and covers his eyes.

On knowing when the GM has done his job:

Sonnet: "Sonnet's sleeping not that far from you. Failing to sleep, rather."

After-Session Quotes:

Folks are isolating the source of the 'doppleganger effect' to the baths in Granlibakken - remember the narcotic baths? - and Lydia writes her guess down:

Lydia: "Give me a pencil. I have one sentence for you."
Rob: "Mmm. I have one word, but that's okay."
Deborah: "I have two words, actually."

On considering the source:

GM: "I will also strive to point out that the person you were interrogating for this week was DEAD and foaming at the mouth, so take that into consideration."

On simple solutions:

Jarrod: Allright. Orbital bombardment for Granlibakken. All in favor?"
Hands go up universally around the room.

Geek Analogies:

Lydia: "See, I am static evil. Fred is dynamic evil."

Let's Share Our Feelings:

Jarrod, to Fred: "Insolent Bastard."

Fred: "I don't pull dream sequences like that on people because I'm a NICE guy."