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Velendo has reached 17th level, allowing him to spoof wizard spells by using miracle. One of the spells he wishes to cast requires him to possess an extremely expensive statuette of himself. With his reputation as a living saint, he's much too embarrassed to commission it himself, so he pays a low profile visit to the office of his Eversinkian temple's treasurer.

"How can I help ye, your holiness?" asks the man. His beard waggles as he bows his head.

Velendo looks embarrassed. "Look, don't let this get around. I need... it's not for me, you see. It's for a spell component."

"What is, yer holiness?" asks the treasurer patiently.

"Well, I need a small, jeweled statuette of myself. An expensive one, and it's got to be beautifully crafted. Do you mind having one made up?"

The temple treasurer nods his head. "Sure, your holiness. Which one do you want?" He unlocks a safe, pulls out a shelf, and there before Velendo's eyes are a row of small statuettes, crafted from gemstones and alabaster. All have his shield, and one of them shows him lugging about a large semi-precious rock. "We have five."

"Five?!?" Velendo sputters. "Why could you possibly have five?"

The treasurer shrugs. "Oh, people buy 'em. They think they're lucky. We give them to folks, blessed, for massive donations or for favors rendered." He fixes Velendo with a gimlet eye. "They're very popular amongst the Greater Houses. Apparently you're a status symbol."

Velendo rolls his eyes. "I'm a... oh, for crying out loud. Give me one of those."

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Nolin, singing his song "The Day Delioch Decreed," written about the time that Velendo was made a proxy: "Then I failed my save. Now I'm a believer!"

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When the powerful psionic shadow had the Defenders strength-drained and helpless, it communicated with them telepathically.

Shadow: "3+9=12!"

Galthia, as the mass heal goes off: "No. 1-1=0."

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Mara, attempting to turn shadows: "Be gone, you nasty shadows!" (looking around) "What? I hate shadows!"

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Upon investigating the loot of the Dockside Royals, the group found one chest with a strange, exotic arachnid time-sealed in psionic quintessence.

"Remind me again. Why exactly do we want to open a chest that is full of large spider?"

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Blackjack: " . . . thanks to our ineffable DM." Piratecat: "What do you mean, ineffable?" Blackjack: "I think he's ineffable because I frequently want to say, "Hey Kevin! F you!"