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Well, after a few weeks of being busy and periodically unable to get on the internet I'm now back to business as usual (touch wood). So any time this game gets running again I'll be on board.

Caelbryn will try to climb up to the catwalk on the other side of the Mayor to where his allies are, if there seems to be a feasible route. From there he will draw his sword and close in, positioning himself for a sneak attack if the Mayor cannot be persuaded to surrender.

Okay, cool. :) I hesitate to jump right back in, since Sunday is seeming like it might be a bit dodgy for my access. From Monday onwards, though, I should be able to post regularly (touch wood - I think that's the third time I've said that now) so until then I'd appreciate it if you'd run...

Okay, it seems as if my absence is causing real problems, so perhaps I should pull out. First, though, an explanation: I definitely do want to be a part of this, and it was no lack of interest or commitment that has caused my posting to be sporadic recently. First my computer had problems, and...

Llyr Medium Humanoid (Male Human) Fighter 3 HD 3d10 +3 (33 HP) Initiative + 2 Speed 30ft AC 15 (Hide Armour) (16 with dodge, 19 against movement AoOs, 20 if both) Base Attack/ Grapple: +3/+7 Attack:Masterwork Longsword +9 melee (1d8+4, 19-20/x2) Space/ Reach: 5ft/5ft Special Attacks: Improved...

Hey, sorry I've been away so long. Do I still have a place here? On the offchance that I do, my character should be up within an hour or so. Would you be cool with the idea of a curse rather than a gaesa? It would have the same effect, but rather than being a prophecy it would be a curse...

OOC: Bloody typical. The moment I get some free time and therefore declare that I'll be posting regularly, my internet connection commits suicide. Posting will be somewhat erratic for the next week or so, but nothing like as bad as the week's absence I've just had. Sorry folks. Cautiously...

Okay, I think I'm gonna go with a straight fighter. I should have him up, with a background, by later tongiht or maybe tomorrow morning.

Well, count me in then I guess. Since the Bard position has been taken now, I guess I'll have to rethink... I don't really know what I could take, though. It seems like we have a very well-rounded party already so I suppose that gives me free license. I'll have to think about it and get back toy...

Wow, I definitely want in on this. It looks great. I realise, however, that I have just jumped on a thread that was probably mainly intended for those people involved in the decision making process in your 'which setting would make you drewl' thread. As such, I'll defer to any of those posters...

"Well, this is becoming interesting. It seems to me that we need as many scouts as possible, and though I may not be used to the terrain I am sure I can turn my hand to it without too much trouble." Caelbryn joins Sielwoodan in scouting out the area ahead of the group.

Looking rather tired and irritated, Caelbryn sits on a tree stump and swats ineffectively at the mosquitoes swarming around him. "Well, at least we don't have to climb that hill. I'm sure we can have a wonderful time sitting around here, and it will give us more opportunity to... eh... study the...

Having no particular reason to go inside, Caelbryn lounges against a tree outside the hut and whistles a tune whilst trimming his fingernails with the tip of his short sword. It's rather too big, and as such the process consists mainly of attempting to keep the blade steady whilst scraping the...

Caelbryn raises his eyebrow and smiles slightly at the familiarity. "Hmmm... the last time anybody referred to me in those terms I believe... yes, I believe she was trying to convince her father not to have me killed. She succeeded, incidentally. Not easy, mind you. It's amazing how sensitive...

Satisfied with his winnings, Caelbryn orders a mug of 'Old Enoch's Trouser Lifter', as he considers it to be the most interesting-sounding of all the available drinks, and then makes his way over to the elf's table. "Good evening to you! Calenthang, wasn't it? Or was it? I'm afraid I'm not...

OOC: Am I right in thinking that this game has no rules about minimum bet in relation to the bets before yours? So it's pointless to bet more than the average? I'll assume that's correct. Seeing the nature of the game, Caelbryn decides to keep the wagers small for now and get someone to play...

Considering his information-gathering activities to have been satisfactorily successful, Caelbryn reverts to type. "And why not? I'll warrant no man here'll want to take a bet with me by the time an hour's up." He glances at the change on the floor to surmise what the average bet has been and...

Taking his leave of the others, Caelbryn will head straight to the inn in the hopes that somebody will have useful information about the town's goings-on - at least, that is the reason he'll give if anybody asks him. On arriving, he will buy some drinks, make some friends, and make casual...

Hey, sorry I haven't been able to post for a few days. Computer troubles... :o Anyway, I'll go check the IC thread now.

Caelbryn glances up at Calenthang with a wink. "My sword? Nah, shouldn't think so. I certainly hope not, anyway. I try not to get involved in such issues... Hey! Look! I did it!"