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I am getting back into the swing of things now too. We're losing some people at work so I've had to do a lot of learning to pick up their roles. Things have settled a bit so I can start posting again.

Evret discretely takes a seat alongside the others. He feels slightly guilty being lumped in with the real heroes of the goblin battle, but not enough to correct Ameiko and turn down a free meal. He orders a dark beer and listens to the man in the blue coat telling stories of the heroes. "I...

The Prince dives gustily into the presented food. It is by far better than the trail rations and campfire fair he has been living off of lately. He feels magnanimous enough to compliment the kobolds on their feast, recognizing their primitive attempt to entertain exalted guests. "A fine spread...

"We've killed a whole horde of bandits just a day or two ago. Cleared out their whole camp. That should make things better for you. I think you can see that we're already proving to be strong enough for your needs.

"Right, of course. Some sort of trade of goods. You Sootscales are good at mining and what not, right? There's a "smoothskin" trading post nearby. We'd like organize a trade route between you and them. We are on a great quest to restore order to the wild river kingdoms and this is one of the...

The Prince sheaths his sword seeing that the shaman has been finished off and that the remaining kobolds seem to be in a celebratory mood. He listens to the translation and his ears perk up at the mention of a feast. "They know we don't eat their grubs, or entrails, or whatever else it is that...

"The Zilargo expedition team leader, Bickleford Humingus, met with Lord Fezzick the Third the first day they arrived. He suggested that we work cooperatively to search the wreckage for answers to the Mourning. The gnomes were lying though about what they were after though; it wasn't answers, it...

I say we break for lunch and discuss our options over food. My thought is that we tackle any angles in town before we head off to hunt goblins. Maybe eat, check out Shayliss's basement for tunnels, talk to the town priest about researching rituals, then see if we can rent a dog and track the...

Evret clears his throat and speaks up, "If there is a tunnel there might be an official record of it somewhere here in city hall. It could be an old storm drain, part of a sewer, or other similar purpose. Perhaps a clerk can search for mention of something like that? If it is an unofficial...

Growing impatient, Prince Liam moves into attack where he last saw the shaman. He leaves the tunnel unguarded as he swings wildly through the air. Unfortunately his wild swings fail to connect with anything substantial. Liam attack and damage (1d20+7=22, 2d6+4=11) Miss chance, low to miss...

Evret tries to hide his dismay at the news that a bounty hunter is in town. Without a good excuse to be elsewhere he is forced to follow along. He does his best to stay at the back of the group and not make eye contact with the elf. Despite the distraction of trying to stay unnoticed his mental...

Agreeing with the others, Evret follows along to notify the sheriff. "A few drinks might be just what we need after all this tromping around. Maybe it will shake some ideas free or help us remember something we missed." He claps his hands and rubs them together in anticipation, already picturing...

Evret speaks up and says,"I'm from Nybor, to the East. My father was a woodcutter. Him and mother passed away when I was young. I've worked as a laborer ever since. I came to Sandpoint to find work but may move on to Magnimar one day to see more of the world." Evret Bluff (1d20+9=22) Sense...

The Prince points to the northeast corner where he sees the blood and calls out to his companions, "There! I see blood!". He holds his position though, knowing that it is the best place to intercept the fleeing creature.

The Prince moves to put himself in the path of the tunnel leading back the way they came. He stares hard all around him with his sword partially raised. He looks for any signs of the shaman trying to sneak out. Prince Liam Perception vs shaman (1d20+5=17)

The sergeant relaxes slightly and turns a critical eye towards your party. "You're not with the Zilargo looters. Your accents aren't Brelish either. And you're pretty well geared for scavengers. Let me guess, some kind of hired mercenaries?" She shakes her head. "It's starting to get crowded...

Evret sighs with relief as the undead menace succumbs to the divine powers. He makes a note to leave a token offering at the Saranrae alter sometime soon. Following the others inside he takes in the scene while the wheels in his mind spin. He picks up the robe and checks it for pockets and for...

The Prince skids to a stop and gapes as the shaman disappears. "What was that? Where did he go?" He looks at his advisers to see if one of them can figure out the magic disappearing act.

The Prince runs after the retreating shaman with his sword sweeping an arc in front of him. He growls fiercely at the creature that would dare harm his companions. Prince Liam Greatsword round 2 (1d20+7=15, 2d6+4=14)

With a surprised cry Evrett throws himself backward in a tumbling roll trying to get out of reach of the rusty blades. Rolling nimbly back to his feet he continues to shuffle backwards as he calls to his companions, "The dead walk! They're coming!" Pulling his mace from its holster he hefts it...