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He seems pleased with your cooperation. "I'm sure martial law will soon be in effect, you'll have nothing to fear." He stands there for a second, staring you down. Eventually, he breaks the silence, "Drun, come with me, let's take a look upstairs. Grel, take care of things down here." He turns...

The guardsman and the dwarf both reach for their weapons as Gyozo repeats the question with an added note of command, "State your business, sir". "Grel, confiscate their weapons" he orders the guard as he takes off his leather gloves, dropping them on the table and flexxing his fingers.

(I wondering the same thing, I'm waiting for him to post. If he doesn't post before tomorrow night, he'll become an NPC.)

Jack: You fail to notice anything peculiar about the elf (other than the obvious). You make your bluff and Gyozo smiles to himself, smug in his "confirmed" belief that you were cheating in the same way he was. He looks at your coin dubiously, holding it in front of his face then pressing it...

The game stretches on, both you and Gyozo rolling almost nothing but 7's. You probe him about the lord and discover that there are rumors he's been speaking with someone, a mage not from the region, and that there have been a large number of strangers coming into the area as of late. He tells...

Gyozo nods his head towards the door, "That bastard is getting nothing more than he deserved. We saved his sister's life, and he's lying through his teeth." He notices your expression then laughs, "but don't be so tense, he's only getting his left hand worked over. We aren't monsters." He...

Gyozo shrugs, "Whoever takes this land next I suppose. Used to be 50 years ago that you couldn't just buy a lordship, but I guess the crown is desperate for money. Probably another fool who's even wealthier and less competant than this one was. Heh, maybe I'll be a lord someday." Drunnis...

Argh, you beat me to it.

The elf seems to be the spokesperson for the group, though he doesn't look at all like the immaculate, regal elves who rule Alancia. His ears are pointed and he is smooth-skinned, but his hair is unkempt, and he has a short beard growing on his lower lip. Under his tabard, he is wearing a thick...

"Bah, hold on a second", the owner says to them as he turns to you irately. "Can't you see we're not a bar anymore?" He grabs a mug from under the counter and holds it under the tap of one of the barrels sitting behind him. Nothing comes out as he pulls the release. "The taps ran dry months ago...

The place looks rather cozy. It is well-lit with several glass windows set into the walls, no wooden beams jutting across the room for a person to hit their head on, and the place has no terrible odors to speak of. To your left, there is a counter, which the owner is standing behind, talking...

As you are walking into town, you notice a group of men making their way through on horseback. Their party is comprised of 5 men, including a dwarf and an elf. The elf appears to be unarmed, though the others are armored in mail, with various weapons strapped to their backs. They are all clad in...

It would be interresting to DM a party made up of 1 human, 2 gnomes and a halfling =P You could travel around pretending to be 2 humans, taking enemies off-guard by ambushing them with superior numbers.

That must have been one wierd comic book. I can just imagine the protagonist shouting "How did you know that being smoked alive in a giant water pipe was my one weakness! DAMN YOU EMPEROR ZOMBIE!"

I don't own the book but looking at the preview I don't see anything wrong with it. Though there is one thing you should know if you're going to be manipulating souls. The dogma of most necromantic orders (such as the cult of Nerull) is that there is no afterlife. Souls do not continue to...

Gar waves his hand in dismissal at Daniel, "Nah, you go without us. Me and Ron are going to stay behind for a little bit and enjoy our drinks. We'll be waiting by the old man's house the rest of the day. Meet us there any time before sundown if you want in on the fun."

[I assume you meant the bar, not the inn, as you said you'd take him up on his offer. Quickly rewriting my post upon rereading yours.] You make your way down the street to the tavern and tie your pony up to the post there before you step in. It's a damp, dark building, with the odor of alcohol...

"Eh, I guess you're right. Forgive me if I'm a little wary of anyone carrying weapons." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he talks. "If you were heading anywhere, you won't be able to cross the river until tomorrow. The local lord and his guards were robbed and killed, and...

There are several buildings of interest near the center of the town... There's the town hall, a large white-painted wooden building with a clocktower at the northern end (the arms of the clock are rusted and don't appear to be moving). There is a small brick fort, which appears to double as...

Ron gets up and walks over, sitting across from Gar at the table. Gar lets out a loud laugh upon hearing your plan, before looking around and quieting down again. "Yeah, that won't be a good idea. Betcha were thinking that with Old Oswell out of the way the place would be empty. It might work...