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Despite the hulking, noisy monstrosity Ches affectionately refers to as Surgeon being about as loud as a Gnomish Wedding, Ches tries to be stealthy in her robes. The brush of the forest does not make it easy, but she slogs on. I am going to invest in some quality leather. Robes may cut a...

Sine Threed is a tall Duros with sickly gray skin, and dark red eyes gleaming out from beneath a wide-brimmed hat. He wears a full length robe, somewhat loose, but never in his way, which covers him from wrist to ankle. His hands are almost always gloved, but when you have seen him without them...

Waking up with a terrible migraine and sore back, Ches blearily lights a cigarette and joins Falk downstairs at the bar. Seeing that the best she is likely to get is orc piss ale, she abstains from ordering a drink, instead deciding to pull out her water flask and travel rations. "Who do I have...

Contemplating her lot in life, Ches places her face firmly into her palm. In a muffled tone she says, "The goal is to be unknown when we do this, not to blithely walk up and say 'Oh how do you do? We just happened upon this prisoner. Can we see your boss?' like we're thicker than mud. And stop...

Something tells me they are going to talk about the giant stone man that wants to join their order. Not to mention the grumpy dwarf, skulking elf, and horned girl. We'll blend right in.

With a spell, Ches grooms herself back to her normal unruffled perfection. The casting seems to settle her nerves and bring her back to the present. Now firmly in control of herself again, Ches glances at the map. Hmming to herself from time to time, she pulls out her journal and begins writing...

Tears streaming down her face, Ches whips her head up, her hair slopping mud along Surge's legs. Finding nothing changed, the tears burst forth anew, the sight of this world is almost too much for her. Damn this filthy, piss-washed hamlet and these filthy, piss-washed orcs. Still dejected, Ches...

Before slipping under, Ches blinks awake, looking up at Surgeon, "Ow." Her eyes focus on Bledso, drawn like iron fillings to a lodestone, "That your best shot, pig?! I am not dying in this piss-hole, festering," Ches continues to shout obscenities at the town, Bledso, Bledso's maternal...

Finally pulling the arrow out of her arm, Ches leans over toward Falkrunn and whispers, "I think Carsys has a crush on his skull. Maybe you should leave them alone for a while," she frowns at bit, then looks directly at Bledso, hefting the spent arrow with fires dancing in her eyes, "Do that again."

I removed all my angry posts, spoke to Larry and apologized. Game on gents. I'm still in. And Jack, I didn't mean to be a dick to you either. Sorry, mate.

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No, yeah. Cast the heal on the guy with no damage. Not the one who just took 40% of their HP in one hit. Great plan. Ches attempts to ignore the arrow in her shoulder, checking briefly to make sure Mr. Mittens is unharmed. Calling on her infernal heritage she channels fire into the soul of the...

"Seems fairly simple, so I assume there is a catch. He's actually one of the gods in disguise, yes? No. I suspect he's just some trumped up idiot. Like everyone else. Sure, we will slip our heads into the hangman's noose once more. I believe that is eight for me, and seven for everyone else. But...

Judging the situation to be taking a turn for the worse, and not wanting to endanger her chances at getting out of this terrible boil on the ass of civilization, it feels like just the time to intervene. Pulling out a delicate comb, Ches begins to brush her long hair. The move is calculated...

Ches is as successful at hiding her disgust as these "patrons" are at bathing and proper hygiene. With noticeable contempt, she says,"Frankly, I'm surprised these savages haven't wiped themselves out yet. I wish I could burn this place to the dirt, then burn the dirt." She pushes the swill...

Ches watches the strange human out of the corners of her eyes as he talks to her companions. She tries to place him in any of the number of local histories she has recently read. While these backwater yokels can't agree on who had the fattest hog last harvest, they can usually agree about men...

Nice horse. You'll take the arrows for me, won't you?

Whoops. D5 should be D12. My burst is a zone, lasting until end of encounter. Enemies entering or ending turns inside it take 5 fire. Maximum of once per turn.

I'm certain this Hatchet... thing... lost his marbles along with his hand. Perhaps we should do the charitable thing after all. I'll pull him out of the fire... so to speak. Ches' eyes glow brighter than usual as she... Standard: Cast Fountain of Flame centered on Hatchet. Area Burst 1...