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"Ouch!," Fierro exclaims as he is bombarded by a volley of crossbow bolts, "That enough." "¡Sucia gallina!," he rumbles, turning and glaring at the sharpshooter who hurt him most, "I teach you sit back and shoot at a real luchador!." Disregarding the puny goblin before him, the costumed...

H.M.Gimlord - Nice tokens. Familiar's name is Tristram. He's at the bottom of Mab's combat statblock.

"Greebles in boats? I don't think so Draglin dearie. Ooh, I do hate combat on the water," says Mab, recalling earlier encounters involving potential drowning. "Keeyah!," she shouts, throwing a knife with a trick flick of her wrist, sending it flying on an erratic path that threatens to hit at...

"Hmm... they no stop. Guess they never heard of beetle wrestling either." "Last warning hermanitos!," the bugbear steadily advancing toward the frontlines. Sorry for the delay in posting. My work situation is changing, and I'll probably be slow for the next couple of weeks. If I'm holding up...

As Auntie Mab toddles up the gangplank, a brown rat thrashes furiously in her hand, trying to get away while staring at the ship in sheer terror. "Oh come now Tristram!," the old woman admonishes. "A bit of seasickness is nothing to put up such a fuss about. And, it's not like we're haring off...

"Well, come along Tristram. That's our cue," Mab says, setting down her tea cup and scooping up her rat. She ambles out of the tavern following Dante and Max.

"More goblins!," Fierro observes, as the party draws close to the greenish light. "Maybe these ones is beetle wrestling fans. I go find out." The armor clad bugbear clanks out into the open, drawing ample attention to himself and giving other party members an opportunity to duck out of the...

"You no worry puny Daunton people! Fierro never meets giant bug, or... um... ghostie he cannot squash. I go in front and protect you from savage goblins and, um, magic ladies. As long as you take Fierro back in your boat, yes? ¡Vamanos!," declares the masked bugbear, taking his position at the...

Fretting over her financial woes and lost in thought, Auntie Mab hadn't even noticed the young constable's entry. Fortunately for his mistress though, Tristram was paying better attention. *Skreep!,* says the brown rat, tugging on the old woman's sleeve and motioning toward the young man with a...

Between Sharpe's outbursts and the hubbub over Prime's inner workings and dispositions, Mab can tell she's not likely to drum up much interest in cartomancy and palmistry with this crowd. Her hopeful smile turns a bit crestfallen, and she shuffles over the bar to order an iced tea and a bourbon...

"Hmm, yes," Auntie Mab says unenthusiastically, noting the dragon's lack of a coinpurse, "I'm afraid that won't be possible dearie. You see the mystical art of palmistry requires that the supplicant be conscious during the reading. And I'm not feeling too well disposed toward dragons today...

Crashing out of the forest to check the results of his stone throwing handiwork comes the most oddly dressed bugbear you've ever seen. He wears a heavy set of scale armor, covered in spikes at the shoulders; a truly massive pear of iron gauntlets, similarly studded; and over it all, what can...

An old woman bumbles into the tavern, apparently in mid-sentence, talking to a drowsy-looking brown rat perched on her shoulder. "..why you've been so sleepy lately Tristram. It's almost like the adventuring life-style doesn't agree with you. But, you'll just have to wake up! We're short on...

"Oh yes dearie," Mab says breezily to Devinihm. "The sight can be both a blessing and a curse. Always protecting the unwitting from the foul cousins of the faeriefolk. But, you know, great power-great responsibility and all that. Such is the life of a fey-touched seer." Mab is all approved and...

Auntie Mab is in the same adventure and also needs 2 approvals before receiving the final XP awards.

"Why thank you dearie," says Mab. "Happy we could be of service. Do stop by whenever you're in Daunton, and don't hesitate to call upon Auntie Mab if you find yourself plagued by impossible decisions and needing to peer through the veils of destiny." Luinnar - Mab could use an approval. She...

"Mmmhmmm, it's like I told you dearie," Mab says, building upon Devinihm's explanation, "it was greebles that did the stealing. The great beast was breeding his own private greeble army to go loot and pillage, while he cowered down in the caves below your dungeon." "We found the treasures he...

"Is Rana!," Auntie Mab cries, finishing Draglin's sentence. "Stay your hand traitor!," she warns, hand moving to her cloak pocket where her knives are stashed, "Or do you also wish to experience the arcane fury that led to your scaly master, Vlassick's undoing?!" And to the lord she adds...

"Oh my! Do be more careful Draglin dearie. It just wouldn't do to slay a dragon only to be run through with a rusty old spear. And watch your step dearie! There's the pit trap, remember?," Mab chides the dragonborn, keeping a careful lookout for traps on the way back to the surface. Perception...

"Yes, though I'm not sure it will make the loveliest decoration dearie," Mab says to Max, eying the partially mutilated trophy, "but good riddance to it nonetheless, the cowardly brute. We may also want to put a word in with Sir Lee about that Rana fellow, as he seems to have been up to no good...