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Old Zef Jozef Van Der Nagel “Old Zef” Height 4’ 8”; Weight 150# ; Hair: Bald pate with grey fringe, grey beard. ; Age 199; Patron Deity: Sex: Male Race: Aannaarden Dwarf Class: Wizard 4 Alignment: Neutral Size: Medium Type: Humanoid Init +1; Passive Wisdom (Perception) 15...

Why, in my head of course! Actually Quickleaf (almost shortened that to Quickie and decided not to ;) ) has asked for that info several times. Somehow I have forgotten to post him in the RG. I will fix that now.

Since Viridian said he would support Thorn, Denir would have waited for him to reach Thorn yes Init Roll(1d20)+5: 8,+5 Total:13

Denir nods in response to the update. He draws his sword and steps up onto the plain. He knew that he could draw out the gargoyles to let the others get a better shot at them.

Ok, and what situation is that? What are we ready for? Should I just read the sblocks?

Casca sidles up to Lola and whispers "The enemy of our enemy is our friend yes? Looks like we need to have a chat with the captain there. Not sure how we get to him though"

Denir takes a moment and touches his sword to his armor while muttering a few words. He then climbs up after the group, taking the last position to help anyone falling behind. Casting Effortless Armor

Casca gives a wry smile as he chokes down the urge to choke the man "Peace to you too brother" he calls after him. Casca watches the procession pass the gate and sees Lola follow them in. Casca takes a surreptitious glance around before following both in.

I concur. Boros was a great character and he and you will be missed. I hope life settles for you soon (I know all too well how that happens)

Casca nudged the person on his right "Oi, whats with the parade?" he asked

Denir has his arms crossed as he watches the small creature come down with Thorn. He watches as it speaks with the group. This.... thing, barely was taller than his knee. Yet he had seen dire wolves bring down a mammoth working as a pack. So should this green creature prove honorable, and it had...

Just outside. Luring Kynee into the ward.

Thorir embraced his brother warmly back, his face radiant even as his thoughts were dimmed by confusion, suspicion, and doubt. He took his place at the table and raised his glass to Einar and cut his food, but made only a pretense of drinking and eating. Thorir was all smiles and attention...

I think that an easy method of intergration would be yes a prior association with Fergus, both as a witch and perhaps as a blue stripe. But maybe the curse drew him here. Some dream or legend gave Ferd a clue that a cure to the Black Sun curse could be found in special herbs that only grow in...

Fergus watches as Kyness slips back into the fog. He grins at her retort, knowing it was said out of fear. Fergus followed after Kynee, his sword at the ready as a stone reared up out of the fog he realized he was in the middle of the stone circle. Grinning he stopped made a complex symbol with...