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Aril

The Crooked Sword At the Table ((Those Listening In)) The dwarf looks around the table and beyond, "Well, I got a job as needs doin'." his voice carries above the average rumble, an open invitation perhaps. "A few bodies to find a Spellslinger. In return, Jinx," he lights his tobacco pipe with a...

Heads up I will be away from computers for the next few days, If I do make a post or response then I am back.

Aril

The group is now separated into two sections, everyone is in the crooked sword. Mr. Black and Bimble have yet to approach the dwarf everyone else is at the table with the dwarf with the post up. Sorry I didn't see these messages yet but it should be stated clearly now. Wawaate you are the...

The Crooked Sword At the table The approach of Aril and Luke is met not with alarm. The dwarf unmistakably Slavic in tone looks up from his ledger with a knowing glint in his eye. A cutter could tell at a glance this wasn’t some clueless prime; this was a blood who knew the dark of Sigil. “By...

Outside the Crooked Sword Bimble Following the directions the illitihid gave, you can see the desperation of this place. Thugs and strumpets litter the corners and alleyways, people and things of all species walk around. Djinn, Demons, Angels, Fiends, and offspring in all matter of combination...

The Crooked Sword Mr. Black Your distraction is seemingly flawless in execution, applying new found lingo to aid in the swiping of the coin purse. You continue the concentration on your spell knowing that when it is interacted with there is a chance that the item will be found to be an...

@InVinoVeritas My bad if the language was a little artistic I was referring to the alleyways of the vigil as veins of main road branching through like the cardiology of the city, sigil alleys do reproduce in a strange way in the cannon. Some of the areas can give birth to new sections of sigil...

Wawaate The orphan girl led you off the main way and into the Hive’s tangled veins, slipping through alleyways with the surety of a ranger moving through familiar wilds. She knew where to step, when to pause, when to let a pair of passing cutters drift by without ever meeting their eyes. You...

Bimble "I am an Illithid, here there isn't an elder brain to make me part of the hive-mind. So I am much the same as I was before the transformation." The mindflayer seems to be interested enough in you and may also be reading your mind simultaneously "Well, it's doubtful that a deity could do...

The Crooked Sword Mr. Black You push through the Crooked Sword’s door and the stink hits first, cheap ale, wet wool, and old smoke baked into the timbers. The place leans inward, walls bowed like they’re listening. Your coin purse lies in plain sight on the bar. Jane’s handiwork makes it...

Aril The mud mephit appreciates the spell cast over her container, and the food in the Doss house, as you would call it in mystara, wasn't the worse around. At least it wasn't a flophouse. The leaky rafters far surpass the ones claimed in the leaky tenement. Stepping back into the streets was...

If that is what you want to do then that is fine, As for rolls neurotic I can have you roll stuff that is important to a scene. Combat will be Surprise round, Player round, then enemy round.