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Hearing the shouts from the crowd and Solon, Galinndan lowers his wand slowly and with it the ghost-like hand holding the piece of scrap metal. He sees the crowd rushing towards the dig site and quickly follows suit.

Is the fire now out (or close enough to safely move to the next area) in the main square where Galinndan poured water on the fire?

Thanks Ozymandias. That is great. I just tried it out. I will use it from now on. This is a test to see if the I copied and pasted the right code 1d20=11

Galinndan looks for a moment at the arc of water which is slowly putting out some of the flames. He strokes his chin slowly while deep in thought and says aloud, "There must be a way we can divert this flow of liquid to the other parts of the square. Possibly some piping or a large movable...

I made it by the skin of my teeth. Rolled 5 + (+7 for Nature, or +11 for History) = 12 or 16. [/

Galinndan begins the inspect the fountain to try and identify the source of the problem. He can't seem to get a good look from the ground, so he stands on the edge of the fountain and leans in towards the gaping mouth of the fish. He runs his hands around the inside of the mouth, then suddenly...

While looking around for a way to be helpful in the situation, Galinndan notices Callen staring at the waterless fountain. He scurries over to Callen and asks, "Do you think you can fix it? Can I be of any help? I am a bit of a scholar.... maybe if we both put our heads together we can figure...

Seeing that there are already a good number of hands on the brigade Galinndan steps out of line briefly to look for a water tower or anything else that will help. Galinndan rolls a 9 + 1 for perception gives a whopping 10 which doesn't cut it. Unfortunately, with the commotion and smoke...

As he continues to help with the brigade, Galinndan surveys the surroundings and buildings for anything which could be potentially useful for controlling or extinguishing the flames. OOC: Would it be possible for the DM to provide some details of the sights and surroundings?

"I too am not of much help here. Unfortunately, my powers allow me to be more of a fire starter than a fire fighter."

Galinndan rushes out of the tavern and sees the town is ablaze. He quickly joins the bucket brigade and shouts, "Someone move the boats away from the docks quickly before the fire spreads while we try and put out the fire!" As Galinndan heaves buckets to the next in line he looks around to...

Just as Galinndan was about to leave is position at the bar and join Solitaire and Solon he is stopped by the commotion caused by the halfling. He watches as Solitaire heads through the door, then jumps to his feet and runs out the door of the Hanged Man to join the others.

"Neither love nor money has brought me here before you. I mean, I am all for pocketing a few coins here and there, but what I really seek is to further my knowledge of the mystical ways while creating tales of battles and beasts to share as I travel through new towns along the way. As a boy I...

After listening to the bar room chatter for a while Galinndan notices that his ale has become a bit tepid. He gestures at the glass and frost begins to form on the sides. He then slightly raises his hand and the pint rises from the table, glides slowly through the air and rests in his open...

"I agree with Solitaire that there are certainly the makings of a fine group of adventurers.... now all we are missing is the adventure." Galinndan, sits back on his stool, drinks from his pint, and sighs. __________________ My L4W Character: Galinndan, L1 Eladrin Wizard (Approved)

Galinndan nods looks at Solitaire smiles and gestures for her to sit at the stool next to him. "Please, sit, I would welcome the company and conversation. I take it that you too are a student of the arcane arts, no? What brings you to this place?"

Another newcomer.... The door swings open once again and in walks an average sized young fellow of Eladrin decent. He wears a forest green shirt with brown trousers. His left hand carries a pack low to the ground, the top corner of a spellbook peaks out from the opening. His right hand is...