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(Continued from The Fellowship of the White Dove.) Once all are assembled, the knight leads you downstairs, pushing through the tables of now-thinning games, looking over the heads of the now less than glamorous. "Right outside," he says, smiling. It's true, you realize slowly: There is...

Sparky: :) Anyway, it looks as though Tonguez has dropped from the game... I think it's been around three months since his last post, and I think it's safe to call that a drop. Now, Lu Wei Fong and Mithreander both have their reserved place in line -- problem is, email's been disabled by...

Telsar: There's nothing pressing Alev needs to do, and since Gwyn's been inactive for a while as well, may as well just hang back until the others return to camp (or something awful happens at camp.) I'll keep active here in the OOC thread, so's to be ready to get back to business once the time...

You'll get your XP and artifacts and all that, don't worry. But first somebody better come up with a good title for the next chapter, so we can start a new thread before the mods get angry. :) And yes, I'm back on-line. And no, I don't have a pic. :D

Sturm picks up a +1 scythe from the stores, naturally (he takes a look at the mithral shirt, but deems them "unnergarments fer pointy nightwenches"). Urgan's cloak he greets with gratitude and excitement that would seem sarcastic from any other source. ("O! Red slashie, like fer puttin' 'cross a...

Wow, it's been a while, especially in a game as fast as this. So: I finally have internet access to spend on gaming, again. Of course, I've also fallen amazingly far behind in this game. Alev has, I have no doubt, been written off. Possibly replaced (although is there even a limited roster for...

Hiritus: "My family line is actually long in Pelor -- a rare thing, strangely enough. By tradition, second sons are raised among the cloth, although only second sons of second sons are raised to be clergy proper," he says, nodding to indicate Fendric. "The rest of us have been scholars...

(Okay, strictly OOC update -- posted here rather than the OOC thread, to increase visibility -- as one is much needed. First, apologies again about the lack of posts, but I'm working with limited time in the library, and that time has been better spent on other things like looking for a job, and...

Weapons and pouches are all in their right order; Hiritus waves off the thought of following the man, but remains eagle-eyed behind the party. (Note, still no reliable internet access, but I'm ready to move on to the next morning if you are. It'll just be slow posting for a while.)

Mr. Shifty seems to notice Hiritus and Oliver's attention, and shortly grabs his belongings, drops some coin on the table, and makes his way downstairs. Oliver notices, no doubt, that his gaze stays with your group. "Shavah's words got me on guard," Hiritus comments, leaning in toward Oliver...

Sturm sits back after the battle, refusing any healing: "Wounds jus' don' scar proper if'n ye throw magic in 'em." He looks around, curious. "Ain' this place s'pose'n be haunted 's well? I'll be frothin' disappointed if'n we don' see no ghosts 'fore we've left." (Still have extremely limited...

The night at the bar drags on... Shavah takes to asking passerbys, ever more accusatorily, if they are or ever have been members of the Cult of Hextor, while Hiritus seems distracted with someone across the room. (Mainly just popping in to say I'm still alive, just have limited internet access...

Alev would like to get out of town as well -- this one's been used up, as far as he's concerned. (Popping in quickly to say yes, I am still alive and following the game when I can -- just don't have a very permanent living situation or reliable internet access at the moment.)

Somehow finding the lung capacity to yell yet louder, Sturm charges the one cloaker in striking distance (I assume that's not the one that's engulfed the other dwarf, or is it?), holding back his scythe until the last moment, and then snapping it out in one wide, quick slash at the beast...

"Oh, and I should mention we offered the dwarf a cut," Alev says, once the real argument is over. "It's spread so thin, I was sure it wouldn't be missed. But you can contest it. I would love to see us come to blows," he says, to no one in particular. Quietly, he trots over to the fallen archon...

Hiritus does take one drink with Raven -- one, he insists, and holds true to -- while Shavah seems eager, quite eager to keep pace with the warriors. She is quiet and of good humor, though as the night wears on her laughter takes on an ever more vicious tone... Oliver takes over once Niccolo...

Ghant's a bit surprised, confused even, but silently grabs his coach anyway, speeding off into the night. "No surprises tonight," Hiritus remarks. "I don't drink to excess." Shavah, still fuming, trots quietly over to Raven, giving him a hard jab in the shoulder. "I'll keep up with you," she...

"We killed some other people too, you know," Alev says, tilting his neck sickeningly. "Not that it makes a difference." He will then proceed to search the archon's body, blemished probably beyond repair at this point, and a tragedy in that. (OOC: I'll still be off-and-on for a few more weeks...

"It just seems like we're following blindly," Hiritus says, softly. "But no, his heart is not evil." Meanwhile, Ghant waves for you all to cram into the carriage, trying to answer Fendric's question erstwhile. "As I understand it, the Heironean war-clergy who'd been enlisted to protect the...

Sturm rushes off as well, outpacing most of the others and not looking back; every second may make the difference between life and death for the guardsmen, but more importantly, it might make a difference for the beast, and he wanted to get one more good swing at the thing... The volume of the...