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"Well," Darv admits, brightening a little, "There is that. And I've little experience, practical or otherwise with Elemental Spirits. Giants, though...giants I know, inside and out. Not first hand, but I've made a special study of them and their weaknesses."

"Well," Darv says wearily, "It's been an interesting trip thus far, that's for certain." He removes his spectacles and rubs his eyes for a moment. "I...ah...well. I owe you all my apologies, I think. I'd never been in a melee like that before, and my performance was...well. Less than...

An idea that I had recently.... Gnolls are what happens when a hyena consumes the flesh, and along with it the soul, of a living human. Over a period of several days they change, gaining sapience and learning to walk upright. They can speak instinctively in whatever language their victim...

Original post moved to the other thread.... It occurs to me that a conflation of Kobolds with naked mole rats could be really effective. No, no...bear with me! Take this: ...and make it a 3' tall humanoid. Imagine being surrounded by dozens of these things, in narrow twisting passages...

"No telling," Darv says wearily, as he casts another Repair spell upon Dreadnaught, "Though I shan't be surprised if there was." Use the remainder of Darv's repair spells, and healing spells if needed, to bring Dreadnaught up to full strength.

Stumbling a little, Darv hurries over to Dreadnaught. "Let me help," he gasps out. "You seem to be somewhat injured...." Move to E19, cast Repair Critical Damage on Dreadnaught, for 23 points.

"Enough!" Face pale, eyes wide and staring, Darv stumbles backwards and looks about wildly before his gaze settles on one of the remaining elementals. "Enough, I say! Burn, you...you...you damned vortex!" And once more, he throws his hands high and calls down holy fire. 5' step back to G20...

His hands shaking, Darv makes another series of gestures, as time around him seems to stretch and slow.... Cast Mass Snake's Swiftness, on the defensive if neccessary, giving allies within 20' of Darv an immediate melee or ranged attack on his turn. Concentration check: 14. So if he needed...

With a cry of dismay, Darv stumbles away from the swirling form of the elemental. "Very well, then!" he screams out, rather shrilly, "Face my wrath, you gaseous monstrosity!" Chanting fiercely, he raises his hands over his head, and then brings them sharply down as he mutters the last...

"...or was it with the direction of spin? Damn and blast it. I suppose it doesn't much matter now, though." Head ducked, he makes his way across the deck to stand by Morph. "The gods," he declares at the top of his lungs, "Are with us!" Clasping his hands together he bows his head and...

Darv will be supporting, as best he can. He's not as mobile as usual, so he's likely not going to be able to do as much healing as he normally will, but he can cast Blessed Aim, Bless, and so forth. Dark Knowledge *should* have helped, but alas....

Jumped the gun, eh? Well, my move for the turn is posted, then.

"My goodness!" Darv exclaims as he reaches the deck. "This won't do at all...." His eyes glaze over for a moment as he considers, and then light up again as he bellows across the ship. "Strike against the direction of spin! It shall disrupt their matrix, and destabilize them somewhat!"...

On ship-board? Probably just a simple tunic and pants. And while it would be smart to get more of his gear on, I think that Darv isn't quite sophisticated enough to think that way yet. Hence, just grabbing the glasses. At least his spells are still prepared, except for Longstrider -- so...

"What in the heavens?" Darv falls out of his bunk, blinking in confusion. "Such noise...I suppose I should investigate, hey?" After fumbling for his spectacles, he seizes them and pushes them on, blinking with confusion. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he mumbles. Initiative is 17. Grab his...

"Fortunately," Darv murmurs as he looks over the ship, "I do not require a great deal of room. But," he adds, brightening, "Surely there is no finer way to travel!"

"To the market, then?" G'sharn grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck. "Will you folk need camels, or mounts of some sort? I have no need for such things myself, but you'll need to keep up with me."

Darv raises an eyebrow. "My legs may be short," he objects, "But I can walk as speedily as the next man. Or run, should matters come to that, which I am certain that they shan't."

Darv clears his throat, a little tentatively. "And for my part, I would like to pen a monograph that records the details of our -- no doubt fully successful, considering the look of my new companions -- endeavor. Or are these matters to be kept secret? If so, I can certainly change whatever...

We'll be waving at you from back --------------------------------------------> here.