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Ibram walks slowly along with Rocco out of the tavern. He lingers behind everyone else to wait for the mysterious cloaked stranger to catch up. Ibram has yet to see what his face looks like beneath the hood. "Rockslide, ye know me too well it seems. Or perhaps I'm just that predictable? Aye...

Ibram notices one group in particular. Amongst them a certain unease and offsetting lack of life unlike any he has felt before. It is almost just a blank spot in all the enthusiasm that surrounds it. After careful study he knows the source of his discomfort, a cloaked figure dressed in plate...

The door to the Hanged Man opens almost imperceptibly and closes again just as unnoticed. In front of the door stands Ibram, a stout fellow with short cropped black hair. He looks beaten and worried and places himself only a few feet from the bar. He glances about the tavern and notices the...

Dalvach waits briefly for Nyar and Baern to look about the room then steps into the hall quietly. Listening carefully, Dalvach hears the scuttle of the shop keeper and guards to his left and through the soft glowing light makes out a pair of stairs. 'Conflict.' He thinks to himself, then looks...

The perception part of the check IC was looking around outside and trying to spot the guard..*shrug* lol. It doesn't say anything about a glass cutter giving any bonuses to anything. It just says it takes one minute to cut a hole large enough to put your arm through...it costs more than thieves...

Dalvach positions himself in the door frame of the Inkwell, carefully watching who passes by. He quickly tries to spot any unusual activity at the Key Sip, specifically watching for the guard positioned at the door. He fumbles around in his pockets with haste, clearly looking for something in...

sure thing scorp, will let you know what's up with CaBaNa as soon as I'm back from vacation which will be Saturday. If we get more people in the meantime that's awesome I'm down. I just want to apologize to everyone for my friends lack of presence on here...they made it seem like they were...

I am sorry about Zissou, I never thought he'd drop like he did. CaBaNa will be back at some point consistently but will probably be off and on till late July, early August if this lasts this long. Might be able or be forced to finish with three.

"Let us away, this area is not secure. More than ears could be listening to us." Dalvach looks around hurriedly, as if expecting an ambush at any second. Once inside The Inkwell, he seems to calm down slightly though his hand hasn't left the firm grip of his Craghammer. It acts almost like a...

Dalvach senses the other guards presence down the hall. Small, blurry outlines of confusion and haste fill his mind. They know not what their purpose is. It would be a shame for them to die so presently. He hears Nyar's words like some far-off voice of reason. Slowly, his rage disappears like a...

In a bustling flash that belies his age, Dalvach drops his equipment and cloak in one swift fling of his arm. His hat flies off with the motion and lands atop his pile of raiments. His Craghammer glimmers a sparkle of blue as if reflecting a light not seen in this store, or this realm for that...

Dalvach smiles jovially and places his small house pendant back into his cloak. "Acch, well then where has your manager gone off to? If you don't mind I'll just take a look around and we'll be off. Oye, 'Yoos, would you do the honors and lead us into the back of the shop there? It seems as if...

After assuring himself that walking into a previously unvisited and unknown location without a weapon in-hand is an acceptable means of good 'diplomacy', Dalvach follows Daegaul into the shop. Dalvach sees that Baern has already put himself in a 'non-threatening' position, if the bearer of...

Humming along his way, and delightfully cheerful that he is on the right path to the 'Sip, Dalvach stops abruptly and looks about his surroundings. Satisfied with where he is, he then tightens up the leather straps holding his cloak up and cinches his beard into his belt. He readjusts his...

Dalvach nods his appreciation and offers the helpful manling a gold piece. "Come Baern, Nyar. We're not but a hobble away from our quarry. Let's get this over with.." Dalvach grumbles and quickly heads for the nearest lift to the lower level. Shoulders hunched, cloak wrapped around his frame and...

I'll go ahead and pop my words of friendship for +5 to diplomacy check, which puts me at +17 to diplomacy. 1d20+17 → [17,17] = (34) Roll Lookup Ibram tries to plead with the creature again, "Oh Great Creature of the Shadow! We have captured one 'o ter shadow elves that brought ye 'ere. We...

Dalvach looks the man up and down, then spits as he projects an atmosphere of clarity amidst the hustle and bustle. "Hmm...potions and oils you say? What types of mundane things might ye be referring to, if ye don't mind me asking?" Dalvach sends a mental 'ping' out to his comrades, letting them...

Alright guys, first and foremost, I apologize for my lack of presence once we got into the building. It's sad we lost so many good allies..alas let's try our skill challenge if you'd like? I'll say what I can and if it's not enough well..we'll see I guess. My character page is not back up yet on...

Dalvach blunders through the crowds of people as he leads the way out of the Shard. He moves at a steady pace, weaving through the myriad of people despite all the equipment he carries. "Come on lads! It's this way!" He tries to seem confident, projecting his credence about him, but really has...

Dalvach gives a heavy sigh and stands slowly. "I still think this is just grunt work but I do owe you after our last foray with those self-righteous nomads Melkin." Dalvach bows low and says "We will find your misplaced patrons, you have my word." With his last comment he assembles his gear and...