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Thorir Perception Perception: 1D20+0 = [7]+0 = 7 Init Initiative: 1D20+5 = [17]+5 = 22

One of the original four that were there had wandered around the hall. He listens as the others introduce themselves. He seems to be interested in the decor, great tapestries on the wall depicting the history of Crevasse City. He had just finished the last tapestry when the gnoll entered. He...

"Aye, but ne'er a dwarf Smythie. And I ain't a fer of. No. I ain't drunk. I am drinking! Tenses or looses or something. Whatcha doin' here here Smyuthie. You never sailed with Blackbeard. You scallywag." says Zef staggering up to Smyth.

"You.... still.... need to cook.... bread" says Zef back in the same slow staccato. "And I want beer. Beer . No bread. Yes, solid beer. Bread. And coffee. Even that sludge you make will do." says Zef

Thorir nods as Arvid speaks to him. "I see him. He isn't the only friend here either I see. If we need to reveal me now so be it, though I would rather do so later." Thorir smiles and nods to himself at Astrid's words. That would slow them down. Folks loved their traditions. And everyone...

Casca

Ok, Casca is up.

Queenie has been working on her rogue as well. We will get them both up by Monday.

Casca

Is it worth heading to the ship and asking/talking to the spirit? I am not sure if Nia could do such a thing. But we may get some guidance on what may satisfy the spirit to have completed it's haunting? Maybe some proof even of Van's death? Not sure if this is a viable avenue but I figured I...

Congrats to all and thanks to FrancisJohn for running the game. My apologies and regret for having had to leave. Thanks to the players there at the beginning for making a fun party.

"If Baldur is not offensive to the MacTier's I think Baldur works well. So son of Ingvar lets us know it is a trusted courier. Let's use the island, or some reference to the island as signal as a warning to be on guard, leaving Baldur as our code for immediate help. Agreed?" asks Thorir glad of...

I am a botanist and I approve this message

Thorir did not turn his gaze from his homeland. The flowers, the valleys, the open fields, the familiar thatched roofs of the fishermen village. He replied to Astrid though. "Einar? Heh Einar was a fine older brother in my youth. We would ride and hunt in the mountains. Arvid trained us in...

"Those are violets that you see. We call them the lady of the snows, for they come up through the snow as Spring is approaching." remarks Thorir. "I haven't seen these violets for four long years." he says wistfully staring out at his homeland. A wan smile crosses his face. "Oh I have no doubt...

"Wait, what. Aren't we in a tavern? Which tavern? I like taverns. I like rum too. Rum is good. Why don't we give rum to the dee dee jab? Get it drunk. Make it an offering. If it was set on the dead Van, then why is it still here? Maybe it is thirsty? Maybe it's a pirate too. Give it gold and...

From the floor, on his cart Zef utters a muffled "Well if he is dead, then he won't care. Maybe the Dee dee jabbie can be bought off with the treasure. You know like blood money. Van's treasure. Not ours." he says before rolling over and singing: "De stad is zaterdag 'savonds alleen nog maar...