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Tonris had already been standing off to the side so that Tyrien and Agno had clear lines of fire when he pulls down the curtain.

Lyrra claps and laughs along with Elliman Taletreader's comedy act, introducing herself to not just him, but any of her new friends who inquire as to her identity. This is a grand show and she is happily enjoying it. Though she is careful to not let Elliman take any of her weapons or vestments...

Sunshadow, that blue hurts my eyes on the black background...

"How does that prophecy clear anything up? Like all other prophecies I have encountered it doesn't tell you anything until after the events have already transpired. Prophecy really is a useless artform if you stop to think about it. Do you actually know what goes into learning how to fly as a...

"Does the good father actually get a vote? He has withheld vital information from us right from the start, and given us false information when he hasn't withheld that vital information. I mean it would have been nice for me to know that flying over that pit would have sprung a trap ahead of time...

Cyclopean, you may want to change the color of that post. Not sure how many use it, but that color is nearly unreadable on the dark background of this website.

"Oh, a fellow member of the Clergy! It IS a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Lyrra says with a bright smile on her face. She then turns her attention to Dame Morrogrim and says "We should make him more at ease, care to order him some of your cheeses and breads?"

"Or perhaps you want something a bit more dramatic?" Tonris says to the others, stepping up to the front of the group, "I could set fire to this thing. It would burn hot and fast, taking the Tapestry down in a blaze of glory. That would certainly get their attention I wager. Plus it would...

I am not really trying to neglect either of them. I just posted for Fae'shiel. As for Tonris, he has had nothing useful to contribute to the discussion. Keep in mind he is a nuker, not a front line fighter. He will support the group to the best of his ability when the time comes and if spoken to...

"SIX YEARS! With nothing to drink but water???? Sir Barkeep, would you please bring this poor man the finest Drink in the house? You can put it on the tab of the Temple of Amenthia!" Lyrra says in her most sympathetic voice possible.

Taking the first and longest watch as is the custom of most of her kind that study the arcane arts, Fae'shiel settles in to her Reverie when Iago relieves her so that he can assume his post at the watch. During her Reverie, images from the long ago past flood her brain as her sword shows her...

"Oh, so you're THAT kind of girl." Lyrra says, completely misinterpreting what Dame Morrogrim had said.

Lyrra blushed slightly and raised her glass towards the woman in acceptance of the toast. After the toast is concluded she says "Ah, but now it is perhaps your turn to tell me about yourself?"

"I have been traveling for some time now, but the reason I came to this Inn in particular..." she giggles at the play on words, "is so that I can see if I could be of use to a group of adventurers. I hear that there is a severe lack of healers amongst adventurers these days."

"You misunderstand. The spells to create phantom noises and phantom images would allow us to appear to be in two places simultaneously, thereby sowing confusion amongst the Orc Ranks. They are a manner of illusory projection that creates the image and noises of whatever we wish to project...

I just wanted to check and see if we are still gaining Time Based XP and GP while Perrin is out of town and the game is paused?

Fae'shiel curiously looks over the spell that Marcus had pointed to, trying to remember what the symbols were for. She then recalls that page in his spellbook was for the prestidigitation spell, unfortunately if she recalls correctly the power of that spell was insufficient to create the kinds...

"Yes, I am from the Landadel Baronies, and was trained in a city known as Tritower." Lyrra says with a whimsical smile on her face remembering all her friends back in Tritower, as well as her family that she left behind in her home village then she grimaces remembering the battle that led her on...

"Oh, but I already told you something about myself. I am a servant of Amenthia. But I suppose I could tell you my name as well. I am Lyrra, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Lyrra says with a bright smile directed towards Dame Morrogrim.

"Apologies Madame Morrogrim, but I don't drink Alcohol. It's against my Code to do so." Lyrra says with an apologetic tone in her voice, then she looks over at the Half-Orc Barkeep and says "But some Goat Milk would be great if you have it."