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Dowkan's reply was oddly comforting. The thought that this dagger was meant to teach children not to play with sharp objects was a thought that hadn't occured to Hildor. It was innocent. This dagger was not. Hildor reached into his pocket and pulled out the symbol he had used to bid farewell...

"I wish I knew." With hands outstretched he slowly removed the wrapping to reveal the contents of this package to the others.

"Sorry. This...," he paused. He wasn't sure exactly what it was actually. He decided to give a little more background first. Not that they would believe it, but if the ones who helped him confirmed it, then he had a chance. After a deep breath he spit it out quickly. "I was attacked. Two...

Accepting the item, and having been healed of his injuries, he sits for a moment, then stands, slowly. "Thank you," he says. Fewer words meant less trouble as far as Hildor was concerned. "I'll head to the temple then." He stood up, gathered his things, checking his backpack and weopons for...

Looking up at the ceiling it is no surprise this girl thought something strange was going on. Seeing the lights flicker, he was glad his tape recorder, like his alarm clock had batteries as well as an electrical plug. If the noise was coming from the ceiling, it probably wasn't electricity...

"I was more hoping he was around somewhere now. Thanks for letting me do this." Roger set the recorder to start recording and began to climb the scaffolding with the wireless mic held sideways in his mouth for easy access. He also wanted both hands on the scaffolding. If what this girl heard...

In his time in Silverymoon, Hildor had seen some serious injuries dissappear with magic, but he had never been on end getting healed. It was amazing. They probably didn't have the key then. That would make things easier, though he had secretly hoped they might just find it and get it over...

Seeing more than five fingers Hildor knew something wasn't right. "Five?" he guessed. He closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath, but even that hurt. His mind started spinning. Partly from vertigo, a headache, and a slight ringing in his ears, it was now flowing with theories about...

"Roger, nice to meet you," he turned back to the lady. Probably electrical noises, a short or something, maybe in the thermostat to make it regular. In any case Roger would want a recording. "Would you mind if I left a live microphone up there? I'd like to get a recording of the noise." He...

Hildor tried to move his sword arm to defend himself. "What do you want!?" It hadn't come out well, it was hard to think in this situation let alone speak. Hildor had no idea if this thing was intelligent, but it was apparent he wasn't going to win in a fight. (+5, 1d6+2/18+x2/S, MW Rapier)...

One of the volunteers already left, and Sara still not back? Well, Roger needed to know where to look, so he was going to need to risk approaching the lady still on the scaffolding. As he approached he noticed Gabriel had left the room, and it didn't look like "Excuse me miss, could I bother...

In complete shock, as if coming out of a daze from the last few days, Hildor stood stunned at the elementals presence. This large earthen monstrosity, had it attacked him? Or was this what Mars had sent against the Tyrrans. Whatever it was, Hildor wasn't a close range fighter if he didn't...

Somewhat dissappointed at Gabriels lack of interest, Roger stopped to address Vincent before continuing to his car: "I'm going to try to figure out why this girl thinks this place is haunted. I have some recording equipment in my van. If you're interested, it would be helpful to figure out...

Realizing Sara wasn't coming back anytime soon, he decided to look around a bit more. She fell huh. Where would she have fallen from? "Maybe that girl heard something and it made her fall? I got some recording equipment in my car, if we can figure out where she fell from we could set up a...

After getting instructions on where to find Lady Syrriel and how to identify her, Hildor realized it must have been the lady he saw earlier, and went to find her. After some searching, he found her. "I'd like to help. A priest told me you might have something other than reconstruction to work on"

"Roger Evans actually," the "Roger, Roger" joke had gotten old years ago. Roger took out a notepad from his briefcase, sat down in one of the seats and jotted down a note in pencil: Witness, Type, Nature Art Student, Unknown, Unknown Janitor, Auditory, Unknown "So I guess we ought to talk to...

One of them had done their homework, but it seemed more like something he read out of a book than a rumor. That was a double edged sword. The more rumors, the more Roger needed to disprove, but the fewer rumors, the less he could say to back up his assessment that the place wasn't haunted...

It was almost peaceful. Nobody was bothering with Hildor, and it suited him just fine. For an hour or so he wandered surveying the reconstruction of the town, and practicing darts against some of the ruins. After another half hour in which got himself a quick bite to eat, he decided he may as...

He's here in the town of course. Hildor wasn't surprised or intimidated by the threat. Mars' threats were getting old. Besides, he hadn't told Hildor how to survive the attack, and that was as good as a death sentence anyway.

Hildor looks disparagingly at Sunder. The dwarf had perhaps not seen the sword he so quickly dismissed. It didnt matter. None of his equipment was so damaged as to require his services. And Hildor wasn't the one to show off. Hearing some argument behind him he didn't care to make out, he...