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Kryath bristles with anger, he is torn between blasting this dwarf into the realm of icy death and throttling Aurak for the other's seemingly careless blunder. With the deva's decision to enter the building, the sorcerer can only shake his head and follow. He looks down at the dwarf as he...

"Bah! With the prices these Orien's are charging we could all buy our own horses" Kirksa grumbles, "But I suppose it'd take longer than a day or so to get there. So I'm thinking we might as well get our own cart, enjoy some fine relaxing before we go doing someone else's dirty work" he adds...

Kriska follows, although he continues to enjoy his pipe as he leaves the building.

ooc - I'm fine with moving ahead. It does suck with potions, it takes a minor/minor to pull it out and drink it. Better than nothing though.

Kirska takes a deep draw from his pipe, "Ahhh... ya can tell in your lungs that it's some good leaf" he says happily, lifting a mug to toast the halfling's words.

"That be a mighty fine pipe you got there, Rook, you ain't got some extra pipeweed do ya? Been ages since I had me some of the good stuff" the dwarf says, reaching into his back and pulling out a well made pipe of his own, "Made this when I was a bit younger, before the calling. Anyways, I'm...

More players the better... although that's what 4, 5 if the rogue jumps in, in melee? Probably need some big maps.

The dwarf hooks his thumbs under a thick leather belt and smiles, "Aye, Kirska is my name. Those who refuse to wear a blade into combat will still fall to them, or at least that's my motto. So if I was one of them fru-fru holy men who preach non-violence and a Darguun hobgoblin jumped me from...

"Sssooo, did the othersss ssstop of tea and bissscuitsss?" Kryath jokes to the others.

"You can be happy to know my clan know's just what to do with those who'd be working against us" Kirska chuckles as gestures to his axe, then signs the contract.

The dwarf enters the room as well. "Kirska" he says to the halfling as he moves closer to Vistrathis "So, what do you think this is all about?" he asks quietly.

"Aye m'lady you've got me axe." the dwarf replies, his face red as he was caught staring at the lovely women. He finishes his ale in one large gulp. A small belch comes out, and he again turns crimson as the lady gives him a look. He quickly leaves and joins the others.

As Aurak rushes away, Kryath looks to the others "He'sss in quite the hurry... comesss in late and leavesss early, what an odd sssort" the dragonborn says, as he nods goodbye to the high priest and follows the others out. *****once at the Temple of Obulus**** Kryath begins looking over the...

"Ssso this disssc is worth a lot to you. Ok I'm in. I'll crack a few skullsss and get people to talk. They alwaysss talk to me" Kryath says, with a toothy grin across his face. 1d20 2=19, 1d20 4=23 19 history and 23 streetwise... I hope I can roll this well to hit I'll file this information...

"And good ta meet you too Cssyr" the dragonborn replied before going through the door. Kryath will take the offered seat, looking up at the priest "Ssso what'sss the problem big guy?" he asks settling his large frame in the seat.

Seeing the others standing in the area, the dragonborn says "Oh, hi there, name'sss Kryath. You looking for sssome mussscle?" he asks, in a deep gravely voice Thanks for the opportunity :)

Interested. Just posted in the Temple of Lauto thread

Kryath walks to the door of the temple. He enters the building, carrying the notice he found at the tavern. "Hello, I am Kryath and it ssseemsss like you need sssome help?" the dragonborn says Level 1 dragon sorcerer. First time PC

The dwarf lift his head up and notices that the paladin has left and the githyanki had left. He walks over to where the others have begun gathering. "Hi, Kirska's my name." the dwarf with the huge axe says.

The door opens and a large white-scaled dragonborn enters the room. He looks around, his large frame dominating the doorway. "Hello, *this is stupid* ok, I'm Kryath and I'm looking for coin" the dragonborn says, muttering to himself. He grabs a seat at the nearest table. He carries only a...