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They're priests. Very good contact. Go. Commence banter. Moves forward, taking on a confident air. Good evening gentlemen. It seems fates have taken a more interesting turn. I too serve a god, in my way. Why don't you both join me?" Denizel smiles and motions toward an open table.

At the announcement of adventure Denizel looks up with interest, but he quickly gets a scornful look from Grog, and he sinks back down on his bar stool. "Very well." he says to himself. "I see one needs to prove themselves a little bit before getting the good jobs. Certainly understandable."...

You don't sense any active magic in the stone work. However, you do pick up on the signs that mark it as a House of Hades. Your own knowledge surpasses the sailor's a bit, you suspect it to not be a temple, but more likely the entrance to a crypt.

You approach the temple cautiously, stopping a couple hundred feet away as you decide who best to make the initial approach. From this distance you can still make out sounds of animals life coming from the nearby forest, though none seem to come from the structure ahead. The building is...

Sound of Stone and Illarion don't see anything of particular note in their brief scouting trip. The forest is thick in many places, and there does seem to be a fair amount of animal life. Should you need to hunt for food, it will likely not be a problem.

Denizel is a level 1 bard

"No, it don't get shorter to Daunton, but we aint' far from Opposition." The island doesn't seem any smaller once you get to shore. You don't feel any safer as the rowboats pull away. You are alone on this island for ten days. Most of it is hidden by jungle. Its time to decide what your first...

Denizel considers the mans offer for a moment, then others seem to consider it as well. Hardly a respectable companion, do it! do it!, oooo halflings. Let em cheat. He may seem slightly confused, but recovers quickly enough. He turns to Iago, to see if he's interested.

I don't see Soldier on the map. I think he's still at I14. I have placed him there. Bell certainly doesn't feel like they have the advantage, as she watches her unconscious ally fall into the sewage. She reaches out to him, tries to think of the right healing words, but they are lost to her...

Denizel turns around at the bar to face out to the rest of the patrons. He was really hoping it would go smoother than this. With a moments peace from the ruckus he begins to hear some faint familiar voices. This is inappropriate. . . shows poor judgement. . . dressed like an idiot, when do we...

Scorpius did not get DM XP. I do not believe I qualify due to the manner of my disappearance. Since I'm here, I will also back up Dane on the fact that he likes healing hands.

Sniffs the drink and has immediate reservations. Then as the other half-orc rises and precedes to evacuate his innards on the outside walk he pushed the beverage forward. "You're very kind sir but I think I'll stick with the piss for now." He sips the drink and very casually places it back...

I will be pushing forward a bit now, to the meaty stuff. Our band of mismatched heroes found themselves with little to do as they made their voyage on the cramped boat for several days. It became clear early on that the rest of the crew didn't support their captains idea that they should be the...

Iago, Grog and Jangles. Got it. Denizel doesn't hesitate to show his disgust at the idea of sweeping chimney's or the bartenders colorful words. He none the less puts his five copper on the bar. "Not my specialty sir, but thank you." He says giving the drink a sniff. "If you need someone to...

Denizel looks up at the bartender with a friendly smile on his face. "Ale please. I hear this is a good place to find off jobs that need doing. That right sir?"

A tall, slight man enters the tavern. He looks about quickly, not looking surprised or panicked, but its easy to see he's never een here before. His skin is fair and his face reveals some fey heritage, making him appear handsome but almost feminine in some ways. Straight brown hair is tied back...

"Alright, come on then ye whats an things!" Barks the captain to the party as they approach. "This be a cargo run first and most for, so I want to make good time on this here side trek." His works were gruff but the tone still kind. He waved them all toward the ship.

A rat scurries by and bumps his head against the wall.

And so the party hugged it out. It was truly beautiful. The next morning dawn rolled in at the docks. As promised, Captain Grubeus Flintstone walked the docks in clear view. His crew loaded the MainMist behind him with various crated of Dauntonian cargo. It was an older ship, but in good shape...

The Captain quickly grew overwhelmed by all the adventurers flooding the tavern. He was hardly comfortable before. Now he just wanted to leave. "Alright then. I be done here!" He through up his hands in frustration. He points to each adventurer as he calls them out. "I'll be choosin Coruvs, bug...