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Eugh, I missed the part where it still gets an opportunity attack when prone! Honestly, I DON'T want to do this now- but I think playing into this ignorance would be an acceptable part of Graydon's shall we say 'unworldliness', not to mention no better time tor run that doesn't involve waiting...

Speaking scathingly to his book, Graydon answered "Or, you could try NOT following everyone else's bad example and- ngh." He sighed, shaking his head. NO idea why everyone is prizing slow inefficient murder over a quick and clean escape. Even the purported ARCHMAGE would rather knock him back...

Still haven't seen a Dexterity saving throw for my Grease spell, or anything to acknowledge its existence. Was there a post that I missed, perhaps? (Because the situation seemed very opportune for this critter to lose its footing in ankle-deep magically-produced lubricant and take a tumble...

Graydon couldn't spare a thought for Shandrizar's surprisingly good suggestion just yet, being too busy helping and chivvying Rusty up the stairs; from the look of things, their hosts had things contained well enough for the moment. Once they were at the stairs, the young wizard could let...

Graydon will delay, as he is at least seeking to manage to bring Rusty out with him- if he is able to assist Rusty in a 'get-the-hell-out-of-here' action, he will do so. That takes seeing whether Rusty is actually trying to escape first, though. So in the meantime, talking is a free action...

init 14+3=17 Slamming down the emptied tankard, Graydon rose. "My thanks for a better option, Barstle; I hope you all come through this hale and healthy. Now I'll do my best to do the same!" With an incomprehensibly muttered word, the young wizard vanished- only to appear at the far end of...

Tempting, but I'd rather pass for now. The trouble with that is the tavern has just decided to kick everyone out; the streets are our next venue, and I'd ask your help for guiding us well away from here as soon as possible. My Invisibility won't cover the others, and I'm not ready to be rid of...

To be fair, everyone of a certain higher rank gets called Necromancers, in my opinion just to make them WORK for proving they can get past that- But then, I can't remember anyone who goes around following big bees. Is that a common thing, out there? Some sort of hive magic, maybe a honeycomb...

Graydon grinned to himself, just a little, as he joined the little throng. If it was silence you wanted, you'd have done better binding yourself to a fighter. What wizard worth his salt doesn't have thoughts overfilling their head until they reshape the world around them? Still, my thanks for...

Dwarf, forge, Guildhall ward. Dwarf, forge, Guildhall ward. From that weird Traladuchy where the hicks and vampires live. Would be REALLY nice to have something to write upon right now, but it's currently head-shaped and would whine at me for it... OH. Riiiiiiight. Shandrizar! For the...

I generally figure if a post is entirely OOC, it belongs here is all. Sorry to cause problems!

CanadienneBacon, don't worry about the conversation; after that first reaction, there was really no point to his joining in- as Hawaiian Joe clearly figured out too. At this point, Graydon's clearly not part of the discussion, and with Picayune's single-target method of communication, it's...

...Well, so much for buffering two personalities, especially with the fact he's unable to see or hear the second one. Looks like he's not needed here- but the 'musical ghost' hypothesis has been locked down, good to go. He'll want to call Shandrizar over to try to get a look at the (apparently...

Nodding courteously to the guardswoman, Graydon faded back into the taverngoers toward the group- but with a curl of his fingers, never quite made it there. It was more amusing by far to see how ridiculous Shandrizar would get trying to outwit a creature with an empty head, or how Eurid would...

"I'm afraid I couldn't tell you; I was coming in to find out myself. Shall we go together?" He stepped around the man, smiling courteously; no harm humoring someone down on their luck. Even so, he didn't immediately go toward his short-term companions, instead looking for the Harmony...

And a cheer for an excellent online DM. Hip hip, HUZZAH!

Graydon let go the book, pleased to see it could fly on its own without bumping into things; really, despite the frankly ludicrous naming, it was clear his new familiar did have some wits about it. I should hope so; glad you're coming to your senses about that little fiction. Shall I leave off...

I lose it every time I see 'grand pooba.' Just cracks me the hell up! XD

Well, he's certainly got the offensive 'humility' of the higher-end mages, that's for sure... Especially not in front of any company. Remember, the worse you make me come off, the more damage you do to your own standing. Because which is worse, the buffoon or the idiot who shackled himself TO...

"FIRST you get sanitized, then you get cleaned! And if wood alcohol is good enough for cleaning pens, it's good enough for a cover; the leather cleaner will deal with it anyway. What kind of whiner-spirit are you, a mephit!?" Graydon didn't stop cleaning despite the complaining, although talk...