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I don't have that many yet, but of the ones I have, I thought the Duregar Champion and Deep Dragon looked pretty sweet.

Kadramis sees the ape-thing drop with barely disguised glee. "It's been too long since my last hunt," he says and pulls his Rankene cavalry sword from its sheath. "Time to drink blood my friend!" he murmers to the blade as he charges the creature, weapon raised with two hands for a killing blow.

Just curious, in general what time zone are people in? I know a few of you from your location but not everyone. It seems like there are flurries of activity and I'm the last one to see the posts. Not surprising since I'm on the west coast of the US... :)

OOC: I'm still interested but if you don't have time to keep it going, maybe we can put it on hiatus for a while. Yair, I think the plot is excellent, and I apologize for not keeping it going better as a player. I always try to give everyone a chance to post rather than monopolize the...

Noonchuck brings in the sails and prepares the ship for berthing quickly, but not hurriedly or carelessly. Once the ship is docked, he can sense the agitation in the crew and Captain's voices. As he goes about his duties, he works his way toward his harpoon (which is usually stowed somewhere...

Kadramis follows Derleth, a look of grim determination on his face. He grips the hilt of his bastard sword tightly, but does not draw it yet... He'll glance quickly around the area for any other possible foes.

"YEEAHRGH!" shouts Pitcaire as he recoils from the flaming man. He frantically pats himself to put out any lingering flame on his clothes and backs away from the indian as far as he can get. "Flamin' furballs, what in heaven's name jist happen'd?!" Satisfied that he is not on fire himself, he...

Noonchuck concentrates on the tasks necessary to bring the ship into the pier. He was as surprised as anyone to see this young child out alone in a boat, but not understanding the situation, he is indifferent to her fate. Shouldn't she be returned to her family? It is of no concern to him, he...

Daz, I just need to type him up. Right now, he's just notes in my notebook. Will do that soon.

I'll be around during the holidays, and I am following the story... just not a lot for Noonchuck to do right now. He'd probably be somewhat fascinated by the child, but otherwise probably not sure what the fuss is about. He'd just as soon turn the kid over to the watch as fight to save her at...

Yes, if you have ideas for contacts go ahead and add them to your character sheet. I haven't created the adventure or rogue's gallery threads yet. I'll do that when we start next week... Yes, I'm still targeting a start on Monday 12/26. :)

I've been following along the main story thread, just haven't had a chance to post lately. Kajamba, I'm fine if you roll any of my required rolls; in the current scene I'm not sure where my character is at exactly. I'm also fine with NPCing characters that are dropped until they can be worked...

Noonchuck will stand by the anchor, in case we need to raise it again quickly.

On languages-- if you wish you can take Sanctan as one of you bonus languages. I want to make sure everyone has a common tongue to speak in. If you purposefully want a character that has difficulties communicating, you don't have to take it.

"Let's just walk in like we have business here..." Kadramis suggests, placing one hand on his sword hilt and the other on the door, trying to push it open.

"I've been honest with you Grozny. And I'll continue to be fair with you, so payment for your information and knowldege is not out of the question. But, I must know what it is exactly we would be paying for... and what it is you would have in exchange. No more riddles, let us get down to...

Use the Spoiler block guys! I haven't read the Da Vinci Code yet! OK, no more discussion about it. :)

Noonchuck drops the anchor as ordered, as quickly as possible, and then prepares to jump into the water if help is needed.

Since I'm blinded I assume I can't react. Not sure who was supposed to be at the tiller or wheel, (I think it was me) but if I'm able to react I'll turn her hard about to avoid a collision. Otherwise I'll just be dazzled by the pretty sunlit waves until someone shouts a warning.

"I'll flush the scoundrel, but perhaps someone with a bit more experience in dealing with Wrig... er... Sanctans, I mean, should come with me."