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Bastion grins. "I think I'm beginning to like you, Master Whyre." He prepares to take a crack at the first lid.

Sorry to hear it, WD. Best wishes to you, hope you're okay.

Lucan paces the room, frustrated with the timidity of the scholar. "Why couldn't he just come out and say what he was thinking? He's come to us for help - fine. But what nonsense could he mean?" Lucan thinks, racking his well-read mind for a memory...something purple...green...tentacles...

Alkirk unfurls one of the maps and lays it out before you. He indicates three possible entrances to Kiris. "The obvious way in is the front gate," he says. "It's guarded, but not impossible to sneak past. You could cross the river next to the gate, perhaps, and work your way through the kobold...

Bastion leans over the more ornate coffin and peers at it, trying to figure out whether any clues might reveal themselves. After a cursory investigation, he directs some of his more able-bodied companions to lift the lids off the coffins, that he might be able to find something notable. The old...

Lucan recoils as he realizes that Deacon doesn't recognize him. How fortunate! "Lucan is the name," he grins. "Lucan of the Hinterlands. Fencer adept and singer of epics." He turns to face the other newcomer - the old man. "And you, sir? Will you be helping us with the giants? Do you have a...

After no one comes knocking at his door, Lucan's panic settles. He wraps his fingers about his rapier's hilt and paces the room. With a flourish, he disguises the rapier among the folds of his cape so that it appears he is completely unarmed. Finally, he removes the chair from its position in...

Bastion steps forward, extending a pale hand. "M'lord, I am quite pleased to meet you. My name is Bastion Drath, professor of the arcane arts. I specialize in matters of the dead. To be quite frank, we have been directed here to assist in your unique problem."

Mal rules work for me!

Lucan arrives at the keep in confusion, half-convinced that this is part of a trap laid by some of his old guildmates. Still, the seal looked real enough, and the messenger showed just the right amount of disgust. He does his best to pass unnoticed into his quarters, where he quickly crops his...

"Indeed," says Alkirk. "Just dump out one of the pouches and incant the password. Treona, what's the incantation?" "Slaying stone," she replies as she scoops another helping of stew into her bowl. "It will tell you whether you're in the right area. About 50-foot radius, so hunt for clues first."

Wordlessly, Aldin steps away from the group to go purchase supplies. Aside from ample foodstuffs and a number of empty mead barrels, he finds nothing of relevance. He retires to the inn and sequesters himself in a private room until dusk. As the sun begins to set, the warrior ambles out...

Bastion finally pips in with a response as Mez begins to doze off. "This is most perplexing. These creatures seem to be both ghost and skeleton, and bound with more intelligence than is usual.There is some foul and wonderful magic at work. After inquiring with this 'village elder' fellow, I...

"Good, good," replies Alkirk. He pulls a bundle of identical maps from a drawer in his desk, and hands them to Mathariel. "Pass those out, would you?" He clears his throat and continues. "The town is large and well infested with vermin. Treona's research suggests you begin by looking in the...

Aldin shrugs, still unable to speak. He begins pacing idly, seeming perhaps a little too interested in a formation of clouds in the distance.

Bastion, who seems to have nodded off during the proceedings, perks up and raises his finger, then pauses for a moment. [GM, would you mind rolling me a new religion check? I'm away from my PC and incapable of doing much. Bastion will then dispense his knowledge to the group.]

Bastion keeps mostly to himself during this time. The mystery of the skeletons puzzles and intrigues him, precluding all else. When they arrive in the town he pays little attention to Nalden, instead scanning the area for suspicious passers-by.

Aldin wrinkles his nose at the newcomers - first Catylina - a female steward? But then again, a squad of well-trained ladies...thoughts for another time. As Byron approaches, he nods at Deepcutter, who introduces Aldin as cordially as possible.

Welcome back, VV! Sorry it's taken me so long to update. My new job has me working and travelling a lot, but I'm doing my best! Please be patient as I sort through it all :)

"Very well, very well," says Alkirk, taking a seat and motioning that you should do the same. "Firstly, allow me to dispel the rumor that any lycanthropic blood runs through my veins. I am not inheritor to my cousins' curse, and I would prefer you not leap to conclusions. And you are right to...