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Rhys shakes his head and gives Clareh a look of utter disappointment, “Great, just what I always wanted my world to have. Utterly evil abominations…nice job.” Not caring about the potential consequences Rhys attempts to launch a magic missile at the miniature illithid.

Rhys slowly stands up and is clearly a bit shaken by the dream. The sorceror puts a hand on Jurden's shoulder to steady himself, "That was quite unexpected. It seems that rather than create this world from scratch, we freed it from someone...or something else." With a worried look Rhys looks...

Rhys gives an encouraging smile to Meenah before turning to grin at Traore and Jurden. "Keep your hands to yourselves ya berks, I'm not into that kinky stuff." With a chuckle the sorceror climbs into the bed and takes a spot next to Clareh.

Rhys takes a moment to consider Clareh and then finally nods and turns to the others, "Well how about we move this party to the other side? I'm ready to see what this whole thing is all about. Lets go."

Thanks Scotley. Last summer didn't seem that bad actually (my first summer down here) especially since mid-august was about when my pool was finished.

Rhys cocks an eyebrow and then says, “Ah yes a Cipher – Always trust your instincts, or your familiar’s it seems. So what are your instincts telling you now about what is going on in here?" While talking to Clareh, Rhys steals a glance over at Bi to try to gauge her reaction toward the elf.

Enjoy your vacation The803! Lobo you are nuts. Snow, ice and frigid weather might be ok for a brief visit but try putting up with it for months on end. My move to Memphis Tennessee from upstate New York was a decision I haven't regretted!

Rhys gives the elf a wicked smile and says, “Catnip? Why that has some quite naughty connotations.” The Fey-Touched then takes her delicate hand and gently plants a kiss upon it. He lets his lips linger just a moment longer than necessary. “I appreciate the sentiment Clareh, but Rhys suits me...

Rhys turns and cautiously puts his hand on Traore’s shoulder, “You have long suffered under the chains of oppression yet here you stand before us. Perseverance is a trait not to be taken lightly.” The green haired sorceror turns back to the others. His multi-hued eyes briefly meet each of their...

Smiling at the halfing bard Rhys says,“It seems you have yet another talent my friend, for truly you have read my mind. Back in the Sigil you offered me a chance to explore your world, the crossroads of the multi-universe. Now is my chance to offer you something in return. Though if what Bi says...

Glad to be away from the orb room that gave him a splitting head ache, Rhys follows the others down the hall to see where Jurden has gotten off to. A look of alarm appears on Rhy's face as he enters the ballroom and see's everyone decked out in their pajama's. His red hued cheeks quickly give...

Like the others in the group, Rhys views the sphere with both interest and confusion. “It seems odd that they are strictly focused on the events in the womb when the more important events occurred in the room back there." "Who do you think would monitor such a thing and to what purpose...

"Looks like the First is eager to get some air. Can't say I blame him." Crinkling his nose Rhys adds, "Smells like spilled booze and sweat down here." Turning to Meenah and Traore he says, "You bloods are in for a surprise. The Cage aint like nothing you've ever seen before. I'd try to stick...

Unable to keep his attention on the conversation, parts of which he cannot even understand, Rhys watches the dragon. Noting its apparent interest, the Fey-Touched approaches it cautiously. “I’m Rhys Danil, but I suppose you already know that.” Rummaging through his satchel, Rhys pulls out...

Considering carefully what Sun and Sea have just told him Rhys decides to keep it to himself. Their message seems to be mixed- both good and bad. Sun’s proclamation is especially troublesome to the Fey-Touched. Conflict comes, it seems and Rhys hopes to be ready. Glancing at his companions he...

[Andarin]"Rhys, stop holding out on us! What did she say? What did you say? Give, you sod! Tell all! How am I supposed to sing this song if I don't know the words!!" Inconsciously ignoring his friend, Rhys stares at the wyrmling in silence and awe. The dragon’s beauty is stunning and its...

Thanks for the support guys. Like I said I'll do my best. I am continually amazed by what I am seeing in this thread and would love to continue to be a part of it. As for my wife, it is just normal pregnancy stuff (we hope) but unlike morning sickness it is all day and night sickness (Nausea...

{OOC: sorry I cant figure out how you guys are doing that spoiler code} Clearly stunned by the birth of the wyrmling and by Sun’s proclamation Rhys stands frozen with his mouth fully agape and wide-eyed. After a bit he composes himself and goes down on one knee, rests his hands over his heart...

Rhys thinks about it for a second and replies, “I haven’t eaten anything since the turtle soup.” Massaging his throat he adds, “ I have drank a lot though and of course since Gibbous had my shell this whole time I was sharing with quite a few interesting folk.” Seeing the turtle shell laying on...

Sorry for my long absence. Work has been hell and my wife is pregnant and has been very sick (from the pregnancy) so I have had to take care of her and our 18 mo old at the same time. As you can guess, I haven't had much free time. Excuses, excuses I know. Anyhow I'm going to try to give it...