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Yes, all that happened in the HQ, it is the middle of the night, and it is the morning before we're supposed to meet at the temple. Which is on fire. To break it down, there was a shout loud enough to cause physical damage (likely what woke Grendel), some screamed incantations, a flash of...

The Fifteenth of March. On that day, Julius Ceaser was stabbed 33 times (yes, 33 times) by his BEST FRIENDS. SIX PEOPLE STABBED THIS MAN REPEATEDLY! Now, that is the accurate, HISTORICAL version. In the play "Julius Ceaser" by Shakespeare, Ceaser says, "Et tu, Brute?" when his friend Brutus...

Ah, this is where we go Ides of March on Mem. Well, I think it is. Tiluvias, what does Lesser Vigor do, and how much H.P. do I get for Aid? "I was sleeping...whatever it was hit me in the back. I hit it with my shout, ruined my room, and then I had to use my lightning and my missles. It said...

Endeca fades into view, her wounds visible even under the stoneskin. It's obvious she's been crying; there are tears still streaking down her face. Her expression is weak, helpless, like a little child. "Mem...Mem..tried to kill me. A creature in the night, stole my life force. I'm wounded, and...

Endeca sighs and stands up. With a few gestures and words, plus a sprinkle of diamond dust, a casing of stone encloses her and melds with her skin. She follows this up with another spell of protection, one that makes her blink between the Ethereal and the Prime, and an invisibility spell. Her...

"WHAT?" The temple? It couldn't be! The old man was in there! Countless innocents would die, while she was distracted here by that undead thing. "The temple of Pelor is burning? What about the people inside? Are they safe?"

I've decided to update the sheet on Page One with all current things. Spells that are spent from memorization will be marked with one of these *. My experience will be there. As well, you can look there for Current H.P., Current G.P., charges on my items, and others. I will announce when I...

Endeca pants heavily, holding her stomach where the creature hit her. Ouch. Strapping on her junk (she sleeps in her outfit), and gear, she opens the door. She needed to find Irthos, badly. I just realized, we never got the XP for the skeletons. Then again, they got their asses beat by LANTERN...

Including H.P. lost due to negative levels, Endeca is at exactly 1. From now on, I memorize more damage spells. This better kill it. Ragged, burnt, and punched, Endeca pants heavily. This thing, whatever it was, was tough, and she was running out of attack spells. Time for an old staple...

New save is 10. Damn, this is gonna hurt later. Endeca yells in pain as the fists slam into her, backing away from her foe. Seething with battle-fury, she opens her palms wide. Electricity gathers in both of the mage's hands, crackling blue, red, and every other color. "You've SERIOUSLY made...

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe. Fortitude Save = 9 Assuming I'm not paralyzed or slain outright (and if that was the save against permanent level loss, a whole day early, I will slay you through the internet), here is my action. Endeca gasps as she is hit, her eyes widening in surprise, and then...

Yeah, I think that's wise

The black depths of Hell. Our internet moves at the rate Sin corrputs a soul The small elf frowns as Irthos dissapears. But, suspicious of the alleged absensce of her friend, she whispers just loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, and just soft enough to make it seem like she is talking to...

The young mage jumps upon hearing Irthos's steps, leaping a good foot in the air from sheer surprise. She turns about, the shock on her face clearly evident. "Every time! You do that every time! I need to start reading minds when I go to find you, so you don't do that anymore! By the Laughing...

The elf arrives at the Citadel, signifigantly calmer than before. Opening the door, she steps into the massive building. Immediately, she lets Snuggles out of her backpack, and the intellect devourer scampers off to find some prisoners on Death Row. Endeca makes a beeline towards Irthos's...

Endeca frowns in thought. She glances about the room, at the old man and the clergy. Slowly, her eyes fade back to their normal emerald color. "Well, I am not qualified to care for him, unfortunately, and my work puts me in the line of sword and spell on an eerily regular basis. Can the temple...

The mage drags the old man, with serious physical effort, into the temple. She glances around at all the priests doing their busywork, and decides that waiting is just too slow. "Oi!" After her shout gains their attention, she speaks in a calm, even tone, "The old one I have with me is...

Endeca sighs and lets the man go from her grip. She snaps her fingers, and the rope at her belt comes to life, whipping out to entangle the old man. Confident that he's firmly in place, she starts pondering how to carry him to the temple. Finally coming to a decision, she chants and moves her...

The tiny elf looks at the old man quizically, then with pity. She takes him gently, but firmly, by the shoulder. "Old one, I'm no troll, but I know some people who can help you. Come, let us visit the temple of Pelor. If the god of healing can't help you, no one can." She leads him firmly, but...

So, what are Es and the Constructs doing? Unless they're standing there, dumbfounded :D