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Simon raises an admonishing hand, starts to speak, and then clearly thinks better of it. He settles for a quiet cough, and an uncomortable shuffling of his feet. What in the world have they accused the fellow of?

[SBLOCK=Outside] "Well, then! We have common cause," Simon proclaims cheerfully, letting his hand fall from the haft of his axe. He takes another step forward, extanding that same hand for the nearest of the two men to shake. "Simon Sinople," he says with a grin, "You? And no," he quickly...

Seeing that there's now two people speaking to Goran, Simon swings his axe over his shoulder and strolls causally towards them while still smiling. "No problems, I hope? I do dislike problems, friends. They're no good to anyone, and can simply ruin a man's day." He ostentatiously shifts his...

"Very true," Simon replies to Goran. "It's certainly not as though we're doing anything we shouldn't, either. You approach the fellow, I'll stand ready should he prove hostile...and if he does, well! He'll soon regret it." He turns as Goran walks towards the man, raising an eyebrow in the...

"Oracles like ambiguity," Simon mutters, a little petulantly. "Or so I've always heard. But I suppose this locksmith seems our best line of inquiry. I reserve the right to speak to this 'Willow', at a later time, however." He lowers his voice, speaking to his companions rather than to...

"I've an even stranger question," Simon announces, his head snapping up at the mention of locks. "Have the children had their hair cut recently, Miss Gretchyn? And if so, when? And by whom? It's probably a pointless line of inquiry, but one never knows."

Simon, as is his wont, bows to the woman, smiling a broad and genuine smile that still manages to be a little...disturbing for some elusive reason. "Indeed," he says, echoing Alexi's words, "Dreams often convey greater truths than the waking mind can know. We...." He pauses uncomfortably for...

"No rhyme, no reason," Simon says as he reads through the list of the missing. "Nothing to tie them all together, at least not that I can see. Were they victims of opportunity, I wonder? "We'll discover the truth soon enough," he decides, rolling the scroll back up. "And bring them all...

Simon bows low. "An honor to serve, and a pleasure to do so in such a righteous cause. Anyone...anyTHING...that would take children is not to be borne, and must be dealt with swiftly."

"There's certainly no harm in looking the place over," Simon agrees, "Come morning, that is. Wouldn't want to go crashing about the place at this hour of the night, eh?"

Simon strokes his beard, nodding to himself. "There are locks and locks," he observes. "Locks with keys, locks of hair...were any such left behind? And as to 'below the cauldon', that seems clear enough. Are there catacombs 'neath the city?"

Simon makes an obeisance as he enters the temple, whispering a quiet prayer. "...and give me the strength I need," he concludes softly. Standing again, he hurries after the others.... He savors the tea, letting the warmth wash through him and enjoying the peaceful aura of the temple. He...

"Orphanage?" Simon murmurs at the thugs' shout. "How terribly cliché of them. Is it so much to expect some style of villains, I ask you?" The whimsy in his voice vanishes as he replies to Ruphus. "I, too, would be glad to accompany you...although I confess that I would like an explanation for...

Simon raises an eyebrow as he watches the thugs flee. "Seems most unwise, attacking a man such as yourself. Risking a man's ire is one thing, risking St. Cuthbert's is another matter entirely." He shakes his head in mock despair. "What is this world coming to, eh?" He then turns to the...

Simon chuckles, perhaps a little wanly, at Goran's tale. "It only grows better with repetition," he begins, "But perhaps...." He trails off at the sound of the yell, frowning. With a glance at Goran, he quickens his stride towards the alleyway. "We'll do no such thing!" Simon replies...

No worries -- I stole it from someone else a few years back. It's the circle of life, isn't it? And thanks for the items, they are on his sheet along with the rest of his equipment. Looking forward to getting this off the ground; this group looks as though they'll be a lot of fun together.

Stats are up, except for equipment. I made some guesses on armor and weaponry; these might change once I start spending. Which is actually a minor problem -- the DN doesn't have any starting gold listed. Treat him as a cleric? Unlike a wizard, he gets armor and a martial weapon proficiency...

I'm going to avoid taking anything unusual in the way of Feats -- "Tomb Tainted Soul" is a bit of a cliche at this point, and while it would fit Simon somewhat, I think that it would better suit his character as something that happens to him as he advances as a DN...much to his shock and horror...

Simon Sinople Male Human Dread Necromancer 1 Lawful-Neutral Medium Humanoid (human) 6'2", 215 lbs., Red hair, brown eyes Str 13(+1) Dex 14(+2) Con 15(+2) Int 15(+2) Wis 13(+1) Cha 16(+3) Fort: +2, Ref: +2, Will: +3 Hit Points: 8 (1d6+2) Init +6 Spd 30 ft/x4; AC 16 (+4 armor, +2...

My PC collapsed on me this morning; hopefully this will make it through. Roll #1: Airwalkrr's Shackled City (12, 14, 12, 7, 12, 12) Roll #2: Airwalkrr's Shackled City (13, 14, 15, 15, 13, 16) Roll #3: Airwalkrr's Shackled City (15, 10, 12, 13, 11, 14) #2 seems the best, so take it I shall...