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Examination of the inn's exterior and of its upper floors proves entirely fruitless, as do Serris's enquiries on the street. There seems to be no evidence that the place is anything more than it appears to be. Only once Orsik prevails upon one of the barmdais to open up the cellar and most of...

So what's happening? The ogre and harpy both directed you to the same place, are you going straight there? Or are you going to do a thorough recon of the inn first? I'll move things along once we have a consensus.

"Ehhh... two months? Or three, maybe? It's... uh... a ways off, middle of all the greenskin huts. You are going out of here, walking... uh... left? No, right. No, uh..." he holds up his hands in front of his face in puzzlement. "...Just go straightish like, okay? By the wall, yes? Into slums...

Colgrave watches with equanimity as the ale escapes from its broken cup and soaks everything nearby, including his own dandyish attire. "Allow me," he says smoothly as a red silk handkerchief appears in his hand with a snap of his fingers. He leans over and dabs lightly at the soaked patch of...

Kasha is fresh out of surges too - resting up before we head out sounds like a plan, despite her eagerness to make for the boat right now.

It's also possible that the runes only trigger when you move from one to another (if you get it wrong). I guess a live trial is going to be necessary, I'm having no luck finding any valid paths through with any possible combinations of tile directions. Unit 16 probably is our best bet for that...

The ogre pants and wheezes, winded from Baracus's blow and looking increasingly defeated as Grys and Serris talk. He maintains a sullen silence for a few seconds before grunting "...ya. Ya, fine, I hear of them, drinking in here, okay. I was not meet them myself, I was making very busy that...

Upon being roused from his stupour, the Ogre responds to his plight with much less equanimity than did his Harpy companion. After a brief initial moment of confusion bares his tusks in a low growl of frustrated rage, glaring venomously around at his subduers. "YOU!" he barks. "You come on...

The harpy gives a small shrug. "Sometimes you do hear of people holing up in there. I mean, messed up people - cultists, deviants, crazies, the kinda people who don't pass for normal even in Khyber's Gate. And maybe now and then they've even been seen outside after, but if there was a jot of...

Kasha staggers groggily to her feet, bruised and battered all over and generally feeling like she just wants to crawl into a feather bed and not get up for a week. Upon noticing the head in RAM TIGER's jaws, though, and the absence of any more threats, the fatigue falls away from her in...

"Agreed," Jarren murmurs in agreement with Pis. "At the very least, we should see what happens when we throw a few rocks in there before we go risking ourselves." twilsemail, maybe I'm just missing something obvious, but how did you assign cardinal directions to the different runes? Did you...

Uh... hm. Honestly, I have absolutely no clue whether my Spirit Companion can pull a lever or not. I've tried hunting through the rules for some clue to this but I'm having no luck. Anybody got any idea? Or else I guess I can just try it and Velmont can rule. To be honest I'd be happy to just...

"Fine. Not like I have a choice, right? But you're up the wrong end of the gate. The old temple is about a mile away from here. Head on into the slums and stick to this rock wall - maybe twenty minutes of walking, you'll see a big ugly damn spire sticking up above the shacks. That's where you're...

"Right," Jarren says, rising to his feet again after a brief period of meditation to regain his focus. "Let's carry on. Go slow - there's no hurry, and who knows what other surprises are waiting for us."

Jarren hurries over with the others to help the trap victims, relieved to see that nobody has been too gravely injured. "That wasn't in the poem," he says with a wry grimace as he strains to move the large rock from atop Pis's bruised and battered body. His companion spirit manifests, coiled...

"An unusually adept translator, too," Colgrave puts in slyly. "Might I join you? I trust you'll find that I can spin a passable tale when my turn comes."

The harpy makes a sour expression at mention of the temple, and is rather slow to respond. "Yeah... yeah, I remember hearing about some people coming through here and asking about a temple. I guess they didn't see daylight again, but I can tell you that we had nothing to do with it." "Look...

The harpy looks a little confused by the question, and speaks quietly with a wary eye on Orsik's hands holding the rope. "Come here? I live here. Always have. The ogre's just an associate, okay? Look, I'm sorry we tangled with you. That stuff isn't up to me - he says jump, I jump. What do you...

The Harpy regains consciousness with a start, looking round and taking in the hostile faces gathered round her and the noose around her neck. She swallows and gives a nervous smile, cocking her head, obviously waiting for somebody to tell her what's expected of her. Anybody who's got questions...

Jarren follows close behind Talkrai, eyes gleaming yellow like a cat's as he peers cautiously through the half light. Minor: Perception 1d20+14=19 - w/ low-light vision Move: Keep up with Talkrai