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Halcyon's Initiative: 1d20-1=2 Halcyon, Warforged Paladin 1 Initiative: -1, Senses: Passive Perception: 13, Passive Insight: 13 AC 20, Fort 15, Ref 11, Will 15 HP 29/29, Bloodied 14, Surge Value 7, Surges 12/12 Saving Throws +2 against ongoing damage, can take roll or 10 on death saves...

Awesome! That vacancy didn't last long. :) "I thought you were her mother?" Kasha mutters absently, seeming genuinely confused for a moment; luckily Fiora continued without seeming to hear. "Nasty things in the cemetary..." she gives a pointed look back to her companions. "No surprises...

"Aha!" Colgrave calls out triumphantly as Thalin passes over a purple tile with no ill effects. "The purple tiles are safe, it seems, whilst the red and green are the hazardous ones. Blue and gold look rather treacherous to me-" he looks on with some concern as Karananak tumbles to the floor -...

Now Mal just needs to TPK, and our tavern overpopulation problems will be totally solved. :D

Not an action, just wanted confirmation: Thalin stepped on the Purple tile on his way back, but it had no perceptible effect?

"Indeed, he told us to kill them all," Arshen puts in. "Which at this point is the only reason why I do not think we should."

I'm working something up at the moment, just some fairly light treasure-hunting antics. I'll be aiming to get the Proposal submitted this weekend.

[/COLOR] "Err, yeah, probably pirates. Darned rascals," Kasha agrees with all the (scant) sincerity she can muster. "But listen, we could use a description of her. And it'd be good to know how long she's been missing, and whether anything.... suspicious had been going on before that." She...

There is a heavy clank and the ringing note of steel sliding on steel as Halcyon steps out purposefully into the street and unsheathes his greatsword. "Really?" he asks flatly. "You think you can extort money from this inn?" He gives a snort of what might be amusement. "It's not just your time...

Listening intently to the debate around him, Halcyon doesn't notice the commotion right away. As he sees others staring, though, he turns in time to see the hobgoblins manhandling the bartender into the street. Immediately the Warforged is on his feet, striding after them as one hand reaches for...

Heather gives a little snort of laughter, not bothering to suppress it, as the half-elf turns hurriedly away from her. "A girl has to make a living," she says in reply to his question. "More opportunities for someone of my talents here in the big city - and I hear the people are more tolerant...

"Sorry Gremlin, couldn't hang around while the trail was getting cold," Kasha says breezily. "We got us a lead to follow up on later, but mMeantime we figured we should have a chat with the lady here." She walks up to the window whence Fiora's yells issued out earlier and taps on it, calling in...

Khalil gives a measured nod, pleasantly surprised by Vorrin's show of civility and seeing the good sense of his advice. "Well unless this one knows something about a way out," he says with a nod towards the brain, "then our destination must lie elsewhere, and it seems unwise to tarry. We...

Halcyon nods, mental scales seeming to tip in favour of Artemis as he demonstrates a little humility. "Well spoken, friend. May you prove worthy of that charge - and if you do, may I be there to fight at your side. Would that I could raise a drink with you to our motherland."

Halcyon sits back, clearly enjoying the hilarity around him. Nonetheless, he eyes up Artemis very carefully, and as the laughter dies down he speaks up, staring inscrutably at the man. "Future re-conqueror of Old Daunton, is it? Those are bold words."

"A tough question," Halcyon says. It's still difficult to pick out tone in his flat bass voice, but the fact that he was laughing a moment ago would imply that he is in good humour. "But couldn't I ask you the same thing? Although I imagine that if I followed your example and started poring over...

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I imagine none of your 'tinkerings' have souls," Halcyon puts in. "That is where they differ - from myself, at least. My body may be artificially constructed, but my consciousness is not." He looks on as the drunken elf approaches, his steel features unreadable but...

For a few characters to level up, and for a second approval on the adventure. ;) Feel free to hang out in the Tavern a while longer, or just head out now if you prefer, but the IC thread will be a little delayed while that stuff is sorted.

The girl looks over warily, before breaking into a smile - something seems off about it, crooked, as if there is some paralysis on one side of her face. "Well, who am I to deny you your pleasures," she says, deadpan, as she stands once more with a painful-looking effort and limps her way over to...