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The door opens and a frail-looking young girl steps awkwardly inside. Her skinny frame is hunched and twisted, wrapped in a woolen shawl, and she walks with the aid of a long wooden staff on the top of which balances a large black crow. She looks up momentarily, ice-blue eyes peeping through...

Sorry about that Arkhandus; indeed Arshen doesn't speak the Sylvan tongue. Reading comprehension fail. It's probably easiest to just handwave that little mess; Arshen never needs much of an excuse to be in a sour mood anyway. ;)

Kasha frowns, feeling that something is wrong with what Jax said, but she wasn't really paying enough attention to anything she's been told today to actually pinpoint the hole in his logic. She gives a shrug. "Oh well, whatever," she acquiesces, still peering suspiciously at the priest. "I still...

A bit of an unfortunate metagame dilemma here, because I'm really not too comfortable with the idea of taking seven players on the adventure. So if the dwarves are sticking together then I guess it's not gonna work out; maybe Mythra should just open his mouth again and there'll be a good IC...

Although I see that another group set their sights on K2 with lightning speed. ;) Hopefully we can pick up one or the other - otherwise some other group is liable to end up with 2 full defenders while we have none, which would be less than optimal.

Colgrave backs up into the stairwell, going as far as necessary to get out of the poison gas. "Might I suggest that everybody stops wantonly stepping on things?" he calls down in between hacking coughs. "One person to test out the tiles' functions will surely be quite sufficient - once we know...

Khalil cocks an eyebrow at Etrigan. "I appreciate the vote of confidence," he says drily. He looks around at the plaster walls, spirits falling a little. "At least this room seems stable, but what now? I don't see any other exits. It appears we'll have to go back the way we came - in which case...

Jarren nods his farewell to Pis and settles in for what might be a long wait, ordering another ale and relaxing in a chair near the fire. He seems perfectly content with his own company, although his manner isn't hostile. I had the same problem twilsemail, but remember you can always look...

Colgrave hangs back as the tiled hallway comes into view. "Just a moment. As much as I enjoy the symbolism of our way being lit by a shining golden coin, it would be nice if we could see a little further in front of our faces. Allow me." He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a Sunrod...

Arshen holds the elf's eye for a moment before spitting demonstratively on the floor and turning away. "Proclaim what thou wilt concerning thy flowery elf-god. That is of no interest to me - but never again presume to insult my skills." He stands apart as the others question the seela...

Kasha snickers. "Yup. Not like that fella showed much gratitude about having a proper burial anyhow." Kasha looks thoughtful as the idea of ransacking the cemetery is pitched. She's not really keen on going poking through a load of mouldy old tombs, only to undoubtedly get another earful from...

As soon as conditions start to grow dark, Colgrave produces a coin from his pouch and passes a hand over it, causing it to glow with a soft golden radiance. He flicks it to Kaelan, who can use it to light the way ahead.

Kasha looks rather awkward as the constable shows signs of dissolving into self-pity. "Well, uh, not everybody's cut out for this stuff y'know," she sniffs, before softening a little. "Look, don't worry, we're gonna have it under control in no time." She wanders over to where Jax is examining...

So, hmm, is it me or are we one sentient monkey lighter than we were when we started? ethandrew hasn't posted in about a month. Did he give a warning about that that I just didn't see, or is he AWOL? Either way, what happened to Pinder when the floor gave way? Would be good to know whether...

"For the sake of our mission, brother Squire, I will pretend that I hearest not thy arrogant chatter," Arshen growls back even as he takes advantage of Liiros's manoeuvre to land a punishing elbow strike to the foe's unguarded back. Good stuff, use Arshen to flank whenever possible...

"On the contrary," Farrow says with a long-suffering manner, "I believe I made it perfectly clear that he was nothing of a rival whatsoever, and could very accurately be described as a friend." He gives a wave of his hand. "Regardless, we are not here to quibble. This... 'unaccountable...

"Oh, good show," Colgrave says happily as the lock springs. "Shall we? It might be wise to keep a particularly keen eye out for any hazards from hereon in, since this lock was the first sign of security." I don't agree with 'keep checking until you roll a good number' in cases where it would...

"Such a lamentable lack of patience," Farrow says wryly, producing a pouch of gold from a desk drawer and laying it with a satisfying thunk on the table in front of him. "Your payment is all there, and certainly I will appreciate a full report - did you truly find nothing more interesting there...

"Hmm, well, I'm afraid the only reliable way I have of breaking down the door is liable to set the whole place on fire, which isn't quite the outcome we're looking for. Surely somebody is better equipped for the task than I, if you're sure you can't crack the lock." To be honest I'd recommend...

"My friend? You mean Howard?" Farrow looks more bemused and blankly disbelieving than upset. "You mean to tell me that you found him, himself? Do you expect me to believe that he was actually stupid enough to go bumbling along with some bunch of hirelings to explore this place himself?" Hint...