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"You are mistaken," the necromancer sniffs with a hint of arrogance surfacing through his fear. "Those fools were already dead when I came here - they slew each other. I made use of their leavings, it is true, but I did not kill them. As a matter of fact, you were the ones who put and end to...

The zombie wanders ponderously off as the necromancer stares cross-eyed at the sword point in front of his face, licking his lips nervously. "W-well - wouldn't you attack somebody who broke into your dwelling-place, slaying your guards and servants and bursting into your very sanctum...

Okay, kal'Tarron's no longer burning, Orsik's no longer dying. I'm not seeing anybody rushing to restrain kal'Tarron, so I'd say feel free to go ahead and write that up.

"Yes, I am," Halcyon confirms proudly. "My spirit is that of an Allarian warrior. As far as I know, there are no new souls in the functioning of the forge, only the continual rebirth of those same champions of old - that is as I was taught." He hesitates for a moment, pensive. "Yet your...

Doh, sorry, missed this for ages! Need to get into the habit of checking the Talking the Talk instead of just making my nest in the Living Worlds and poking my head daily into Playing the Game. Anyhow (assuming this isn't all about to be made moot by Khalil going Limbo-diving), this all sounds...

Khalil feels a surge of exhilaration even as he fights for air; complications there may be, but in its essence, his efforts are working. He could almost laugh for joy. Refocusing his will, he holds his breath and takes a bold step forward towards the room's exit, knowing that there will be solid...

"Woah, woah, woah," Kasha mumbles through a mouth full of delicious pastry and cream. "We... mmmph... we were just hired to deliver the package, okay? Mmmm, this is really good. Um. We didn't know what was in it. What's this about your licorice?"

Halcyon nods slowly in something approaching comprehension - this answers some of his questions, at least, even if it raises new ones. "The Forge was created many centuries ago, at the height of Allaria's glory," Halcyon says. His pleasure at being asked is obvious - this is clearly a subject...

"Not whole till you had left?" Halcyon asks, seeming to be struggling with the concept; there seems to be some connection with Queen's repeated use of the plural first person pronoun, but none of it seems to make sense. "I don't understand. Your construction was finished outside the forge?"

"Mythra! Do First Aid on Kal. We need his muscle. Winged Horde isn't cutting it." Grys shouts. Moving into position, Serris lances out with his spear, catching the Necromancer and raising shadowy figures in his vision. Get up fool! Mythra shouts kicking Kal in the shins. Go and kill that...

"My name is Halcyon. You are truly of the Forge? A fellow scion of Allaria?" His eyes blaze, his posture tensed and expectant in a distinctly un-mechanical way; there is something very human about his body language, indeed the very fact that he has body language.

You can attack, you don't spend an action to use your Second Wind if somebody else took a Standard to trigger it for you. Updating later today.

Finding himself suddenly abandoned in the rapidly encoraching void, Khalil fights down panic and latches on to the salient point in what he's learned in his brief time here. He may not have the discipline or training, but if some bottled brain can maintain the integrity of this place then he's...

Halcyon strides over to the new mechanical arrivals, his heavy metal footfalls reverberating in Leonard's skull. "Well met," he booms, regarding his fellow constructs; his head slowly cocks. "You're... very different. You haven't come from the Forge, have you?" It's a statement of fact rather...

My favourite school of first aid, as also pioneered by my character Kasha in L4W in her first adventure. She pummelled three teammates back to consciousness if I recall correctly. ;)

Quickly forgetting what they came for, Kasha gazes wide-eyed at the pretty pastries. "I'll take one of these puffy thingies here," she chips in immediately at the suggestion of buying something. Okay, spending one surge with Healing Word. Kasha's topped, Ingot gets 4hp.

Grys wonders if he is still unconscious and dreaming all of this. kal'Tarron continues to burn, but he is holding on to life, for now... I'm tired of this!!! Mythra shouts blasting the enemies with the winged hordes. The flying pests find a weak point in the zombie's well-decomposed...

So, short rest before heading to the bakery? One surge would take Kasha to 25/27, I'll probably stick with that - I guess no healing powers are going spare?

Colgrave looks thoughtfully about, trying to get a sense of the place. "Can't hurt to have a rummage around," he says. "Well, unless we should prove insufficiently wary of any possible traps... but I imagine we'll find the notebook we're looking for in a private study or somesuch, not a communal...