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"Yes yes, I'm fine Toruk. But see to it that the solid ones do not get so close, will you?" Collan notices a familiar glyph on the side of the wand and approaches Feather to discuss it. After a short exchange, "Good, have that ready on my mark, I will allow you to make use of that if I deem it...

Collan, elf cleric 5, hp 14/19(24), AC 16, F 14 / R 14 / W 18, Spells 0 to 3: 5/5/4/3 Collan coughs and sputters when the ghost passes through him. He then darts past the others, to the center of the room (H14), and in a soft voice declares, "The light of Pelor opposes you," as Collan begins to...

Collan, elf cleric 5, hp 24/24, AC 16, F 15 / R 14 / W 18, Spells 0 to 3: 5/5/4/3 Collan casts a spell, but remains as silent as elves are known to be, stalking across the room with his comrades. OOC: Collin takes position D14 and casts Detect Magic, hoping that it'll help us know if magical...

After resting in the Hydra's den, Collan gets up and grumbles about the lack of sunlight, but prepares for the day regardless. "Fellows, let us push on. I want to see these blades thick with orcish blood before I break my fast."

Where to sleep has always been a confusing issue for me. While on the one hand it doesn't make any sense that a group of adventurers would work their way into a castle, kill a giant monster, then lean a chair against the doors and get a full night's sleep, it's still a genre trope. The game is...

"Agreed," says Collan. His prayers are long and obtuse, as though he were petitioning a king rather than worshipping. When he finally starts to rest, it seems as though the great feathered and furred cloak he wears offers virtually no comfort. (back to full, yay)

Collan, elf cleric 5, hp 19/24, AC 16, F 15 / R 14 / W 18, Spells 0 to 3: 0/0/0/0 "Feather, help Rowan secure the room and look for treasures. Were I to use a hydra, it would be near a secret door." Collan gets Toruk back to his feet as his raiment seems to soften. Now clad in a high-collared...

Did folks miss my post where Collan healed Toruk for 20 points? Anyway, YAY good job killing the thing!

Hey, we're fighting a HYDRA!! :D Who's next? What's going to happen to Toruk the punching bag and the rest of us not-so-lethal desperate heroes? What're we waiting on?

Collan, elf cleric 5, hp 18/24, AC 16, F 15 / R 14 / W 18, Spells 0 to 3: 3/2/1/0 "Good! More of that!" Collan exclaims as the bolts of magical energy blast into the hide of the beast. Collan dodges about as the hydra attacks and in his panic tries to hide behind Toruk, the only one of his...

ooc: I know they can, according to RAW. Sounds like the DM's cool with it too.

Collan, elf cleric 5, hp 18/24, AC 16, F 15 / R 14 / W 18, Spells 0 to 3: 3/2/2/0 "By the Great Reflection!" Collan cries as the hydra attacks. The bloody wound in his arm is immediately covered by pure, clean white furs as some of his armor begins to shine and shimmer in the dim magical light...

Power Attack only applies to melee damage rolls.

Collan, elf cleric 5, hp 24/24, AC 16, F 15 / R 14 / W 18, Spells 0 to 3: 3/2/2/0 Collan dives toward Toruk as he pulls something out of his tunic, bathing the half orc in a warm, holy light. "Rise and fight! No one said this was time for resting!" OOC: Rhun, I think you might be attacking...

Collan, elf cleric 5, hp 24/24, AC 16, F 15 / R 14 / W 18, Spells 0 to 3: 3/2/2/1 "Goblin allies," Collan says in a commanding voice prior to entering the lair of the many-headed beast, "I now give you a tribe name. You are the Tongues of Dawn! Raise your javelins high and stand firm! You will...

Collan draws a daggar and points it at the bravest goblin. "Our offer to you is generous, cretin! Should you lead us into a trap however, your souls will burn with a greater pain than you could imagine!" At that, his dagger floats forward and hangs above the brave goblin's head, pointed down...

Collan steps out from behind Toruk and suddenly looks different. Dressed in blood-soaked furs with a breastplate made of solid gold and covered with a carving of Pelor's visage within the rays of a sun, he appears as a bloody-handed warpriest. His iron-shod boots look heavy but make little sound...

"This door could be trapped, be careful," Collan says in a whisper.

"...." Collan slides into the hallway, trying to be as subtle as possible, when he reels in shock at the power of Toruk's blow. "Well done Toruk. That was truely heroic," Collan says while giving a knowing and wink that only Paldon can see. "Press on when you're... oh," pausing while Toruk...

When Collan steps into the room of captives, the shineyest golden metal of the buckles and fittings of his clothing, and the golden sun symbol embroidered on his shoulder cape all glows as if lit by direct sunlight. "May Pelor's light shine to your souls," he says as he passes through the room...