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Evret strolls towards the open crypt. On his way he looks at the tombstone to see if he recognizes any important family names from around town. At the crypt he sticks his head in the door and looks around. He gives the door a push to see how hard it was to open or if it makes any noises that...

The sergeant does a quick head count to make sure everyone is out then pulls a small flask from her pack. She hurls it at the seam of the door and it shatters to leave behind a sticky residue that quickly hardens. Her second in command turns to Doral and says, "They know we're not crewmen and...

Evrett joins the others in the morning and listens as they review everything they have learned so far. He agrees with the others that the boneyard seems more time sensitive. The free meal and searching for the tunnel will keep for another day.

Confused, irritated, tired, muddy, and sober, Prince Liam has a hard time processing what is happening. Once the fighting starts though he stops trying to figure things out. He draws his greatsword and charges the kobold shaman with a roar! Prince Liam Greatsword + charging (1d20+9=15, 2d6+4=12)

I like that idea and am down for it.

"Doing this? Doing what? What was that? We risk our lives and they just smash the ugly thing." He runs a hand through his hair in exasperation and shakes his head. "We follow them then, but with weapons at ready."

Prince Liam greets him in the common tongue. "I am Prince Liam of Chelias." Mentally he adds a Herald to announce him to his list. "We've slain your enemies the Mites, under the rotten tree, and brought this back. Also Mikmek who was their prisoner." He holds the idol out for their chief.

The woman standing in the chest of the huge construct suddenly pops up and cries triumphantly, "I got it!" She holds up a strange amalgamation of tubes, wires, crystal meshed together in a disturbingly organic fashion. She hops out of the chest cavity and stores it in her traveling pouch. The...

After consulting his companions the Prince agrees to be the bearer of the idol. After searching various packs and bundles he locates the idol and tucks it safely under one arm. He gestures to Mikmek to indicate he is ready to proceed.

Liam strides along confidently with the others towards the Kobold's nest. He glowers a bit at the sight of another filthy hole in the ground, but at least the rocky pile looks a little drier than the muddy pit under the tree. He stops and takes a moment to straighten his gear and brush the mud...

The blistering assault decimates the oncoming horde of constructs. A concussion blast washes over you from Whisper's fireball and mixes with the smell of ozone from Midian's lightning strike. Kraken's whirling blades cut down the two nearest menacing him. Doral's invisible spray of energy causes...

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Prince Liam the Boastful, Human Cavalier Prince Liam the Boastful Name:Liam Chelias Class: Cavalier Race: Human Size: Medium Gender: Male Alignment: LG Deity: None Str: 16 +3 (00p.) Level: 2 Dex: 10 +0 (00p.) BAB: +2 HP: 24 (1d10+2) Con: 14 +2 (00p.) CMB: +5...

I'm working on a project and running behind, but I should have something up by the end of the week. Sorry about the long wait!

Evret shakes Nuko's hand and nods in agreement. If no one outright objects, he will tag along as the group enters the glassworks. He keeps his eyes peeled for anything of interest.

The Red C's are injured constructs, the black C's are uninjured and are in the next wave.

Evret pumps the big mans hand a few times and says. "Pleased to meet y'all. I think I've seen you around the town Kelvyn; a big guy like you is hard to miss! Look here now, I know some of you fellas are fairly new in town right? I've been here a few months myself and have gotten to know the...

Not far from your group a man sits on a log pile enjoying a midday meal. He watches your group approach curiously. When you start questioning the glassworks laborer he stands and meanders over to watch the interaction. He looks to be in his mid-twenties with brown hair and wearing simple...

A glowing bead of red light streaks down the hallway and erupts in a ball of fire in the midst of the four advancing constructs. A split second later lightning lances down out of the ceiling and slams into one of the robots. The two in the middle of the group collapses into half-melted slag. The...