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Jerrick, over the course of Tanya's less pleasant conversation with the man, has been giving Chatrilon an appraising loo, his eyes narrowed.* Eventually, he shrugs and turns back to Maridosen. He briefly considers apologizing for his companions behaivior, and then decides against it. "I...

Octar feels satisfaction when firing the bow. Although he has ample skill with a blade, as he has had ample chance to demonstrate, his joy is archery. The smooth pull and strong draw of the bow made it a joy to fire. He finds himself wishing to be able to use it again soon, and then realizes...

As long as they don't arrest me as a vagrant, I could sleep on the street... it's just not very good PR.

Jerrick straightens slowly up off of the counter, his eyebrows twitching slightly in surprise at the woman's abruptness. He mentally shrugs, respectful of whatever desire she might have to keep things brief. Perhaps she is simply having a bad day. "Two rooms for me and my friends," he says...

"Hold on to the items," Fant agrees. "If the wizard survives and the tower does not, he will likely be glad we rescued his valuables." And if the wizard does not survive and has no next of kin, possesion will aid in a claim to right of salvage. It is a rather calculating thought, and one she...

Jerrick returns the other man's stare, briefly, as he approaches the woman behind the bar. The place wasn't terribly active or welcoming, but it was the middle of the day. He acknowledges the woman with a nod of his own, and when he gets close, he leans an elbow on the bar. "Ma'am." He nods...

ooc: The adventure's been running for 10 months, and Garret's been present for 5 months. I seem to recall that is rewarded at the end of the adventure, along with everything else, but I cannot for the life of me recall. I wouldn't object a mid-adventure XP jump, but I'd rather it be proceeded...

"Seems like unless we can fly, we go through the door..." says Octar, after thinking it over a few seconds.

"Well, that was interesting," says Octar, warily keeping his eye upwards and notching another arrow. "What now?"

Ooo! Ceramic DM! I'll immediately stop procrastinating about going and reading it. Best of luck. 1 charge from the wand gets Ioleta up to 4 hit points, meaning that if it is decided to spend 1 more spell she'll be all set. The party settles down for the night, weary and sore. The evening's...

Octar shrugs at Ehldanni's suggestion, sheathing his sword, loosing his shield, and taking his bow off his back. He presents an arrow for enscorclment, pulls back the string to his ear with a stiff pull, and fires it up the shaft, wary of it coming back down on him again.

"Huh," says Octar. "Strange. I don't feel terribly optimistic about this one. Tullius, you and I take the front, aye?" Octar will position himself next to Tullius right in front of the double doors.

Fant is slightly discombobulated by both Persephone's terminology and her display of physical affection. She sfotly says "Thank you, your majesty," and gets back to organizing the search. "Ishmael, can you deal with Morulas's wounds?"

The shield would indeed have contributed to defense rather than soak, which is actually more beneficial- each attack is 10% less likely to hit you AND each one that does hit deals 2 less damage than it would otherwise, since each point the defense is beaten by also adds to damage... This is one...

Fant disperses the group to quickly explore, with priority on finding a way up to the top of the tower and any notes on what experiments might have been in progress.

"Aye," says Jerrick. "Let's find an inn." He leads the search, stopping the first unoccupied local and asking for directions to a good inn. He quite enjoys hanging about in taverns; although he long ago forswore alchohol, he finds watering holes pleasant places, full of fond memories and...

No sooner has the resolution been made to press onwards than Garret proceeds to not only lose the trail, but get totally, utterly lost. Three hours and much stumbling around in the woods later, Garret figures they're in about the right place, but they still can't find the trail, and he is...

ooc: Consensus seems to be to move on, yes?

Fant curses and blocks with her shield. "Persephone, get that one tied up! We'll keep this one busy...."

Hush, you... Octar lets Marcus go ahead.