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Velbrik, since you make one check for every hour you go beyond 8 (i.e, at the 9 hour mark, the 10 hour mark, etc.) a few minutes here or there doesn't matter. You all slog merrily onwards. Mostly merrily. Not very merrily at all, actually. By the time you're ready to make camp, you're all...

Sounds like a plan.

Something I forgot to mention- Track allows you to track for 1 mile per track check, and you still have a little ways of the last check to go. It would get you pretty close to the road and take 45 more minutes, which means one more Con check all around.

The trail heads north for some small measure before it turns abruptly towards Orussus, and then a short distance later it turns back towards the road. You've been in the forest some 5 and three quarter hours- more than half the day. You figure you're about four tenths of a mile away from the...

I put in some cents.

Yup, as before: Rhesa's not crazy (yet), or at least, she doesn't have any sort of multiple personality disorder. Just her acting method.

Is anyone else getting the Charlie Brown grown-up voice (mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa) in their heads when they read the statistical discussion? :p

Rhesa (and it is Rhesa, with all of her layers of deception dropped in shock) pulls back from him suddenly, as if he emanated a scorching heat. She stares at him, mouth slightly parted in surprise. All of it. He sees through all of it. Is he reading my mind? "What are you?" she asks...

Kickin'!

"There are different kinds of professionals," says Aeweth, her eyes narrowing in anger. "Some have power and skill. Others..." Aeweth and Rhesa both retain stronger language "get trapped and abused in a place like this." Or run it is another thing she leaves as best unsaid. Aeweth shrugs...

Fant takes the respect as her due course, and it eases her some. She was startled out of her reverie by his appearance, and although she does her best not to betray it she is somewhat ashamed of being "caught" in her moroseness. Gods, woman, you'll be weeping in that fop Robillard's arms...

I seem to recall someone once rolled 4d6, dropping the lowest, some rediculous number of times and ended up with an average of 13.333, repeating. This isn't the best way to do it, but the math of statistics in reference to "4d6 drop the lowest" hurts my brain. For those playing at home...

Fant will simply spend the evening in the tavern, then go to bed at a reasonable hour and awake early. I leave pretty much as Kangaxx gets back; no worries about that, I'll post puppeting directions for Fant.

Wow, Pax. Just wow. And I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad wow. :p

Am reading.

That kind of True Neutral I can get; it's the "balance" kind that I don't understand. Will do, but I'll wait until we get on a bit so I can see where we are. Mostly I expect the suggestions will be along the lines of "Don't get prostituted." :p What, even lil' Aeweth? As an aside: wow...

Out of curisoity, what would she think of an Aasimar? Purely an academic question, I assure you. :p It's just that I seem to recall Gwyn simply holds in contempt humans (Paxus- what's he think of Elves, etc? Is it all mortals or what?) and anything more than human is potentially worthy of...

Aeweth makes one last desperate plea. "Wait, Madame Brie! Surely you don't... you're paying me to recover your girls, not replace them! I wasn't expecting this!" Diplomacy +12, looking for any solution that doesn't involve prostituion :p Failing that: That's the plan. Aeweth, clearly...

For what it's worth, I didn't recognize it but I did catch the reference when it was pointed out. Needless to say, I was much amused. :D

"I kin wake her," says Mahe. "I've got more than enough healin' fer that. Question is, do we do it here, or elsewhere?" Mahe casts an eye at the Mehir, and frowns. Was this text always here?