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An aristocratic looking woman in well tailored, if practical, clothing and carrying a masterfully made sword at her side enters, followed by a short, dark-haired man. "Good day," she says in a measured tone. "I am Lady Fant of Lionel, and this is Nielan Tal. We understand you seek companions...

"Someone is offering a paltry sum to help him on a hunting expidition. That someone is, however, a nobleman, and speaking as member, albiet a..." she unconciously touches her signet ring, "...a member of the aristocracy, connections and previous work mean much. Besides, perhaps I can negotiate...

Ah, yes. Forgot the sack. If anyone's moving at less that 30' a round, you're back to laden cart speed, and it takes you 5 1/2 hours to reach the spot you "lost" Troi at. You can to sequester it at the inn for a few coppers, or it's also possible you could split up the load some. Let me know...

Octar charges the remaining Gnoll, his breath labored after the long fight. Time to end this!

Lady Fant will appear shortly, with perhaps a third in tow. Just a little going on in the tavern proper first. And Rocco, that makes two of us sorry Robillard didn't come along. That could have been entertaining. :)

"I'm not inclined to take advice from someone who bullies peasants," Cromwell growls softly. He then raises his voice. "Ubersaxe Rothweil, please have you and your men turn over any weapons you may have to my men. Failure to do so will be considered resisting arrest." He gives them three...

Right, I was about to ask that. Thanks.

As before, I'd stick with standard cleric alignments. The domain is a work in progress, which means that so is Iernath, to a large degree. Favor-wise, he's great, but there's some touching up needed.

"All riiight, my good fellows, the orc is getting restless and that's a sure a sign as any to get a move oonnnn." Coom rises. "Follow meee, follow meee...." He waves his farewell to Joe while exiting the tavern. "Truly a service to the community, my good sir, yes, a service to the...

Coom leads you all out of the tavern, holding the door and encouraging the group along. "Come along, come alooonngg. Step lively, now." Once you're all out, he stands back and surveys the assembled group. "Warms my heart, yeeeees, yeees, warms m' heart." He makes to wipe away an actual...

No longer slowed by the wagon, it takes you just over three hours to reach the spot where Troi left the group behind.

Mahe move towards the encased leader. "Dara, surrounder her with me. Nalya, Taneth, kill the undead. The rest of you, get ready to slay that abomination." The moment she comes out of the cocoon, he will give her a moment to throw down her arms and surrender, and then he will beat her into...

The next day dawns bright, clear, and cool. The inn bustles, even at a very early hour. What do you do?

Octar presses the attack on those hounding Brioc.

All right, ditz, thinks Rhesa, thinking at a rapid pace, make yourself useful or they might just leave you to Gwyn's tender mercies. "For starters, don't call me little," she hisses. And Rhesa thinks, And don't piss him off so much he eats us, either. Aeweth regains some composure. "Before...

Aeweth stops looking disconcertedly at T'aria (are those fangs, or am I imagining things? she thinks, and Rhesa thinks the same thing) to sputter in indignation. "Certainly not!" she says, perhaps a little too loudly, and glances at Lydia for backup. "However much it may amuse you to think of...

Octar slips between two gnolls, hoping to hack the back of one of the Gnolls surrounding Brioc, hoping to give him some breathing room. I'll be 2 squares south of Brioc.

Garret is sucked through a strange rip in tavern-space and arrives three day's travel away. Fant gives a polite nod to Nielan. "My companion seems in quite the hurry. Perhaps when we return." She follows Jack out onto the street. This shopping trip off screen, or what, Jack? Meanwhile...

I done recruited Garret Tealeaf, played by Ottakun, to be your tracker. Here goes. The neatly dressed, well preserved halfling shrugs once he gets a moment to devote to you, although he frowns in concern. "That sounds right worrying, doesn't it? People come and go, but no one springs to...

Aeweth regards the brothel with undisguised revulsion... and a little bit of curisosity. This is, after all, her first exposure to the seedy side of life, and she's always been inquisitive. Her detached academic gaze lingers on some of the girls sitting on the couches before moving on the the...