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Round 9 Grakk and Vixo pound the undead cleric, tearing great hunks of charred and rotting flesh away with their weapons, while moving to encircle him again. Magnus concentrates on blocking out the pain from his wounds, while directing the flaming sphere with his will again. Morvannon...

ooc: There's no particular time restrictions in place here. You're in Daunton and it's daytime, so you can do pretty much what you like. However, there may be certain other reasons you might not want to travel openly too much, such as a price on a certain fighter's head. Up to y'all. ;)

It's been over for a few years. The forum has gotten lost, but I found links to the individual battle threads once, and could probably find them again if pressed.

As far as Hacker can tell, the potions should be healing potions. At least, they should have at least a healing effect. There is an erratic fluctuation in the magical patterns fixed into the potion, though, sometimes flaring wildly and other times dying away completely. It changes constantly...

The rest of the trip passes quietly, and a few hours after dark you find yourself walking into a makeshift lizardfolk village. Even for the nomadic lizardfolk, the encampment is crude and haphazard, giving the impression that it was constructed in haste and not intended to last. It lies on a...

Weel wastes no more time, and moves to the aid of the wounded men. Both are unconscious and, in Weel's professional opinion, may not last the night without help, though are unlikely to drop dead right this minute. Weel's prayers quickly stabilize the more badly wounded man, a middle-aged...

"Nice work, lads. Let's drop this other clockwork job, eh?" Quagmire's booming voice rolls out. He ducks over next to Beyrk and slices at the scout, knocking it towards Hrav's ready blade. Minor: inspired belligerence on c4. TSNT, all allies gain CA and +4 damage against c4. Move...

ooc: I understand entirely too well, nt. Much better to maintain a reduced presence here and avoid burnout than to push yourself too hard and disappear completely. Thanks for the fun here.

Round 8 "Grakk!" shouts Morvannon as the goliath falls twitching. "You'd better be right, girl!" he calls as he makes for the shelves at a run, sending a bolt of energy to glance weakly off Slardaziel's shoulder as he goes. Still, the priest is weakening visibly. Despite the chaos of combat...

Skivean nods enthusiastically, beaming. He ducks inside and quickly comes up with half a dozen assorted unlabeled flasks and vials, which he presses into Woe's hands. "I'm pretty sure those are all healing potions. I picked out the best ones for you! Do stop in some time and let me know how...

The muscular man's eyes narrow, and he turns to a smaller man next to him with a bad squint. "Gildrim. I know that name, Banners. What from?" The squinty man, who must be Banners, responds "Er, it's the dwarf, captain. The one who was lost in this swamp." "Right, the dwarf," the muscular...

Tatupu blinks, and his crest lowers noticeably. Where it had been stiff and upright, it now looks flexible, if not completely relaxed, then at least not quite so tense. "Yes, that is him. He has spoken of you. I thought... Many of us thought he... Well, embellished. For effect, mind...

I'm in Michigan now, right smack in the middle of North America. Right, well, I'm back as close as I'm going to get to normal status, so it's time to get this thing running again. KenHood has been spotted posting recently in his game; are you back with us here too, Ken? Dunamin and Atriden...

ooc: Waiting on Vixo. You still with us, mate?

Ikni laughs, a barking sound more like a sick person's cough than a sound of mirth. "That all you got?" she quips, weaving a defensive thicket of steel around herself. This time, she can't make her legs move, though. Standard: total defense, +2 to defenses TSNT end of turn: save vs...

Apikotoa waves a polite farewell, and the hostile lizardman leads you to an area on an island at the back of the encampment. On the island, strung around five trees arrayed roughly in a circle, is a fence roughly six feet tall, made of thick vines woven through saplings, which are driven into...

The lizardfolk look at you with respect and perhaps a little awe as you describe your battle with the hydra, despite the outcome. They hold your weapons a little more carefully. Tatupu shrugs dismissively at the mention of Sister Anemone, but after your story, responds. "Yes, your warning is...

ooc: What he said. I guess I should have had Kamotz take a healing word back instead of healing strike; sorry about that.

I've still got a 3rd PC slot that I've been holding off on, but I think I might be able to move on that within the week.

Round 7 Morvannon fires a curse, but the spell fails to take hold. He circles, moving deeper into the shadows that follow him. Grakk sprints around the pit with a yell, bringing his sword down on the undead priest's back with a wet squelch. Magnus cackles, and sends the flaming sphere...