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Liam moves over to his brother to aid him in rising, helping him move over to the shore near where Pixie still lies unconscious. "I found this potion on their leader but I don't know enough about such magics to know if it is safe. Can you identify it? We may be able to get you back on your feet...

The man lurches violently, abnormally as something in his chest heaves. He starts a strangled scream as his body contorts. Abruptly his body begins to bloat. It swells like a balloon. You see his face turn purple, then white as his skin is stretched thin. There is a horrible wet pop as his body...

I really like the OP site and the sandpoint Wiki. I like the brief descriptions of each place. It might be cool to have a line after all the places we've visited with the names of workers, owners, etc that we meet. It'll make it easier for roleplaying places that we visit frequently or when we...

Vhir slouches in his chair at the theatre trying his hardest to follow the story. The bit with the bear and the axe was good, that kept his attention, but much of the rest held little appeal for him. When the lights go up he is the first up out of his seat and headed for the door. "Too much...

"I agree, we came for justice, not to line our pockets. No criminal you will be returning with us to answer for your crimes. We will need some rope or chains."

Midian's spell creates a thin black film that spreads over the mans torso and disappears down his waist. He struggles feebly to drag himself forward but lacks the strength to do so. He groans and his head drops back to the floor. Henrick gasps and moves forward a step. "Orlef! Hold on, we can...

Seeing the others begin to turn over their money to pay for their accommodations Vhir grudgingly reaches for his own coin. He pays enough to cover for the next few nights but resolves himself to find a place to setup his tent. A free roof over his head is better than one that will bleed him dry...

Liam sets the flask aside for later investigation. It could be a potion of healing, or poison, or possibly something else. "We're going to need to tie up the prisoner. He'll be coming with us. That will free up Kyria to check the rest of the camp. Then we need to get back and see about tending...

Liam sighs and shakes his head. Leaving the bandit girl for now he moves over to the slain leader and rifles through her belongings looking for anything immediately useful.

Plopping himself down into one of the chairs Vhir looks about the room appreciatively. It looked to be a fine drinking hall, as large as his own people's largest tents. After Deivon orders and the waitress hurries away he looks her up and down appreciatively. A fine looking lass I wouldn't mind...

Whisper's light reveals a little more. The man's breathing is labored and his eyes are slightly glazed. Sweat beads his brow and now and then he releases a low moan. A heavy shelf has collapsed over him burying his hips and legs beneath a pile of debris near to the top of the door.

The large barbarian laughs uproariously at the sight of the wet mercenary, wholly approving of employers manner of dealing with him. He had arisen before the sun and gone outside, as was his custom, and waited patiently for the sun to creep above the horizon and lighten the sky. He had performed...

Henrick cautiously pokes his head out of the cooler you have been sleeping in and looks around. Seeing nothing has changed during the night he leads you back into the corridors. His pathway leads you back towards where you first met him. He slows to a stop and points shakily at the ground...

Vhir wrinkles his brow in concentration as he tries to follow the woman's strange accent. Her gossip about the town makes the place sound far more interesting than a sleepy fishing hovel he had pictured. "Many deaths, burned holy ground. Very bad. Makes the spirits restless. Bad luck place, this...

"She lives for now, though grievous are her wounds." He turns to the bandit. "You there. Criminal. Did your leader carry flasks of healing magic?"

Vhir rips into another chunk of meat held in both hands; forgoing the eating utensils on the table. The huge shoanti is on his second plate and looks like he has yet to slow down. Grease is smeared deep into his goatee where it mixes with sloshed mead. Setting the remains of his meal down he...

The Sandpoint Six sounds good. Meeting on the road would work. There's bound to be lots of traffic in and out of town along with small inns and waystations along the road. We could have joined up in ones and twos until all of us were together.

Liam picks up the mans weapon and says "Sit here, and do not move else our archer will use you as a moving quiver." He turns away and moves back to the river bank where Pixie lies on the bank. He kneels down and starts looking her over for signs of life. He fumbles, completely lost at what to do...

I've got some initial character info posted. Let me know what you think. I switched to Barbarian instead of fighter because I found an old backstory I wrote that I really liked and it made more sense with that class. I'm interested in taking a rage power from APG at 2nd level so I'm not going to...

Alright, I sent a PM over at Obsidian Portal for an invite