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Ishmael enters the room cautiously and scans it with his Divine Inquisition. OOG: Detect Evil can penetrate barriers, but 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt blocks it.

Veras-Re stares at the items with undisguised avarice and frowns beneath his scraggly beard at the mention of sharing/giving them away. But, as usual, he says nothing.

Ishmael performs his duties in a daze, barely responsive to anything. The darkness of the curse flickers in his eyes, hindering all that he does. He let's someone else take the fore and falls back. Also, he stows away his hammer and shield in favor of a sling and bullets (which he has a decent...

Ishmael snaps out of it and seeing the heavily bleeding Rodimus and the unconscious Nezrak, he spends 3 charges each on them. He spends 2 on himself. "Friends," he tells them in a hollow voice. "I feel ill, as if the Jackal has cast an enchantment upon me that refuses to abate" OOG: On...

Veras-Re is similarly silent, though observant.

Ishmael stands there panting, staring at the corpse of the Jackal. The hatred in his veins refuses to subside as does a heavy feeling of malaise. Distracted by the whirlwind within, he doesn't answer until physically called to attention, or else by a stern verbal summons. OOG: Uses of the wand...

Wilhelm dines well, showing his upbringing in his manners. He says little else, but listens intently to Lord Pician and his companions.

Keeping the monster's attention to him, Ishmael uses the curing wand yet again on his own wounds. 1d8+1=7

Ishmael takes a step out of the batswarm. He draws his wand of curing and uses its magic upon himself. 1d8+1=3

Recovering from his fear, Ishmael turns around and sees the Jackal coming. He loosens his shield, puts both hands on his Hammer and strikes it. Power attacking for -1

On his turn, Veras-Re tries to aid Farid but fails. 1d20+5=8 OOG: I seem to have caught Planus' luck...

"Revenge and Pride are enough for some Men to take action, my Lord. Still, you are in the right. There seems little motivation as of yet from this angle. How about from less noble legacies? Do you have enemies from more shady backgrounds?"

Wilhelm is quiet for most of the conversation, sips at the offered glass of water. There are many things that Men would forsake for love, filial or otherwise. I wish that I had met this Carsis or Cedric "Lord Pician, a Man of your status must have enemies. Would you know of any who would try...

Ishmael, accursed and afraid, moves as far away as possible looking for a corner to cower in. He dares not approach the bat swarm or the cheetahs for fear.

Wil courteously thanks Bernard after he is shown to his room. When the manservant leaves, he sets down his armor and his arms. The road is tiresome for most folk, but for Wil's like, it's only a minor hurdle. He washes up and dresses down to simple clothes: a faded autumn tunic and some common...

I hope Erekose13 doesn't mean poor Ishmael. Stupid Bestow Curse... That said, Niobe's Dilemma still needs a Judge if there are any that are available.

For a single moment, Ishmael staggers under the weight of the curse, but then he continues his assault. A warcry in Draconic escapes his lips as he closes in for the kill.

Ishmael finds the target of his next attack destroyed so he looks for a new one. His eyes rest on the spellcasting jackal and wrath takes him soon after. OOG: Smite charging the Jackal. Dodge on the closest mummy. In the rounds to come: if the mummies don't follow him, he'll go into full...

Veras-Re, invigorated by Katherine's wand magic, continues on his attempt to aid Farid's next (hopefully decisive) blow. He tries to tell her that he is fully healed and she should grant the curative power to another, but his words are lost in the mumble that is his speech. Aid Another...

"Understood" Wil remains a little concerned about the matter, but his lack of ability to do anything about it for now makes him push the affair out of his mind. "Shall we move on?"