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Curative magic surges through Veras-Re at Katherine's touch. The Dwarf grumbles a thanks to the Bard before continuing in his assault upon Eskaron. He realizes that his stave is not that effective on the creature so he opts to aid the attacks of his fellow Dwarf, Farid. Unfortunately, he fails...

Wil considers Lesair's words with a look of concern. "Has he given name to 'this Enemy'? Or is the Red Herring an apt nomer for a meeting place after all?"

His skin crawling with disgust and pain, Ishmael surpresses the urge to scream in frustrated rage. His breath escapes instead via a few choice curses in Draconic. He focuses on the baboon, calling down holy wrath upon the fell creature. Rolls: Fort Save: 1d20+6=17 Smite Evil (+2 to hit/+2 to...

OOG: Oh. Going after Eskaron instead.

Hearing Percy call for a retreat, Ishmael asks everyone else to follow while he acts as rearguard. He hunches forward, letting his shield cover his form. OOG: Delay 'till after nezrak then Full defense and cover the rear.

OOG: no problem Veras-Re asks his psi-crystal where the spellcasting Kobold is. Guided by the seeing yet unseeing stone, he steps toward his enemy and strikes with his stave.

Wilhelm watches the explanations with some interest. She seems like a child in some ways, yet she dresses like a warrior. How will she fare in a battle, I wonder?

"Our journey of seeking is already afoot, but it feels like we are just beginning. The similarities among us, they are uncommon when compared to our own differences. What twists and turns await us on our road, I wonder? And when comes the Fire, how well will we temper its heat together?" There...

Wilhelm thanks the coachman and steps out a short distance from the carriage to get some air. The warrior-priest takes a sweeping glance of his surroundings whilst those with him speak. At once, the knight in him takes over and he assesses the situation martially, scanning for hostility and...

At last, an opponent vulnerable to Violet, thinks the Deep Halfling. He turns toward the mummified cats and attacks one of them with his hammer. He moves to bar the way for them to assail the rest of the party. Rolls: Alternatively, he'll just ready an action for them to come to him...

On my second reading of "Kushiel's Dart" by Jacqueline Carey.

OOG: Well, Wil's ready if that counts for anything :P It's just RP, for the most part. "Very well, Troi" Wil smiles and then, motions to Lesair with a bow to enter the carriage first.

Wil nods at the coachman. "I am Wilhelm of those you seek" "Your point is taken, Master Delmontes. But I also meant provisions that we might have on our persons in case our journey goes awry. Nevertheless, it appears that it is too late now. Are we ready?" He straightens himself in...

Wilhelm spares Jaan a smiles after his comment. "I didn't expect that such a short and sweet task would have such problems... or such obstacles" When Jaan leaves, he faces the party. "He makes a point. We should all get provisions and the like for the journey. But besides those, I should be...

I concur with KO.

To his companions, Wil gives favourable glances. "Comrades. I have upon me a talisman of healing, are there among you those who are capable of utilizing it's magics? Or are there among you who also bear such talismans?" He takes from his belt a wand of lesser healing, a silver rod engraved with...

Wilhelm's farewell is a silent, shallow bow, rigid and disciplined. With that, he moves off with the group

Wilhelm looks up, having nodded into his cups. And with a start, the conversations he heard whilst he was asleep come to mind. He shakes off the last motes of drowisiness from his eyes and approaches the three. By appearance, he is a Man at his peak, with eyes of jade (with flecks of gold) and...

Veras-Re, burned, cut and bludgeoned by battle after battle, sways slightly but remains steadfast in his fight. He moves toward the spellcasting kobold and attempts to bludgeon him to death with his stave. Burning in his thoughts is a single word: REVENGE! 1d20+5= 20, 1d6+5=10 (Damage: 7 from...

Galvanized into action by Nars' trouble and Percy's failed spell, Ishmael tosses an alchemist's fire at the figurine swarm, aiming far enough so that Rodimus or Nars doesn't get hurt. (if he can't do that, he'll continue to delay while calling out for them to get out of there) 1d20+9=15, 1d6=6