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The stillness of the room unnerves Ishmael. He stays in the back but watches his companions carefully.

Ishmael readies his shield and hammer and keeps the rear as per Percy's instructions. On occasion, he will use his Divine Inquisition ability to sweep the area for enemies. Since he has Darkvision, he is in a good position to spot ambushers from behind.

"Is aught amiss with our garb? Or are people from this region simply this suspicious?" Wilhelm asks his comrades.

Ishmael matches Gorefoot's gaze, though he is a little perturbed by the Gnome turned Halfling's suspicion. His voice is deeper, with a slight rumbling tone. "Aye, 'tis only Ishmael. The removal of the curse... did not go as expected" There is a slight tinge of blue upon Ishmael's skin as well...

Ishmael Ishmael recovers in time to hear Percy's query. He is raised back to his feet by the acolytes. Hesitation is, at first, heavy in his voice, but there within it arises a grim determination. "I... I shall go back to the tomb. Even if worse fates than my flesh falling and dire curses...

With mounts and daylight hours on their side, it should be easier for them to track the trail Troi had found (and that they were following before they got ambushed). Wil mentions this to the rest of the party, in case any of them had developed a better idea to find their quarry. "Last night...

Ishmael Ishmael awakes with a start. The Dragon Disciple regains his feet shakily, muscles wracked by the aftershocks of the transformation. With each movement, each strip of skin falls away. His clothes are torn, too, leaving him almost naked save for his undergarments. "Percy?" Golden eyes...

Ishmael reborn The journey to the temple wears the Deep Halfling ragged, even with the comfort of Percy and Courage's presence. He is lost in the malaise of both the ancient curse and his sorcerous bloodline. His entrance was expected by the acolytes, though they stared at his staggering...

Ishmael, Percy and Rodimus "I would like to use this time to see a priest regarding my current... condition. What that we've taken from the tomb has not all been beneficial. Mayhap, ser Atterwood, thou canst diagnose me?"

Ishmael, Percy, Novorne, Rodimus Ishmael coughs, waiting for Percy to take the fore in negotiations.

Percy, Ishmael, Rodimus, Novorne Ishmael shares Percy's shiver. Their companion, despite days of his presence, still unnerved him. But the plan was sound to the Deep Halfling (though he was not the wisest of people) and he did not object. OOG: Sorry, I thought I had posted my reply from...

Will frowns at the suggestion. It had merit, but his purse was almost not up to the task. Almost. "T'would be a blessing indeed and much faster besides. Speaking of haste, let us tarry no more. Where can we go to purchase mounts for ourselves?" He directs his question at Bernard.

OOG: Yes, sir. Blue, the color of his eyes. Re: Erekose13's and Patlin's ruling But hooray! I really don't want Ishmael to become Lawful Evil. I am, however, going to RP the dark side of Draconic bloodline as far as the Paladin class is willing to allow. That is to say, murderous fury and...

OOG: Yep, barring any major malfunctions Ishmael's off to Dragon Disciple-ville!

Percy, Ishmael Ishmael nods dumbly to Percy's idea, a wisp of a smile disappearing as quickly as it showed. Though the sorceress' words provide some hope for the Deep Halfling, the dark mood he is in prevents this hope from breaking the surface of his features. He instead looks toward the City...

OMG. You sound just like me. It's like looking at my arguments with some of my players, but from the outside. It's funny that he mentions "too much combat" and then plays a dumb, ugly half-orc (whose probably not good for anything but smashing stuff).

Percy, Ishmael Ishmael sends his gaze far away. "I know not, sweet Percy. But there is a shadow upon me, and though hours upon hours have passed... I cannot shake loose from it. If I remember a-right, this be the work of one of the tomb creatures. Mayhap a curse indeed, as thou sayest. "

Percy, Ishmael, Rodimus, Novrne Ishmael trails the Party as rearguard, still dazed. His eyes can barely focus and a deathly pallor is upon him. Yet he continues on, Courage being the only thing that keeps him mobile. "Yes. A Sage's Guild" he mutters to himself Perhaps they will know what...

Wilhelm does not spare an instant to use some of his Goddess' blessings upon Lesair. With but two incantations, he diminishes the worst of her wounds to mere bruises. He takes his leave with a bow and goes to his room to rest soon after. *** Rest comes quickly to him and the dawn, quicker...

Wil thanks the guard. He has no other request beyond a peaceful night of rest. Before he turns in however, he asks his comrades to see as to whether they need medical attention or not. He is willing to burn away the remainder of the Orisons given him for the gift of healing. If the need is dire...