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Wrong longsword, kirinke. The longsword you found was the dwarven masterwork. The black dragon longsword was the magical blade found in the ghast's treasure trove and is still unidentified.

Patience is a Virtue. Hopefully we can get a better post rate out of Dhes while he's in the States though :p

Albion held a hand up to ward Ulrich off from ordering something cheap. "I've got this round, gentlemen," he said and looked to the waitress from earlier to buy a mug for everyone. She winked at him when she came back and placed a drink in front of him and the others. Keep the drink flowing...

Albion recognized his mistake too late and slowly pulled his arm down out of the air. When Ulrich the Wanderer ambled over, introduced himself again, and produced a hand that could engulf Albion's face (at chest height for the half-elf), Albion reached up and shook it gingerly, hoping to have a...

Somebody oughta shut him up, Albion thought ruefully. In an odd stroke of compassion (never mind the prospect of having a man that size on his side), Albion waved Ulrich over to the table.

Hey all! Majin is currently bogged down with final projects of the semester and laryngitis. Also, Dhes is coming across the pond to visit...today. I don't want to make you promises for other people, but the DM should be back online this weekend. I would have said something sooner, but I didn't...

Albion quirked up with piqued interest when Riley mentioned pink eyes on the trapper, but kept his personal apprehensions to himself. He just stared through Riley, lost in thought, as the man introduced himself to the dwarf across from them. When Khondar offered his hand to Albion, he shook...

Albion turned to stare at the hulking newcomer with his hand still out to Khondar. The half-elven rogue let his arm fall to the table, producing a muffled thump and spilling a drink, after the giant of a man introduced himself to the entire commonroom with a booming voice. With a body like that...

~ Sabriel ~ Sabriel darts from her hiding spot to the tunnel beyond, hoping in her quickness to escape notice. She reaches the cover and safety of the tunnel just in time to hear a loud yap from one of the kobolds. A brief pause insues with Sabriel slinking as quietly as she can down the tunnel...

~ Sabriel ~ Sabriel leaves the others behind to take her first scouting jaunt down the tunnel up ahead. She first passes an outcropping roughly ten feet above the cavern floor that looks to serve as a snipernest, but is currently unoccupied. Sabriel can assume the kobolds that surely were on...

Ablion cringed when Riley began walking over to the stranger. Not what I had in mind, kid, Albion thought. He looked between the dwarf (exit: stage right) and Riley as if trying to come to a decision. The muscle went inside the bar to enjoy a drink. The novice went to invite a possible threat to...

~ The Adventurers ~ The group loads onto the raft and pushes off into the dark lake. Dowkan and Hrolf paddle the craft across the blackness to the rocky beach on the other side with little effort, and this time when the party comes ashore, they're greeted with eerie silence rather than a...

Albion hesitated before accepting the young wizard's invitation to a drink; when the dwarf was included in, Albion's doubt subsided. "Of course!" Albion said, including the dwarf in his approving stare. Maybe some of his innocence will rub off on me... he thought, waiting to follow the others...

I'd much rather it be up to the player to decide if their character believes him too. It seems impersonal otherwise...

A mage, eh? Albion thought of the young man next to him with a touch of sarcasm. "Yes, of course," Albion replied to Sven, getting the answer he wanted from the big man, and considering the hooded figure an advantage to his cause. "Tomorrow." He watched Sven walk away and eyed the hooded figure...

Albion spotted the holy symbol of Mystra before the young man even spoke. He seemed underwhelming for a priest... I paid their "donation" fees! he thought, a little paranoid. The wizards in Luskan told him to seek the clergy of Mystra, who in turn charged him a hefty tithe for their services...

Albion shook his hand behind his back once the tree man let him have it back. The name alone could fell a spruce... he thought as Sven mentioned farms, a lack of trade, and the biggest problem in the area being wolves. Perfect. "Not so, not so!" Albion exclaimed when Sven finished. "I'm looking...

I'd like that advantage, if I can retain it :D

Ah. My original plan was to just hang around and see who else voiced an interest. I can just edit that post out completely if the guy wasn't going to be sticking around outside.

Ask and ye shall receive ;)