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Hp: 4/31 Ac: 20 Ff:13 T:18 ooc; did the sickening blast hit Wulfcyne? Or were you aiming it at someone else? Your description names three people and so i'm confused, please clarify. I've written the below as if it DID hit my pc, let me know if that's wrong. BIC: Wulfcyne keeps his distance...

Genithar's pinched features deepen as the Drow is revealed as dead and he gives Terran and then Thral'K the briefest of sour looks, but the Wizard is no fool and at the Lizardman scout's words quickly loads and cranks his hunting bow, while filing through the spells he still has memorized...

Genithar gives Terran a questioning look at his first response and then nods at Corran's wisdom. As the figure above suddenly falls from the tree, the Wizard dashes towards where he fell, worried that the enchantment would be broken and calling out in elvish, Hunter, stray not and allow us to...

let's rock!

Shrugging at his friend's apparent lack of understanding, though he looks at DarkLeaf a bit askance, the Wizard mentions quietly, Figure in the trees, close and jerks his head towards the concealed person above.

The wizard only gave a reassuring wink at his wider human compatriot.

Much refreshed by the spirit's favor, the burly warrior bellows, 'Form line aback a Links!'

A quiet smirk blooms upon Genithar's face as he responds with a nod of deference to the lanky shifter and explains, 'Regretably, that is a secret for now my dear Lady.'

ooc; ha ha...no doubt Mogg, the meat shield does still stand...and this dude we're up on is 'core. Now it's up to the brelander's innate survival instinct and a whole lotta tuff support, let's rock.

Standing, as the more heavy laden members of the group either squat or sit, the lithe robed elf does not seem to be winded, but nor does he make any fuss about resting, glad for a moment to examine the group's new surroundings for the first time in detail. Looking to Tral'K, the Wizard...

Genithar nods promptly at the now 'normal' lizardman and casually asks, 'Tell me Thral'k, how do you posses this power of balefire?'

Ogre's Eye..urk!!!' the big man's bellow turning into a gurgle of spittle and blood as the Aberrant Assassins attack. Staggering away from combat, the veteran soldier calls, 'Tara! Help! as he quickly downs one of the healing potions he'd picked up at Arcanix. ooc; ugh...my pc is so getting...

ooc; hey, i've been sick as a dog and superbowl weekend was muy busy. sorry for the lack of posts The Wizard seems opposed to Gregory's plan, but does not attempt to contradict their employer. Making sure Shade', Thral'K and Plank are cured and conscious, Genithar suggests the group leave...

The tavern atmosphere is tense, though more private and focused, even with the steady buzz of the common room and the nearby crowds going to and from the lightning rail. Wooden chair whining as he shift, Wulfcyen's broad shoulders stretch as he attempts to peer past the shadows to see the now...

ooc; this is getting awesome! A low growl emits from the behelmed warrior as their mysterious host begins to show his true colors...

Wulfcyne is suddenly alert and ever so slowly, his large hamhock hands under the table, unsheathes his throwing axe, trying to conceal his movements. ooc; untrained sleight of hand to conceal light weapon draw dex check to conceal (1d20+2=15)

Wulfcyne, attempting to get near the shadowy figure and find out who or what he is, growls, 'Wha' be this'n new research worth to ya, then?'

Ha ha...'mcmoneybags' is hilarious!

Attempting to be nonchalant, the bulky warrior dodges a waiter and makes for the booth, a small smirk blooming on his scarred and craggy face as he glides past Makharat. Playing the strong and silent type, Wulfcyne moves to sit as close to their newest business partner as possible.

Best of luck with the move, see ya next week. I like this grouping. Over and Out. ~dn