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There is no church, simply a graveyard. Judging my the size of the headstones, the six gravestones outside the plot are of halflings. No paticular diety is indicated in general, although individual headstones have markings (the halfling's of Yondolla, and the others of Heironius, Boccob, and...

"I'm fine, thank you," says Cromwell, frowning. He continues to look at the Bremen for a while, then looks away and tries to recall what he knows about them.

I'm a fan of naming characters after philosophers (hence the screen name). It amused me to to end (I'm such a nerd) that I had a Cleric of Nerull running around named John Locke. Sooner or later I'm sure Nietzche, Mill, Kant, and of course Hobbes will appear with similarily amusing class...

Octar charges in to battle, echoing Tullius' familiar and welcome cry with a grin. "Roma victor!" He wades into the melee, taking the place of the fallen wolf.

Fant raises an eyebrow. This has truly been a strange day- between the unexpected advances and the request for fashion advice, Fant begins to recall that old fairy story. What did it say, about six impossible things before breakfast? "This is unexpected," she says bluntly. "And in the spirit...

Coom doesn't look at the follower of Hyrag, but says in a carrying voice as he exits "Let that be a les-son to the good people here as to the perils of overly starched undergarments. But I digreess." "My good ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to see so many fine people rush to...

Tylkin blinks in surprise at Ioleta's actions, and then nods again in farewell. "And the same to you." He pauses for a moment and then adds cautiously, as if experimenting with the words for the first time, "Good hunting." You left at about nine in the morning and travelled for just over...

Made the DC 10 sense motive check, nothing else. Cromwell frowns at the Bremen, and waves the tavern owner. In a low pitched voice, he asks the man "Are they causing you any trouble, sir?"

Mahe rushes along with the rest, brining his quarterstaff into play with a powerful overhand strike.

I'm not terribly familiar with either set of psionics, but I do know the Bard is the prototypical "face" character. All the skills you need, a smatter of highly useful spells (such as modify memory), and bardic music (especially useful- fascinate someone, plant a suggestion, and a-way they go!).

"Ahhh, ca-niiines," says Coom contemplatively, leaning forward to rub Shilo's head, "a man's best friend, to be suuure." He winks at Kirin. "Or possibly a gnooomes." Leaning back, he continues "Also favoored of cer-tain minoor divinities." He prounounces it Deee-vin-a-ties. "It is said that...

Tylkin gives a miniscule shrug, as if whether they accept the money or not does not matter to him, either. "You kept," he says, with a trace of irony, "The bandits off me thus far. If nothing else, perhaps Troi deserves some hazard pay." He hands the bag to whoever cares to accept it. "You...

The old man splays his hands out, palms up, and it is unclear whether the gesture is a shrug or indicating his clothing, which is threadbare at best. He smiles slightly, and then says "My good fellow, I am but a poor man." His expression changes to one of mock-sadness. "All I can hope from...

In which Thomas dons his DM hat. About fifteen minutes ago, an old man in rags sat down across the street from the Dragon and set a wooden bowl in front of him. Begging is discouraged in Orussus, at least when the watch bothers to take notice. In this case the watch passes by with simply a...

Fant gives a parting nod to Robillard. “Perhaps some time in the future,” she says neutrally, “I will have need of your services, Lath'eon. I will look for you then.” She turns back towards the bar, making a soft noise that sounds perhaps like a cough but is actually something diminutive and...

Vet: To subject to thorough examination or evaluation. One vets a manuscript. Linguistically related to "vetrinarians", I think.

Ah, DM lack. I feel guilty about this, as I've had an adventure idea in my head for a while but, for various reasons, I haven't run it (and one of those reasons was that it looked like no one was in the tavern :p). I'll send it in for approval posthaste and start it as soon as I get the word...

"Thanks for the tea, ma'am. Oh!" John takes out a notebook and scribbles down his cell phone number and room number at the inn. "If you need to get a hold of us."

"Oddly enough, our host doesn't seem to display any of the signs we're supposed to look out for."

Mahe bares his teeth and narrows his eyes at the figure studying the Menhir. I've got some questions to ask of you he thinks. He'll open the combat by ordering Tir to swoop down and smite one of the cultists and by placing an entangle spell centered on the figures in the trees.