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Zidane smiles as he enters the armory. "Now we're talking!" He does scowl at Kardus, however. "Suit yourself. If we all get killed don't come whining to me."

I was thinking an human Half-Fey Fighter 10/duelist 10/ Street Fighter 5/ Have to look back at the half-fey template again though. Duelist is from DMG, street fighter I think is from either complete Warrior or complete adventurer, Half-Fey template is from Fiend Folio, which despite being 3.0...

The final door opens onto a flight of stairs. The kind you see normally in large buildings. You can go down a floor or up a floor.

OOC:Yes... thnx. The mutant book really helped me. IC: There are no signs of windows anywhere. You find it rather odd. As you walk upwards, you find yourself standing in front of the door to enter the seventh floor. Oddly enough, you also notice that the stairs appear to stop. There doesn't...

Zidane gets up and follows the robed figure. As he passes Kran he whispers in his ear. "If you want to get through this mission alive, I suggest you follow my lead. I'm the only one here with any notable leadership. Follow my orders and I won't have to court marshall you."

Kikyik leans over to the other kobold. In draconic: "Yah....seems magical in nature. Not sure what the point would be though. Wonder how this hick town could have somebody with magical aptitude."

The weapon is not exactly what you'd say, oh, subtle. There really aren't too many places to stick the thing and none of which are too comfortable. The lab coat really couldn't hide such a large weapon well. You notice several 50 dollar bills on the table next to the card game. There's $550 in...

Can you tell Hero4Hire if you see him on the boards that the game is not dead? Thnx.

Xerxes is going to smash his boot down on the closest little rodent. OOC: Know I already told of his plans, but thought I'd make sure. Don't want to waste a day for you to ask Xerxe's plan.

Well he's a citezan then. As for the previous, I was thinking he 'convinced' a few. Also, how much gold are we talknig about for the thought trodes?

Zidane grins. Touche. At least he's not completely incompetant. He thinks to himself. I might just be able to pull this off without having to kill these fools.

Tersh looks around for a ventilation shaft, then looks down at Verena. Noticing her clinginess, he whispers softly. "It's okay Verena. Be strong. Remember the Code."

Kikyik smile scharmingly at her. "Of course, I understand fully. Thank you." He then seats himself beside the other kobold and orders. "I would like the finest wine you have." He then turns to the Priest. "I believe you were formulating a reply? Sorry to keep you waiting."

I'm already being a telepath. Also, the leadership feat is unnecessary, we already get thralls. Therefore the prestige class is not very useful. Voidrazor, do you like my bio?

Okay... here's my character concept. I'm assuming that Unbodied are an alien race... what with the psifi thing going on. (misspelling on purpose). The creature known as Maledictus arrived in Eschaton space two centuries ago. Aboard an Alien ship, the creature immediately demanded an audience...

Not waiting for the large priest's reply, Kikyik turns to the bartender again. He looks a bit cross, but understands that the bartender's probably pretty busy with the work and all. He gets off the chair and makes his way to one of the serving wenches. In commmon, "Excuse me, miss? These stools...

Tersh leans down and helps Verena up. "Are you okay?" After helping her up, he looks around. OOC: The lift stopped prematurely?

Zidane chuckles at the Zabrak's harsh words. "In the Imperial Navy... if a man wants his mommy, we send him home... through the airlock.... without a space suit." He grins at Kran. "Sound fun, Kran?"

Xerxes just keeps grinding the little vermin underneath his adamantium heel.

Kikyik yawns in disdain and turns around. His eyes widen at the size of the big man... then notices his priestly vestments. He speaks in draconic. "My, my. You are a big one aren't you. Are all those extra pounds muscle, or fat? And is either really necessary for spreading your deity's word? And...