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Xerxes eyes glow a fiercer yellow as he speaks. "Whatever course of action you decide to make 'twould be a good idea to place thine carcass behind me. That way, should a foul beast decideth to devour you, 'twill have to go through me first. This makes the most sense, seeing as how I am the most...

Tersh looks around at the hustle and bustle. Well, seems everyon'e ignoring me. Fine. Tersh turns to Verena. "Come with me. We shall return to your studies."

One of the wagons gives a lurch as a large form jumps down from the top. The ground crunches loudly as the figure’s feet slams into the ground, unsettling stones and earth. Two glowing yellow eyes shine out of a black metallic body as what is obviously a warforged walks toward the caravan...

Things are a little slower with the holidays and all. Please have patience, will start again in new year

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Tersh's eyes widen as events unfold. "Nor, was that really necessary?" He walks over to Master Rak. He leans down next to him and turns to Nor. "What the hell were you thinking? The man was wounded! You probably did more harm to him taking his weapon than the feeble old master could have done...

Internet is down for my computer. Forced to use friends. Stuff already posted in rogue's gallery. Is that enough? PM me or E-mail me at 08netzls@mmci.retsd.mb.ca

The door appears to give way as you wrench it open. Before you is linoleum-floored hallway, kind of like you'd find at a hospital. To your left is a dead end and the hallway snakes off to the right. As you head down the corridor, you notice several signs, confirming your suspicion of the morgue...

Tersh whisper to Verena. "Get behind us. You need to see this, but I don't want you to get hurt, you're still just a student." He walks closer to the figure. "Who goes there, friend or foe?"

Oh. Sorry, I didn't know.

Looks like some of us are pretty impatient to play. Might want to start now, Mousse.

OOC: Interesting. A plan? IC: You manage to find what you were looking for. You also passed by a rather long serrated blade, but something inside told you you didn't need it. You find the other door to be locked. The lights flicker for a bit, before going out completely. Oddly, you find...

Tersh snorts derisively. "Personal feelings for you? You flatter yourself. You think I care that you got the job teaching what I wanted? Hey! I'm just thankful for teaching. I love history, and I can give the students some of my knowledge." He grins. "It's the students I'm worried about, I'm...

Tersh's face quickly turns into a scowl. "I am not a student, Sylara. I am a teacher. I do not need lessons, especially from you! I agree with you, and you lecture me?"

Tersh grins. "That doesn't sound too much like a weapon master to me. I agree with you. However, if it's not a sith, what is it? Who else would be threatening us with a lgithsaber?"

Here he is. My first character with a Flechette launcher. :D Zidane Fortinatè: Human Noble 2/Soldier 2; Init +2 (+2 Dex); Defense +16 (+4 class, +2 Dex); Spd 10 m; VP/WP 30/12; Atk+5 ranged (5d8/20, Flechette Launcher, DF-D1, range 12 m) or +5 ranged (3d6/20 or DC 15 stun, Blaster pistol...

Finished character... will post him NOW.

Tersh scowls as he hears about the lightsaber wielding threat. "A sith? Here?" He follows Sylara, easily matching him stride for stride. "So... does the weapon master have a plan?"

It appears to be a supply room. You might be able to find a suitable weapon here, though you ahve no idea why you think you need one, you just do.

Solos: You manage to nimbly dodge aside as a great granite juggernaut smashes through your wall. Masonry flies everywhere, and for a second you can't tell what's him and what's wall. Brickface: Same, but you're the one doing the smashing.