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Dain smiled at the creature, and it was an honest smile. He liked animals, often times more than people. Especially some people. Looking back, he motions for the party to halt with a gesture. "This is a good omen, I think. Tsk, Jeovanna...do not seek to scare off what may bring good fortune."...

Dain - The Journey Begins Dain led the group across tracks and trails that were familiar to him. They ranged through fields, along small creeks, and occasionally over fences. He was mirroring the main road, but staying clear of it, which in his mind was the best option. He himself was out in...

Dain - New Directions Dain was waiting when the others arrived, sitting on a boulder facing away from Kalair in silent contemplation. His new shield was on his back, along with a pack and his bow and arrows. He was contemplating the mountains, which dominated the horizon to the north. “I...

Dain - The Afterparty Reaching into the clay basin, Dain splashed another handful of water on his face, washing off the last bits of soap from where he had shaved. Looking up, he took a moment to stare at his face in the burnished bronze plate that served as a mirror in his small room behind...

Dain walked slowly over to Annit, offering her some of the food as well as a flask of water. "Winding tracks through the woods can look faint and hopeless, but more often than not they find their way to a larger path." He knelt down beside her. "Whatever you saw...it doesn't have to mean...

Dain - Visions Dain came back to the world with a start, the words of Immel seeming to come at first from far away and then suddenly exploding in his ears. He was to his feet in an instant, vestigial pincers still floating before him. His sword was halfway from its scabbard before he regained...

Dain - At the Throne of Immel Dain watched as the group began for form a circle around the well, taking hands...or touching bones, in the case of Magaw. Devil's arse! They're going to do it...and so I must as well. I ken that we will survive this together or perish as one. Essithea, do you...

At the Throne of the Lady Dain seemed content to say nothing and instead to watch and listen. His sword had not relaxed, nor had his vigilance, since entering the surreal throne room of Immel. Essithea...do you hold court in a similar fashion, atop a throne of roots and moss within a damp...

Dain/Carthum - The Carven Door Dain did not like the pitchling's little grin. He did not know for sure whether her intent was for ill or good, but either way he did not like her nonchalance. The mages were eating it up, but he was not. "What do you search for, Metea?" Dain spoke under his...

Dain/Carthum - The Carven Door Dain's sword switched back into a ready position when he saw the pitchling girl again. He watched her with narrowed eyes as she headed for the door. When the carved opening began to glow, he shook his head slowly. We are reckless! This fey is a manipulator...

Dain/Carthum - The Carven Door Illumination! Devil's arse! If only my memory were so easily revealed to me! Scrambling backwards after his mental sojourn, Dain rushed back into the main chamber. He was obviously excited about something. When he spoke, however, it was with a low and serious...

Dain - The Carven Door Dain frowned in the darkness, his mind spinning over and over as it tried to make sense of things. At the edge of his mind, a sensation was gnawing at him. An itch he needed to scratch, a tingle that demanded attention. Is it nerves? Or is it you, Essithea? These...

Dain listened to the sounds of the sea. It made sense, actually. But had they come that far? Creeping forward, he moved down the tunnel another ten feet. He stopped and let his senses reach out. <Passive perception 15>

Dain - The Carven Door With his back to the wall, Dain sat amid the darkness. Was it still darkness? Could he call it that, now that it offered its secrets to him so willingly? No. He could not. He should not. Darkness was his past. Darkness was his life before Kalair. He would call it the...

Dain - The Carven Door After putting down his load of weapons, Dain squatted next to the edge of the circular impression. He studied it for a moment, before standing up again and rejoining the party. "Good a place as any for a rest." He said quietly. Looking at the carvings, he tilted his head...

Dain - The Carven Door Acting the churl made Dain's stomach churn. And yet, he understood well enough that many had suffered that exact fate. Had walked the same path he walked now. What a miserable existence...a life squandered in pursuit of shiny stones...slavery and deceit. Always we desire...

Dain was in the rear, and what little he could see was obscured by the shifting bodies of his comrades. They had committed to their ruse, and now they must see it through. Metea was enjoying it a little too much for his liking, but there was little he could do about it. Maybe she was just a...

Dain - Trick or Treat The conversation had been hushed, hurried, and intense. Should they proceed as before, with weapons ready and eyes alert? Or do they try a more subtle approach? Dain would have liked to continue on as before, his blade before him and trying to avoid trouble through covert...

Dain - Kravikus Comes Dain saw no point in waiting any longer. He had no blood for skulking while others fought. Springing forth with a burst of speed (+10 speed), he rushed Kravikus just as the demon cleared the trap, whether sprung or not. Somewhere, there is already a tomb with my true...

Dain - Kravikus Comes The shadows had called to Dain, embracing him with a newfound familiarity and warmth. But no sooner had he vanished into the pitch, fire and mystical dancing light illuminated the corridor and Annit cried out in pain. They were under attack and skulking in the shadows...