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"Also, I haven't heard much about our opponents. Who or what will we be up against? And are there rules of engagement that we should know about?" Esraethan nods in acknowledgement at Astheone, and moves up next to Len to address the elf.

Esraethan finishes his reading of the clip board and examination of his badge. He looks up as the elf enters, and nods in answer to the question. He then nudges Astheone awake, sliding a hot cup of coffee into his hand from the table in the room.

Esraethan responds absentmindedly, his attention still on the man speaking at the front of the room. "Sure, but he's actually talking right now. I'm sure if you focus, you'll hear what he's saying."

Esraethan quietly slips into a seat at the back, not wanting to miss any information that might keep him alive. He looks around at the other mercenaries, wondering what the badges look like. He shudders, picturing a large, ugly badge which will ruin his fine outfit.

Esraethan turns to Len. "No, the orcish poetry I've heard doesn't bear repeating in polite company. It is apparently about a man from some place called 'Nantucket'. "Of course, I might have just met bad poets. "Now, where are our badges?"

What edition are you using? In 3.5, I'm not sure two-weapon allows one of the attacks to be thrown. I would certainly rule that all attacks are done with the negatives for two-weapon (so you can't throw as your first action, then wield the rapier without penalties...) If it is allowed, all...

I'm in the use it or lose it camp as well, in terms of straight rules interpretation. In reality, as a DM, I would be more lenient, particularly with new players, or with players who built re-training into their character concept (i.e. find an in-game reason to change it rather than just...

Esraethan joins the others in leaving the building. "I think I heard a poem from a half-orc once. I think it was called 'Ode to a Piece of Green Slime I Found in my Armpit one Morning' or something like that. Dreadful!"

"My name is Esraethan. I seek those who slew my mother before my eyes when I was but a boy. My hope is that this war will provide me with clues or wth items of power to aid in my quest."

Esraethan turns to Astheone "Maybe you need to make a bucket list. You can put all the things you need to remember to bring with you when you teleport on your bucket list. "Since we will be working together, perhaps it would be well for us to introduce ourselves. Some of you obviously know...

Esraethan steps quickly out of the circle. "I'm not sure what would happen if someone else teleported in while we were still standing there." He turns to the half-orc. "Esraethan reporting as ordered." I just keep wanting to scream at the half-giant "Badges? We don't need no stinking...

Well, *I'm* rolling high because I'm emulating Matthew from the Critical Hit podcast... And actually, it took me a bit to realize that I had to enter "1d20" rather than just "20" in the dice roller. But even still, I managed two 19s in a row :)

Esraethan stands with his new comrades, sizing them up and wondering what they are thinking of him. "Will we be issued uniforms or anything? Do you want to know our specialties? What's the name of the commander we'll be serving under?" The questions pour out of Esraethan, betraying his...

With a pause to straighten his shoulders (and slow his heartbeat) Esraethan rises and steps forward at the summons. Looking at the half-giant, he reflects that the sergeant probably doesn't *need* any weapons. "Esraethan here, sir!"

Ready and waiting!

I am happy to play in whichever group makes more sense. I throw myself on the mercy of the DMs :)

"Thanks, Len. I will keep an eye on our friend. And his consumption." Esraethan scans the list and sees that he is, indeed, grouped with Artemis, Len, and Astheone. Sounds like a good way of doing things! I'm warming up my powers and getting ready to give this 4e thing a try :)

"My condolences, friend. If I hear anything that might be of help to you, I shall leave word here for you."

"To keep it brief, I adventure to seek those who slew my mother. She was killed before my eyes, and on that day I swore to bring her killers to justice. There is no place in this world for those who would slaughter someone like that." Esraethan's eyes flash with anger, and he drains his wine...

"Erm, I'm sorry, but I seem to have lost track of him. I do remember an encounter with a shield and the bar top that won me two glasses of wine though." Esraethan looks around in some confusion.