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Ronthias also bows, smiling as he does so. "While I have my...suspicions, Rhys," Ronthias says, with a brief glance at Halidon, "I would prefer to wait and hear what Vash has to say, and not pollute our discussion with my surely flawed understandings."

Yanhal comes to a sudden halt. "Well, this doesn't look like the friendly greeting I was expecting," he says. He slowly begins to reach for the rapier at his belt. OOC:

Khashana busies herslef by tending to and bandaging any wounded (including the wounded bandits). Once that's taken care of, she works with Flint to find and bring back the horses who ran away. She considers trying to tend to Flint's damage, but seems unsure how to bandage something that...

"And what would be wrong with that, comrade? If you will recall, noble Nightshadow, we've camped out in much worse places than this before." Ixen throws his arms wide, indicating the cozy splendor of the room. "Here we have food, water and comfortable shelter. A true paradise compared to the...

Ronthias looks around for a moment, patting some ash and soot off of his clothes. He turns back to see Halidon looking slightly singed, a curl of smoke rising from his shoulder. "Heh," mutters Ronthias. "It seems Bitter Ebony tried to close the portal on us while we were midway through. A...

Yanhal grimaces as the group heads out into the morning light. "From Jaqual's descriptions, it seems we've got a journey of roughly three day's ahead of us. Sounds as though wild game might be hard to find, given the possible presence of undead in the area, so I've taken the liberty of...

I just improvised a long post to suggest how Ronthias and Haildon find a portal. If you find it acceptable, the portal could take them to anywhere within Sigil that you wish.

Meanwhile... Ronthias and Haildon follow a quiet canyon though the Hinterlands, ever wary of any possible danger. The Master makes his way quickly through the rough terrain, leaping nimbly from rock to rock, occasionally shouting 'encouragement' at Halidon. As dusk falls, Ronthias calls a...

"Oh, warm milk, warm milk," Yanhal laughs. "That's your solution to everything, Surefoot! Bit of indigestion? Warm milk. Spider bite? Warm milk? Arm half-torn off by a crazed orc? Warm milk. In face, I'm surprised you suggested holy water to use 'gainst the undead, and not, say, blessed...

"Ah. That scroll presented no challenge to you, I see." Ronthias pauses for a moment to look back at Halidon. "Hmm...well done." As Ronthias begins walking again, he looks back over his shoulder at Halidon. "Rhys is one of my earliest pupils, and one of the very, very few tieflings I ever...

"Hrumph." Ronthias quickly glances over the scroll before snapping the case shut and glaring at Halidon. "Students, both old and new, are nothing but a constant source of trouble for their master!" Ronthias suddenly darts forward and flings the scroll case at Halidon, who reflexively grabs it...

Yanhal returns to the common room, and slumps down into his seat. "Ah...there's no answer at the woman's door. Perhaps she is a heavy sleeper, like Jaqual, or perhaps she arose even earlier than we, and is at the moment making preperations for our journey." The tired-looking human, obviously...

"I recall Commander Izril. He was a powerful magus, grand and terrible. Our foes would quake with terror as he called down rains of fire upon them. But I do not believe I ever met his half-brother, though I must have heard the name at some point, for it sticks in my memory." "If they are...

"Oh! I'm sorry, Hashkavvak... I--I'll try harder!" As she concentrates, darwing on her inner power, Kashana's deep crystal gloves glow with a soft white light. She attacks wildly but the thug easily dodges away from her.

No worries. Take your time, Rayex--your health is important. I hope you're doing fine, and I look forward to seeing the game continue!

Ixen'vaerirlym "Hail, Master Coldstone!" Breyer looks up from his table as the inn door slams shut and a large, boisterous human male bounds across the floor. "By the Seven Flames, it is good to see my war brother once again! And if my eyes are not decieved, Galec the Raven sits beside you!"...

Kishin? Will you also be starting a Rogue's Gallery Thread for the game?

"Ah!" Kashana cries out a bandit's blade slices into her thigh. She half slides, half falls off of her horse, which bolts in terror a second later. Kashana takes a quick look at her wounded leg--it's just a shallow cut; I should be fine--then glances around the battlefield, trying to make...

Ah, you are correct. I believe I made a mistake. I will certainly fix that. Ronthias sees Halidon as being too used to city life, so he insists that the two of them travel and camp in the wilderness. Ronthias pushes Halidon to find his own food, water, and shelter, making the entire trip...

Yanhal eats lightly. He's always been somewhat crabby in the mornings. Churlishly, he demands that the serving wench leave a pot of freshly brewed coffee at the table--he does not share. "Well, she's upstairs isn't she?" Yanhal asks, impatiently. "Why don't we just go and wake her? I'll...