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[Floe] - The Dwarves are good hearted--you know this. But they can be so boring at times. You've just spent the last hour settled into a blind with three of the Iceshapers' best scouts, solid and dependable Dwarves who also happen to be some of the dullest company you've ever had occasion to...

Velious becomes sharply alert, suddenly nervous. They have sealed off the exits. That does not bode well. What are they up to? The slender elf scans the room carefully, watching for any possible sign of danger.

"I'm feeling a little disoriented--it's been a long time since I've come down here. But I think the way to Stoneshed is down that tunnel," Laucian whispers, pointing in the direction the voices are coming from. "They're obviously not elves--could the Horde have placed an advance force in the...

"i do not mind if you wish to inspect my damaged frame, friend Norderil. but i fear there is little you can do. the warforged do not heal naturally, no matter how aided. only magic can salve our wounds. your concern is noted, however." As Norderil looks over the damaged construct, he is...

The Warforged is silent for a few moments, obviously overwhelmed. "thank you for your words. but i cannot be of help to you here," Flamesaxe says grimly. "i have lost the powers granted to me by the grace of the Silver Flame. i am no longer a paladin, and without my ability to heal myself, i...

At first, Barandurr's magic seems to have no effect on the Warforged. then, ever so slowly, the torn wood of the construct's neck begins to regrow. It takes a few moments, Barandurr praying and concentrating fiercely, sweat beading on his brow, before the wound is completely closed. You've...

Laucain looks at the Royal Guards, somewhat confused. "We've lost two parties in the tunnel? Odd. I hadn't heard anything about this area becoming dangerous. Hmmm." He shakes his head softly. "But my friends and I can't turn back now." Laucain whistles softly and a cool breeze whips...

"Hmmm. I may have an idea." Velious raises his hand and attempts to draw Malthian's attention. "An acquaintance of mine has just entered the room. He is a capable and intelligent--he has worked with the City Watch on several occasions and has earned their respect. I feel he could be most...

The energy of Barandurr's faith washes over you all, bringing warmth to your spirits. The positive energy collects in a pool around the green stone. There is a sense of conflict: the greenish light flickers and an unearthly moan fills the room. There is a sudden flash of green light, blinding...

"Your observation is sharp, Mister Goode. I was thinking along the same lines. But do you think it better for us to go as a group, or to elect one of our number to act as an information gatherer? If we are to go as a group, we risk frightening her away. But if only one of us approaches her...

The second week of your journey has not been quite as uneventful as your first. The mystery of your Warforged prisioner, the strange unexplained sightings, and, not least of all, the tension among your party that occasionally explodes into minor arguments and harsh words--all of these things...

Norderil - Gravan looks at you with surprise. "My ship? Haunted? Ah, we've been through some odd nights, the Carcass and I, but we've never run afoul of ghosts. Until we started this wretched journey, there wasn't a thing wrong with her. Now my crew are more spooked than a herd of sheep...

Another human. This one is quite young, I believe, although I do frequently have trouble with human ages. She does seem somewhat more composed and intelligent than most human children. "I'm afraid we know little of the woman you've indicated, except that she would appear to be in charge here...

Laucian laughs. "I think that 'uneasy' is a poor word to describe how we should feel about the presence of thousands of savages on our doorstep. 'Terrified to the bones' might be a better use of words." "But we didn't come here to argue semantics, Diagoian. We're seeking information. What...

Interludes, continued Norderil - Over the last few days of the ship's voyage, you are bothered not only by your disturbing dreams, but also by a number of odd, unexplained happenings. From time to time, small objects seem to vanish from your room; a pen, a few small tools, and even a knife...

Interludes Barandurr - You've been drinking again, and by now most of Gravan's crew knows to avoid you when you're drunk. At first, you were easily able to convince one or more of the salty sailors to avoid their duties and drink with you instead. In this way you were able to recreate some of...

"You are remarkably observant, Wild One," notes Velious with a nod in the Shifter's direction. Certainly more observant than I had given him credit for, he notes. "Of the two women, it seems the taller, cloaked one is in charge. The younger has the look of a student or scholar; here to...

No problem! Here's the picture that I based the mask on. The actual mask is a little different: lacking the holes in the middle, rounded at the top instead of split like a 'v', made of wood, and completely black except for a red teardrop shape over the left eye. The mask has normal eyeholes...

"Maybe I'm wise and maybe I'm not," Laucian quips, "but I do know that it'll do you little good to gain your revenge by becoming the thing that you hate. And I also know we won't protect our home by throwing away our lives to sate your bloodlust. Or do you wish to see more elven children...

Well, I'd say they got the sense of dramatic shadows correct, but Velious wouldn't be quite as flashy as this guy with all the metal studs and such. Imagine the same background, the moon, the dark and looming towers, but the central figure should be leaner, more angular, with a smooth...