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Hey kids, are we still rollin'? Just wanted to do a quick temperature check and see if everyone is still available.

"That's a good lad," Thadeus whispers, patting Alexander on the shoulder for good measure...which presents the priest a fine opportunity to wipe clean his hand. Cleanliness is next to godliness, don't ye know. Squinting into the darkness, he frees his holy ward from his robes and pulls forth...

"By the bowels of Orcus..." begins Thadeus as the first scream hits the camp, but he quickly quiets at the second sound and looks about, trying hard to determine the general direction of the noise. Listen check roll is a 10

"The orphanage. Yes, yes, the orphanage would be the place to begin." Binkle paces about in excitedly. "I'd really like to work on that riddle. Let me jot it down here. The locks are the key... Look behind the curtain Beneath the cauldron (I bet the orphanage has a cauldron for making a...

"While I am appreciatin' the wine, my dear Anja, the lad and I are for takin' a pass on any looks into the future . . . or the past, eh," Thadeus finishes quietly, nudging Alexander in the ribs and offering a none-too-sly wink. He pulls out his holy symbol to accentuate the point. "Me...

Binkle moves forward excitedly. "The Star of Justice, you say? May I see it? Not gnomish, by chance, is it? Nah, I wouldn't expect so. Either way, a beautiful work indeed. Not something I might use though. I could barely lift such a thing, much less us it against another. Perhaps Brokkus...

"Ya hey!" Thadeus bellows loudly, slipping his weapon back into his belt and moving forth to give Alexander and welcoming slap on the shoulder and a warm smile. "I thought I'd lost ya, lad." A stray bit of roast pig finds it's way from Thadeus' mouth to Alexander's shoulder. "Oops...let me...

"Indeed, indeed...please do tell," Binkle replies excitedly as he warms his hands and feet by the fire. "As if the temperature shifts on the surface between night and day weren't enough, the shifting seasons and weather is nearly overwhelming." He looked about at the blank stares now facing...

Thadeus' eyes go wide as he rises to his feet. Staring into the nearby woods, he shifts his meal into his left hand, wipes his weapon hand clean(er) on his robes, and draws forth his mace. Come on then, ya little bugger. Show me yer ugly hide. Listen: 12(14) and Spot 19(21)

Hey Watermark, I just noticed this thread so I'm probably too late. However, I would be happy to submit a character as an alternate in case anyone bows out. Just let me know what you think and I'll be looking at some ideas. I'm considering a pompous little Half-Elven Cleric who, while...

"I'll gladly accept your invitation," replies the gnome, always on the hunt for more information of any kind. "Name's Binkle, by the way. Binkle Tinkerdink." He pauses to read the engraving and enjoy the whole of the structure and the supporting statues. "Not a bad job. I don't suppose...

"Yes, yes," Binkle says excitedly in response to Meg. It seems this unexpected action has awakened a previously unseen part of the gnome's persona. "Please do tell more of the disappearances...particularly of the children." The thought of little one's taken away from their parents gnaws at him.

"The children?" The words bring an unwelcome knot to Binkles gut. For a moment he considers firing his spell at the figure overhead, but decides better of it. He approaches the others instead, and offers his assistance. "Fine job, indeed," he looks to each of the rescuers. "And not a drop...

Thadeus grabs the bottle eagerly and takes a long, hearty draw. "Ah, that hits the spot," he finishes with a mighty belch, wiping the escaping liquid and some stray dinner from his thick auburn beard. He offers the bottle to his nearest neighbor, then pulls it back, issuing a playful smile...

I'd like to give it a go. Do you want us to post our character designs here or email them to you directly. I've got what I believe will be an interesting character type...kind of a flamboyant fighter type. He's likely the type that will annoy some of his fellow members and entertain others.

Binkle watches the lights approach for a bit then chances a glance into the alleyway, hoping beyond hope that the painted thugs will turn and flee. At least there are plenty of other's here if it comes to blows, he thinks with a relieved sigh. Summoning a bit of courage, he moves carefully...

Clarification: Sorry, the lights are behind the party, moving towards the thugs, but of course that would mean they are moving towards the party as well. Binkle will continue to move them forth until they reach the edge of the fog so as not to ruin the illusion. Here's how I'm picturing it...

“Don’t mind if I do,” replies Brother Thadeus with a wide grin. The intoxicating smell of roast pig nearly overwhelming him, he sidesteps the silver line and pulls off a loose piece of meat. He finds a seat on the ground beside the young lady and enjoys his meal. “So what be you doin’ out...

Have we already lost anyone from our little troupe? We seem to have a pause in the action right off.

Get out of here now. That doesn't seem a bad idea, thinks Binkle as he nervously pulls at the braids on his chin. He only caught a glimpse of the attacker's strangely painted faces before ducking back behind the wall at the opposite end of the alley. But that was enough to chill his bones. 'Tis...