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Octar looks up at the gargoyles. "Perhaps there's a switch or something up there?"

Jaan sprints forwards and shove the branch off of Ioleta and presses his hand to the bleeding wound that Ioleta gained when her head bounced off of a rock. Already Ioleta's breathing steadies. I think the decision was that you level up immediately.

"Perhaps," says Octar reluctantly, "We should see what's in the crypt." Oh, he knows what's in the crypt- something that will be quite unhappy its coffin lid just got lifted off. Regardless, it seems to him the most likely place for the potion.

As Ioleta rushes forward towards the body, her foot hits a tripwire. The tripwire, snaking around and upwards, twitches a dagger against a frayed rope. The frayed rope snaps, and the half-sawed branch that it was holding up lets go with a loud snap. Ioleta hears this and looks up in time to...

Leaving the trail turns out ot be unnecessary, as it shortly veers in that direction and becomes much clearer. Apparently the bandits decided to trade stealth for speed once a safe distance away from the clearing. Garret can clearly see from the depths of the footprints that both of the people...

Fant's initial impulse is to stare at Persephone like some bizzare, alien creature, but she stops herself. The girl in front of her might be exceedingly muddle-headed, but even she might notice and take it as rude. Fant reconsiders one of her intial options, which is that the girl is...

"I think we're going to have to hack one or the other down- and I, for one, don't feel like notching my sword to ruin. Let's try knocking down the wooden door."

Fredar jabs, but as he does so his footing shifts in an unexpected way and the jab turns into a clumsy lunge. Nate blocks easily, and brings his right arm across his body for a powerful return swing, but his shield arm interferes and Fredar ducks easily. Mechanics: 6+1=7, 15+4=19. 3+5=8...

Fant turns to the new interruption of her staring into space, and reacts slightly differently that she did to Sturm. Her mind, leaping at the slightest bit of challenge, goes about deducing whether or not the girl in front of her is delusional, lying, or actually telling the truth. Her...

Fant takes a moment to react, and then turns slowly. She stares, briefly, at the filthy and scarred dwarf, as if processing something. Whether it's his appearance or his veribiage is anyone's guess. Finally she says, "No. Nothing of note."

Fredar attacks feebly, still reeling from the blow, and Nate sidesteps easily. His own swing is clumsy, however, and Fredar leaps backwards out of the way. Mechanical breakdown: Fredar rolled 7-3=4 on the attack roll, Nate 16+4 on the defense. Miss. Nate rolled 6+5=11 on the attack, Fredar...

Fant enters the inn more or less a minute after the last of the adventurers leave on their quest. She has been visiting Orussus' temples, praying that some sort of opportunity be sent her way. "Lady Fant of Lionel," she says shortly to the tavern at large, giving a courteous nod only to Joe...

Nate catches the jab towards his stomach on his shield, and simultaneously swings out at head level with his club. Only Fredar's helmet saves him from a serious braining, as the blow turns him sideways with force. His ears ring. He's gonna feel that one for a while.... Mechanical breakdown...

For weapons, since this is supposed to be a demonstration of the rules, I'm just going to assume that you're using "blunted" versions of your normal weapons- for Fredar, his half-spear (which, incidentally, 3.5 now calls the "shortspear"), and for Nate, his mace. Nate- if you could update your...

Marcus sighs. "Well, guess we go the other way." Octar has already redonned his shield and drawn his sword. "Let's get to it," he says.

A gate? Well, don't we feel silly now. :P Take 20. Macus checks the gate for traps and then sets to it with his lockpicks.

Sure. Things have been slow at the office of late... So, should you pair off against one another, or should I create NPC foes?

"Well, let's give it a try, Dhormium." Octar sheaths his sword and unbuckles his shield from his arm, and then (in concert with Dhormium) attempts to wrench or bend one of the weaker bars so that the group can pass. I think in this case the weaker of us makes an aid another check. I see no...

It is not very long- perhaps five hundred feet trough the forests-until Garret and Jaan see birds through a gap in the trees. Normally not anything of note, these birds draw the attention because they are circling one paticular spot perhaps another 100 yards ahead. Velbrik, once they are...

What, no takers? If you guys really want, I could roll the dice while dogheads away... To quote Abe Simpson, We came for blooood!