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The rubble was large and bothersome to navigate while his attention was needed elsewhere. Still, he had little choice but to go through it, and would have to be thoroughly annoyed by it later. He forged his way through, making noise and waving fire at the monstrous brute. Sorry, was busy all...

Samad charged in with the others, but stopped dead in his tracks. It was hideous. He'd never seen anything like it in all his days, and he couldn't say he'd ever like to again. He shook off the feeling of disgust and, holding his torch out between him and the beast, called out to the others...

Samad gripped his blade tightly and flanked the door with the others. He rubbed the side of his head, before whispering, "He is right, I hear it too. There is something on the other side of that door." Samad Salil AC: 17 (14 flat-footed, 13 touch) HP: 9/9 CMB: +1 CMD: 14 Fort: +0 Reflex: +5...

The wide, open dunes of his youth, and the rolling plains surrounding the tower were a stark contrast to this place, and he didn't especially like this cramped situation. He gagged. The air was none-to-pleasant, especially to a desert native, where dry, fresh air was always in plentiful supply...

He stood outside the tower, gazing into the abyss, the defiling stench permeating his very being. "Yes, the sooner we start, the sooner we may finish." He took a torch in hand and followed the young warrior into the depths. Samad Salil AC: 17 (14 flat-footed, 13 touch) HP: 9/9 CMB: +1 CMD...

He was grateful to be woken before dawn, as he twirled about in the yard, performing his ritual dance for the last light of the moon. He was not satisfied to have slept that night when they could have been working towards a rescue, but he knew that wolves were a formidable threat. They were...

Samad was speechless. It was beyond him, but he knew a power struggle when he saw one. Such could end tribes if it weren't resolved, such could end lives and families. Still, perhaps there was a chance that it wouldn't hinder their group. Perhaps, but hope could not get you much. But, it was...

Mallack left, leading to long, awkward silence. Samad spoke up, "So, what are we going to do now?" Samad Salil AC: 17 (14 flat-footed, 13 touch) HP: 9/9 CMB: +1 CMD: 14 Fort: +0 Reflex: +5 Will: +2 Perception: +6, Low Light Vision Initiative: +5 Current Weapon in Hand: Scimitar (+1, 1d6+1...

"I agree," Samad replied, "Though this man may be a thief, or a mercenary, or was unwise, he still deserves mercy. We should leave now, while there is greater chance he still lives. I am not tired now, and if we do leave, we'll have the blessings of Bashu the Panther with us. I, too, would...

If there was one thing Samad could not stand, it was noise. Though this nomad was glad to be moving again, especially since he was getting used to this northern climate, he felt out of place and out of time among these travelers. Still, if this was Bashu's wish, then he would obey to the best of...

The last to leave, Samad sat with his thoughts for a little while longer. He wasn't certain he knew what a gremlin was, but it didn't seem like it would matter. It's entirely possible that anything could have taken over a ruined tower, so a sealed one would be a mystery. Still, though, they...

Much of this made no sense to him. Many of the words were foreign, and though he could read the letters, they had no meaning together. Still, though, he had no reason to distrust someone who only wanted his help, and if these other candidates were signing it, he decided he should as well. So...

Taking a seat, he exhaled. Staring off into space, he responded, "I agree," though to no statement in particular. After a few minutes, he shook off his trance and refocused. Glancing at the bird man, he asked, "I have not seen one of you before. Where are you from?" Samad Salil AC: 17 (14...

He knew he was not perfect. He had managed to get lost on the way over, navigating though the busy, bustling streets. It was still so strange to him that so many people could live together, and yet still be strangers to each other. He was given directions, he was given looks, but he made it, and...

As he finished speaking, a potential employer started. A tower, no doubt dark and damp, filled with terrors. He was curious now. This might not make him his name, but it could get him some renown. Everything must start somewhere. and until he seized upon an opportunity, he would stagnate and...

Y'know, I could have sworn I'd seen Systole post something about teh n00b adventures in the Inn thread, but I don't see it now!

He was pulled away from his thoughts by a newcomer. He hadn't really though about it, but he missed the sand and the air of his home. "I don't," he replied, "People here are too busy, no courtesy towards neighbors... it smells."

Easy for you to say. I walked all the way up from the Rhat'manis Desert and boy are my arms tired.

Or not, as it would seem. The crowd had been a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it had led him to this inn, where he was now certain he could find work. On the other hand, he had lost the halfling in it. Dejected, he returned to the bar, and thought for a moment. Perhaps this was a sign...