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Guard's head begins to shake again as the orange eyed face once again appears. "Now you're speaking my language!" She says in a harsh voice. She pushes her way to the bar and slams her fist down on the counter. "Barkeep, ale, now!" She barks. "My gears are dry as all hell!"

Torqua blushs for a moment and is then over come by a wave of vanity. "Well it's quite normal to feel this way when in the aura of my beauty. Dukes and princes have dropped at my feet, begging for my hand at the sight of me." The sorceress says, bending the truth a just a little bit. "But none...

"Unless he can survive without a head, I don't think you'll have to worry about Mr Sam or his thugs again." Torqua tells the kid thief. She then looks the thug who just stab her in the gut straight in the eye and smiles. "Will he?" The wide witch then casually walks up to the bandit and takes...

Guard's head seems to shake at the thought of going to the inn tonight. Suddenly her face seems to turn away into her helmet, revealing a more fearsome face. One four orange glowing eyes and sharp teeth. "Now you're talking!" she says. Then as quickly as it appeared, the face retreated back into...

Guard places her hand on Rydan's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll make both you family and your mentor proud." Guard says, trying to comfort the young wizard as best a magical robot can. "Perhaps I can introduce you to some of the priests of Moradin. They would be honoured to meet you." Guard scanned...

Beatrix rushes to the edge of town with the guard, her weapons drawn and her heart pounding. This would be the first time she would fight without the sisterhood backing her up. And from the sounds of things, it was going to be a big one. Malborka guard her, so much for a sleepy town. "Am...

"That wasn't very nice." Torqua matters, trying to ignore the pain of the dagger in her belly. With a clash of thunder, Torqua leaps back, sending a shockwave at the thug when she lands. The thug however is too quick and dodges out of the way, but it does give the wide witch some breathing room...

"Regardless of what has happened to your father's body, know that his soul is now among the honoured heroes in the realms of the gods." Guard says to Firil. "Please take some comfort in that." The Warforged reads the note and takes a moment to think it over. "I believe Strike has been to the...

Guard tries to answers the young wizard's questions as best she can. Yet there are so many of them and she doesn't know all the answers. Inside she can feel Strike getting bored with this kid. "The Warforged's bodies are created by by the smiths of Moradin and awoken by his Rune of Life. It is...

Guard felt out of place at this gathering. She was a warforged, an artificial being designed for battle. One of many warforged priestess created to serve Moradin. Guard had no true biological parents and wondered if it was insensitive of her to be here. She was also struggling to keep her other...

"Hey boys, you wanna see something red hot?" Torqua calls out to a pair of thugs. She takes a deep breath in, her belly starting to glow and shake as if there was a fire lit inside it. Then the fat sorceress bellows out a great cloud of flame, engulfing the two rogues in arcane fire. Torqua...

"Afraid I have no time for sitting." Beatrix says, hearing the cry from outside town. "Someone is needing to check that noise out. Keep seat warm for me, ja?" With that, the large cleric leaves the guard behind and returns to Siarla. "Am thinking is best for you to stay here for the moment."...

Noticing a thug too close to the priest and kid thief for comfort, Torqua launches a ball of magical acid at him, hoping to get rid of the henchman before taking on Mr Sams. Using Acid Orb against Thug 5 1d20+6=22 Hit vs Ref Damage: 1d10+8=15 15 Acid Damage against Thug 5 I get +1 to attacks...

Initiative: 1d20+1=7 Will post actions when I get the chance.

"Are they being friends of yours?" Beatrix asks before approaching the guards. "Greetings. I am Sister Wall-Sentry Beatrix Merriburg, servant of the Goddess, Malborka." The large cleric says to the guard. "I have been sent on behalf of the Great Sisterhood of Malborka to offer my service to...

Torqua looks over to Mr Sams and his two henchmen, eying Leather and going for their weapons. "Stay here kid." She says, patting him on his shoulders. "I'll take care of Mr Sams." The sorceress goes up to Brother Navio and points out the gang members. "I think we might have trouble. See that...

"Well if this 'Mr. Sams' thinks he can get away with hitting kids and making them do his dirty work, he's bitten off more than he can chew, namely me!" Torqua says, putting her hands on her hips and sticking out her chest like the egotistic heroine she is. "Any idea where he is?" "Listen kid...

The anger fads from Torqua. "Well I suppose I'll forgive you. In fact, I'm almost impressed from me, the super-sized sorceress, the massive mage, Torqua Debu! You're lucky I'm so compassionate, else I would been forced unleash my magical might against you" She says, summoning a tiny fireball on...

Guard/Strike (Player: Goldhammer) Warforged Runepriestess: 1 (Good, Moradin) Background: Experimental Prototype (+2 to Athletics) Theme: Ordained Priest Str : 18 (+4) Dex: 12 (+1) Wis: 13 (+1) Con: 16 (+3) Int: 11 (+0) Cha: 10 (+0) Initiative: +1 Speed: 5 Passive Insight: 11 Passive Perception...

Torqua pushes her way through the crowds, trying to find the little brat who tried to steal her money. Perception test: 1d20+5=25