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"Huge? Of course hammer is being huge. It needs to be huge to crush evil. But you will never be lifting it with that attitude." Beatrix says "First you must have believe that you can lift it. Then nothing seems too big to lift. Faith makes the smallest of us into giants and makes mountains...

Beatrix listens to Siarla talk for what seems like forever, until something catches her attention. "Sal? Who is being this Sal?" The large cleric asks. "Is seeming foolish to give away map for herbs. Sisterhood has many herbs, use mostly for cooking. Some used for healing. Can use both to make...

"Impressive. I'm planning on starting my own alchemy store myself, but I'm sure I had my own circus act, I'll be quite the hit." Torqua declares, causing a small shower of harmless sparks to appear out of her glove. Suddenly Torqua notices a young lad in rags attempting to steal her gold...

"Oh cold is not that bad. After awhile, you become so tough, you don't even notice it. Farm boys help too." Beatrix adds with a sly smile. "As for these adventurers of yours, well sometimes hero is someone who is having good luck. And if luck can save young girl, then who is to complain?"...

Torqua takes a moment to browse the local market, searching for ingredients to use her potions. She suddenly distracted by Fhrangrim's wagon. "I could one of those. It would be the perfect as a mobile alchemy store." The massive alchemist thinks as she inspects the carriage. "Something large and...

Hey before we get started, can I swap my feat 'warforged faith' for 'light of order'? It's for fluff more than anything else. My runepriest glows different coloured light depending on what rune state she's in.

Torqua drools as visions of riches dance in her mind. A mountain, NO, mountains of gold and gems just waiting for her. All they needed was to get that ring working again. "Give me one second." The large sorceress says, running back to the bar to finish off her last few plates of food, then...

"Oh Leather, you could give any bard a run for their money with that silver tongue of yours." Torqua finally says, stepping up to the plate. Without asking, she picks the ring and brings it up her eye. "Well, it's definitely jade of some kind. Glazed with a magical mixture to seal in the magic...

OOC: sorry I haven't posted yet. Internet went down and trying to write long posts on a mobile is not fun. In the meantime, here's a nature roll to study the material of the ring, since I dont think anyone done that yet. 1d20+7=26 Will have the rp post tomorrow, when I can find a computer...

Torqua nearly shallows her fork whole when she sees the terrifying sight of a dragon sticking it's head through the bar door. She's more annoyed than relieved to discover it's well and truly dead. "Well I guess that's somewhat impressive." She mutters, sounding almost envious. She then overhears...

Well I finished updating Guard/Strike character sheet in post #52 She's got a background now and everything

"Oh please, it was no trouble. It would be ill-befitting of me to eat while you go without nothing." Torqua says as a large collection plates overflowing with food are placed before her, almost covering the whole bar. "Well if it's adventure you seek, then this inn is the perfect hotspot for...

UPDATE: My Warforged Runepriestess is finished. 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...

Torqua gives a polite wave back to the large goblinoid and smiles. "Poor dumb fool." She thinks. "Wonder if I could trick him into buying me one of those giant steaks he was eating." Torqua laughs merrily, her whole body jiggling like a bowl full of jelly. "Quite the character, aren't you?"...

No, dont worry about it. I going with my warforged runepriest

I'm thinking warforged. Maybe paladin or fighter or runepriest or something.

The front doors of the tavern swung open as a mountain of a woman entered the room. She's fat beyond belief, weighting in at least 550 pounds, maybe more. Yet she walked with such unimaginable ease, an aura of arrogance radiating from her as she made her way to the bar. "Make way for Torqua...

I'll be happy to give it a go.

Beatrix sighs, looking a little disappointed. "Well, there are temples of Malborka where priests are small. They do many great deeds in her name and there are many who own their lives to them." "But if you want to join best temple of Malborka, you join Sisterhood!" The cleric says more...

Ooc: oh sorry, I must have missed that