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Looking good... I did say no Warlocks but seeing as you've gone to the trouble of statting everything out I'll let it slide. :-) We're just waiting for a full character sheet from Orcassam the Dwarf cleric and I'll start working out how to write you into the story. Currently the party are...

I'll copy/paste the bits & pieces from the original character generation thread: The game will be set in 'early 3rd ed' FR so: no Warlocks, Dragonborn, Tieflings (i.e. nothing not in the ye olde 3.0 edition PHB) - this is more for my sake as I'll be using an old 3rd ed Forgotten Realms...

I'm running Hoard of the Dragon Queen here: http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?389291-Hoard-of-the-Dragon-Queen-Chapter-1&p=6453035#post6453035 But the group has had a few dropouts, so there's space for another three characters. Currently the party includes: Wood Elf Fighter Elf...

Ttwo kobolds burst out of the front door and rush towards the cart, looking behind them at the tavern, the flames now beginning to reach the lower floors. A second later, one of the kobolds falls to the ground and gurgles, an arrow through it's throat courtesy of Erevan. The remaining kobold...

[OOC: Robert the sorceror has also had to drop out of the game, leaving us with three players. I'll write him and Rolen out of the story at some point, and will put up a recruitment thread to see if we can get the numbers back up to full strength. We're in a new round now.] INITIATIVE ORDER...

Pieter shuddered briefly at the sounds of the kobolds, memories of their cruel tortures still fresh in his mind. But he is given hope by the mysterious warning that Typhon saw fit to grant him. Who would have thought such a potent relic would have fallen into his hands... His wandering thoughts...

Pieter moves closer to the statue, to examine the craftsmanship and detail in the carvings. It was fascinating to see something in real life that he had previously seen only in scrolls and dusty tomes. Reading and writing was difficult for Pieter, but he had always enjoyed poring over the...

One of the kobolds leaps up onto a table and pulls the net tight, oblivious to the presence of your group. Renestrae has an easy shot as it's back is turned, and the kobold goes down with an arrow between the shoulder blades. It tumbles from the table, entangling itself in the net as it falls...

Pieter shifts uneasily. What kind of people have I fallen in with here? Stealing tribute from the Gods? From Typhon, none the less? "I... really would rather we didn't interfere. I'm sure there must be richer pickings in the depths of these dungeons for us to plunder once we've rescued Vindar."

Pieter cautiously moves closer to the statue. "This is Typhon." he says with a mixture of awe and fascination. "These rods... the Fasces. An old holy symbol. Not many people know about this, but I've seen pictures in the old Thulian scrolls." He looks down at the coins. "Would it be wise to...

Tock meanwhile has entered the room and is investigating the second skeleton at the foot of the tomb, the one with the dagger. "How strange. Why would a person ever choose to end their own life?" he asks to nobody in particular. "What would have driven them to make such a decision?" He kneels...

Pieter stretches his arms cautiously and rolls his shoulders as he tests the fit of the armour. Uncomfortable, certainly, but it will suffice. He hopes it serves him better than it did Rayna. He hefts the iron spit in both hands, testing the grip. It's longer and differently weighted than his...

"No, I... I think you're right. Perhaps if we can retrace our steps to the Red Door, we can come back for him and get him out that way. He's in no state to be taken on dangerous mountain paths and cliffs. But please, let us hurry and clear the way for him - you've already seen what being in this...

"I agree, Bartleby. But it would seem we are faced with another locked door. Shall we try to break through, or could our nimble fingered friend help us here?" ​asks Tock.

"Yes... I suppose you're right. If you think he will be safe here..." says Pieter reluctantly, as he kneels down next to Vindar. "Vindar... it's me, Pieter. We are NOT leaving you here to your fate. We WILL be back for you. Do you understand, Vindar? We WILL be back for you." he says firmly...

"The Red Doors... they would be here." says Pieter, pointing them out on his crude map. "This is where we entered. We were trying to find out what was going on within the mountain and if any dangers might threaten Adamas or Muntburg. I was brought along for my skills with pen, ink and paper, as...

[OOC: Not sure how much Pieter knows about the purpose of the Fists' dungeon delving or if they did indeed enter via the Red Doors?]

"Bows and blades? No, I can't take those." says Pieter apologetically. "It would be a violation of the holy vows I have taken to Typhon. But... if some armour could be found, or fashioned, I would be thankful for it." [OOC: Not sure how much information/area knowledge Pieter would have as part...

Tock watches with a mixture of curiosity and puzzlement as his fellow adventurers indulge in the subtle art of throwing of hammers at ladders, but nonetheless follows Aeyian and Rejik onwards.

Pieter sighs in relief and rubs his wrists where the chains have chafed him after being freed by Klyman. He looks somewhat skeptical when offered some of MIdgrim's rations. "I don't think I'll be able to eat your.... oh, trail rations! Thank you." His father had always told him that Dwarves eat...