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Folks, I'll be updating the IC thread tonight after I get home from work, NPCing anybody who needs it. Thanks!

Everyone, don't forget to update your character sheets with the stuff Barton found in the saddlebags!

"Down that way," Barton gestures toward the path to the northeast. "It sounds like...harps? Should we investigate?"

Evo, you forced my hand just a bit, with Karastro's action IC. But, it's okay. :) It stands to reason that with the door being chopped down and people talking/shouting below, those above would hear and be able to respond. So, Coldan and Edlin can also take action in response to the outbreak of...

Sure, you could do that! edit: And did, apparently! :)

You Are Here (Coldan, nervous about taking an unwanted dip in the river, hung back while Edlin and Karastro headed across the boardwalk to check out the barge.)

Interesting idea. The adventure doesn't mention this avenue specifically at any point, but in looking at the maps, it does look like it should be possible. Just don't forget that the upper boardwalk has shown many signs of instability as people have passed to and fro upon it. :]

Barton comes to stand behind Nameless, his interest also caught by the strange scroll. He crinkles his nose at the smell coming from the sack. Just then, he raises his head and frowns. "Brethren, do you hear something? Is that music? How odd."

Thank you, it feels great! :D

1: I'll address this IC, after a round of combat has passed. Coldan would have been able to hear Gadeann's poleaxe chopping down the door, certainly, so he could respond to that, if you deem it appropriate to his character. 2: The way below is down through the bay opening on the fishery floor...

**Casts Resurrect** (again) At long last, there is a new IC post up! And, it's a pretty good one. Time to settle the score... :) Seriously, thank you all for bearing with my issues this summer. I really do think we're ready to get this thing moving regularly again. Game on!

ABOVE The warlock climbs over the side of the barge, but as soon as his weight sets down on the rotten deck of the boat, the wood collapses! Only through his quick reaction speed (REF save succeeds) does Karastro manage to leap clear of the large hole left in the middle of the deck. The pungent...

Brother Barton, 5/6 hp Barton stumbles back with an "Oof!" as the saddlebag suddenly flies out from under the dead horse. Recovering himself, he sets to gathering up the useful items that spilled forth from within. Looking at the steel vials, he nods in satisfaction. "Curative draughts, if I...

Brother Barton, 5/6 hp Barton pays little heed to Kronk's fussing or Kira's teasing. He quietly turns his attention to the dead warhorse, trying to shift its weight so as to free the saddlebags beneath.

Brother Barton, 4/6 hp In the wake of crushing the last dog's skull, Barton lowers his weapon and takes a moment to breathe in the silent clearing. "Thus do we exert the will of the Morning Lord," he murmurs at last. Observing the bite wound in his own leg, and the more serious bites incurred...

"An end to this...now!" shouts Brother Barton as his mace falls once more upon the last remaining dog with a furious 'CRUNCH'. Barton vs. mongrel dogs, Rd 3, Attack and Damage (1d20+2=19, 1d8+1=5)

Barton grimaces as the dog's fangs rip a bite out of his leg, but he exacts retribution by smashing in the mongrel's head with his mace. Turning to the next nearest dog, Barton calls to his dwarven companion, "Hold fast, Brother Kronk! The Fist of the Lightbringer comes!" He swings his bloodied...

You're right, timbuktu, sorry. I forgot that the cleric gets that extra +1 attack bonus in addition to his strength. Thanks for the reminder! :)

"Mongrels, you stand in the way of the Morning Lord's righteous quest! Desist or be smitten!" Barton knows full well these hungry animals don't understand his words, but he speaks them out of zeal. He lumbers forward and swings his mace down with a solid blow aimed at the head of the nearest...

"Where the Morninglord's light does not shine freely, we must make our own," proclaims Brother Barton solemnly. He rummages in his pack for a few moments and produces a torch and flint. He sets the end of the torch alight, and hoists the flaming brand over his head in his left hand. With his...