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Olaf nods, encouragingly. "Interesting, interesting...but yes, please, any details that you can share would certainly be of great help to us in this endeavor. The nature of the interlopers, some estimate as to their numbers, anything of that sort."

"I do believe," Darrick interjects, with an apologetic look at Catherine, "That some attempt should be made to open diplomatic contact with the Deep Mist. If we can prevent any further misunderstandings, it would be to everyone's benefit. And, in any case, it seems that we share a common...

"He's clearly speaking to me," Olaf murmurs sotto voce, "As I'm most obviously a gentleman.... "Good day, my friend!" he booms as he steps forward. "My companions and I are here to speak to Master Caldwell, regarding his problematic castle. Are you the gentleman in question?"

Interlude: Mystery Date, part I On a cloudy night Eve watches the ships come in. One in particular holds her attention, careening several feet above the water through the never-quite-dark of Narayan harbor. It would be a fairly nondescript pleasure boat if it weren’t flying; apparently by means...

"Qualified. Eviction. Personnel," Olaf repeats, letting the words roll off his tongue. "I do like that. Clearly, this is a man with a proper sense of style and decorum. Although I cannot help but wonder what sort of inhabitants he's speaking of, eh?" He shrugs, chuckles, and drains his...

Leaning back in his chair, Olaf stares towards the ceiling as he takes a drink of his ale. "Might be worth seeking out this Caldwell fellow," he suggests to the air. "Hear what he has to say, what he has to offer." Lowering his gaze, he grimaces a little. "Me, I've spoken to enough churchmen...

"Seems large enough," Darrick muses, hefting the shield experimentally. "As a rule I favor steel, but this seems quite sturdy." It's a heavy shield, and that's what he's currently carrying. Have to have it painted with his family crest, but that's a small enough price to pay.... So far as...

"Ingwë!" Olaf exclaims, in a shocked tone. "How can you say such things to our dear friend Arn?" Turning to the old man, he spreads his hands and smiles. "It's the ale," he explains earnestly. "When viewed through a haze of alcohol, your face is almost bearable." Laughing far more than his...

"Gentlemen!" booms a voice, "I have returned! Rejoice or despair, as your temperment dictates, while I drink my fill! Be warned; this might take some time." Olaf the Red, grinning a magnanimous grin, stomps his way across the room, graciously acknowledging the various familiar faces that...

Olaf the Red Olaf the Red Lawful Human Dread Necromancer 1 -- Heroes Of Horror, page 85 Str: 10 Dex: 14 Con: 12 Int: 12 Wis: 12 Cha: 16 Fort: +1 Ref: +2 Will: +3 HP: 7 Speed: 30ft Initiative: +2 [+2 Dex] Armor Class: 15 [+2 Dex, +3 Armor] Flat-Footed AC: 13 Touch AC: 12 BAB: +0 Grapple...

"Better than I," Darrick admits ruefully, rubbing his arm. "Thankfully, Catherine was able to mend me." Laughing, he runs a hand along Steadfasts's neck. "If I can learn to fight even half so well as he does, I'll finally consider myself something of a warrior."

"It's good to be back," Darrick says quietly to himself as he dismounts. I didn't expect that, really, he thinks. Never really realized how much of a home this place had become.... Smiling faintly, he gives Steadfast a parting pat, and leaves the stables. No destination in mind, not yet...

I wouldn't worry -- I'm partially color blind, but I can still tell the difference. Mind you, I use the grey background, not the black.

Darrick winces at Charles' words. "Good point, that. Very good point. Last thing we want is to bring any more problems down on these people's backs. And they...whoever 'they' are...will be all the more motivated to stop us, if we head back to the academy. "But, say, does anyone recgonize...

Still here, still interested, and -- if there are no objections -- Olaf will speak in Red. Befitting his name.

Darricks sighs, rubbing his forehead. "So a prophet, rather than a spy? Not an improvement, I'm afraid. Magic's rather more difficult to counter than mundane espionage." He flushes a little, and adds "Or...ah...so I've read." Smiling a little sheepishly, Darrick continues, "I rather think...

Should any of them express an interest during his practice session, Darrick will see about finding an axe and chopping a few tree limbs to an appropriate length for any of the adolescents who might wish to learn a trick or two. "Not as good as an edge," he'll admit, slashing with a branch, "But...

Darrick spends the early morning tending to his armor and weapons; sharpening them, beating out the dents, scouring away whatever rust has dared accumulate. Hard to avoid it, in this humid jungle.... Following that, he spends some time with Steadfast; currying him, exercising him a bit and...

Darrick again moves up to Catherine's side, his sneer fading as he does. "We did what we had to," he says quietly. "For everyone's sake. We came here to help, and that's what we've done." Aid Another on Catherine's Diplomacy check, for a total of 23