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Patrons and staff members alike scurry hurriedly out of the way as the three thugs beat a hasty retreat towards the kitchen door. A handful of people in the crowd, now brandishing weapons of their own, seem conflicted as to whether or not they should intervene in the robbers' escape. Most seem...

The urchin offers the towering Brindon a proud grin following his healing handiwork. Returning the wand to the interior recesses of his magical liripoop, Dj'hân offers Edmond a stiff backed salute before turning and picking his way carefully down the bone strewn stairs. With his pseudodragon...

The collie seems friendly enough, though he shies away from anyone trying to pet him.

A "bull rush" maneuver can't be executed by pulling an "opponent"; it's a forceful push. Even if it were allowed under these circumstances Girri couldn't possibly roll high enough to move the half-elf the fifteen feet necessary to get her out the door. Not to mention that this is a readied...

Lying in the shade beneath a hay cart across the street from the garrison, Sandstone is quietly napping when the group first emerges from the public building. Woken by the sound of the engineer's exclamation of surprise, the tawny collie perks up his ears and raises his head to look around...

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Standing once more, Girri likewise pulls the half-elven woman to her feet and begins dragging her through the crowd along a route that parallels that of the departing mage. The young woman following behind whispers confusedly. "I... I think so. My vision is starting to clear. But... why are we...

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The half-elven woman allows herself to pulled to the ground. She seems slightly alarmed at the sound of Girri's chanting but relaxes when she hears the priestess invoke the blessing of Pharasma on her behalf. "You're... You're a nun?" As if suddenly reminded of something, the woman reaches down...

Giddy at their success, Dj'hân skips lightly back down the stairs; his childish giggling echoing off of the stone walls of the vacant crypt. The urchin takes a hold of Edmond's pant leg and, eyes wide with delight, begins yammering on excitedly. "D'ja see? D'ja see? I blew the dancing dead away...

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Bolstered by his success, Dj'hân giggles delightedly as he continues his tempestuous assault. The powerful downdraft of warm air grows steady and unrelenting as it ruffles the hair and clothing of the three men in the stairwell while simultaneously drying and crumbling the yellowed bones of the...

Having scurried 10-ft back up the stairs, Dj'hân turns and reaches out to take hold of the swirling air within the crypt. Once more a turbulent dust devil rises up and swirls around the tiny urchin. Unleashed, the desiccating sirocco blows harmlessly over and around his companions before...

Girri stumbles over to the tattooed half-elf, pulls her close and whispers in her pointed ear. At first the woman struggles in surprised panic but soon calms down once she recognizes the harrower's distinctive accent. "But... I am blind..." Meanwhile, the eye patch sporting woman walks boldly...

in the midst of a hundred panicked people blindly stumbling about, Girri has little reason to fear that her actions will be noticed. Indeed, the most threatening thing the harrower faces is a spilt drink and the probing hands of a blinded patron who stumbles into her. "Help me, please. I can't...

Edit: Oops. Neurotic ninja'd me. Dj'hân comes to an abrupt stop once the light of his circling will-o-wisp illuminates the giant animated skeleton further down the stairs. His breathing becomes fast and his tiny shoulders tremble lightly as the nightmarish monster clacks its beak at them...

Grinning up at Brindom, Dj'hân reaches into his liripoop past Majenko's head as the towering cleric begins hunting around for a makeshift club. In defiance of the cap's tiny size, the urchin carefully withdraws a tapered piece of hardwood as long as he is tall. Holding it up over his head, the...

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Dj'hân takes on an air somewhat more reminiscent of his typical boyish enthusiasm. "Why don't we just stay in the stairs and let em come up at us one at a time? I can hit em all with blasts of southern wind; dry em out till they crumble inta dust while you big guys bash em down in front."