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The tiny hovering urchin rolls his overlarge eyes as the frost motes around him vaporize and disappear in the quickly warming air swirling around him. "Are you two done with your chat yet? Sheesh!..." With a dismissive wave of a tiny hand, Dj'hân unleashes a desiccating wind upon the three...

OOC: Edmond is the only character who stated that he didn't require any silver weapons, so I think it's safe to assume that Manachan and Brindom each picked up one of the daggers. Just because no one said otherwise doesn't mean that the silver daggers were simply left behind on the ground... :p

OOC: Dj'hân offered silver daggers to both Manachan and Brindom; I assumed they took them.

Majenko launches himself at the rearmost ratman with a powerful downbeat of wings. Hissing, the tiny dragon arcs up and descends upon the monster, whipping its barbed tail at it from above as ratman is distractedly cranking back the winch of its crossbow. ...or if he bother to use either the...

Dj'hân worms his way out of the liripoop in clutched in Majenko's teeth and, leaping atop a sudden updraft, quickly rises to the ceiling up over the subdued ratman. Surrounding himself in whirling vortex of ice motes, the urchin spins and unleashes a blast of enveloping arctic air at the three...

Seeing that the nearby ratmen are seemingly distracted by the clash at the room's other entryway, Majenko stealthily slinks around the corner and behind the nearby column to his right. Raising his sinuous tail, the pseudodragon carefully reaches forward and hooks its barbed stinger around the...

Are you able to special order these other sets?

$6-7 dollars for S&H isn't too bad. Many places seem to be charging $15-20 for S&H to Canada. Bronze and copper GS dice can be found here.

I've sent them an email inquiring about their shipping policy. Thanks for the tip. :) I've nothing against American companies; just that their shipping rates to Canada often seem excessive. I took a look at your site. Can you tell me what shipping might be for 1-3 sets of dice? Also, do you...

Tell me about it... :heh:

I'm looking for a Canadian distributor of Gamescience Dice that'll ship an order to me in Montreal at a reasonable price. I could easily order from a multitude of Amercan companies, but I'd likely end up paying as much for the cross-border shipping as I would for the dice themselves. Anyone know...

The liripoop clutched delicately in his teeth, Majenko slinks stealthily towards the right-wing side tunnel to carefully peek around the corner.

Just wondering if there's something holding up the game.

Sensing the approach of some other creature, the injured pseudodragon quickly descends and, shifting its scales' coloration, lays in wait for it to draw close enough to sting. OOC: Five foot step down and readying an action. Using stealth to hide amidst the giant rat carcasses if possible or...

OOC: Could we get a new map showing these new rooms and tunnels?

OOC: Damn. Lost my first post. Site seems buggy this morning. :rant: Majenko hisses in pain and launches himself into the air with a furious downbeat of his leathery wings. Beating the air rhythmically, the pseudodragon hovers up out of danger near the ceiling. Poking his tiny head out of the...

Dj'hân disapears back into his liripoop as Majenko picks up the cap in his teeth. The pseudodragon then scurries away into one of the narrow cracks along the northern wall; his scales darkening as he enters. OOC: Stealth.

Dj'hân, breathing heavily, looks up at Edmond, shrugs sheepishly and whispers. "I was afraid what he might do if he didn't agree with your offer. Sorry." Without delay, Majenko rushes forward and stings the ratmen laid low by the holy knight's spell before it has a chance to recover. OOC...

OOC: Dj'hân is in the wrong square. Majenko was carrying him in his hat until just a moment ago, so they should be in the same square. Seeing that the remaining ratman is coming out of his stuppor and about to act, Dj'hân conjures and directs a frigid north wind to envelop the creature and its...

Setting down the liripoop he'd been clutching in his mouth, the pseudodragon curls its barbed tail up over his head threateningly as he quickly looks around before scurrying towards the lone standing ratman. A stray though passes through Edmond's mind. Quietly now; before it can call out...