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Kessel regards the sword minutely for a while, then nods. Shortly thereafter, Granthus returns with the wand, nodding. "Genuine, and fully charged." Kessel nods as he hears Granthus's report, then regards the recruits calmly. "A hundred for the sword, fifty for the wand." He folds his...

Devon steps to the side, then swings at a wounded zombie--and misses. The wolf rushes at the zombie Marcus wounded earlier and throws it to the ground. Liev takes a step over his downed foe, and fires his ray of frost at a wounded zombie, striking it soundly in the chest. Norani rushes up and...

Yep, Fighter GP. Now, about the Jannissaries... As luck would have it, Guy hired a bunch of Janissaries and Monks from the Society of the Slaying Hand. (The Society has two branches--the Janissaries are the Slaying Sword, the Monks are the Slaying Fist.) They are staying at their own little...

Granthus nods. "Well, such a deal must be handled by Master Gyse." Granthus steps back to the stocky man slumbering at his desk, and gives him a shake. "Master Gyse, some gentlemen have some items they wish to sell you." The rheumy-eyed Kessel Gyse awakens, with a yawn. "Sell? By the...

Devon slashes at the zombie he previously hit, striking it again soundly in the chest. The wolf tears at the zombie that struck it, severing its spine, then rushes behind the zombie that is attacking Liev. Liev jabs forward, tearing a portion from the zombie's side. Marcus slashes through the...

Among Majera Alsea's most fervant supporters are the Razirkas, a powerful family of "Oldblood" nobles. Under the leadership of the family patriarch, Elsus Razirka, they had managed to gain rulership of five cities before the present war began--Razir (their home city), Kalavin, Morlene...

Granthus arches one eyebrow into a look of patrician disdain. "A proper price would be those two coins right there--and eight more just like it." He curves his lips into something that would best be called a smile. "Understand my friend--you are not dealing with some backwater vendor of...

The parties, depending on what one you wish to join, are in a ruined Azerai fortress fighting a horde of zombies, and a camp/town named 'New Holyhall'. The second group, the 'On the Town' group are perhaps ideal for joining--though there is a now NPC Druid named Devon who's up for grabs in...

The Yellow Scarves are fierce bandits serving the interests of a local mystic in the West. It is their belief that a new age will be dawning in Aleasana soon.

(Certainly. I'll edit it in.)

(Reply--he's definitely looking to make the most profitable sale he can, but he seems reasonably honest about it.)

Devon steps to the side and attacks the injured zombie, but misses. The wolf rushes forward and tears a huge section out of a zombie's stomach. Liev lashes out with shortspear. He jabs the creature, but it doesn't seem to have much effect. Marcus would like to maneuver around to Norani, but...

Here are the... The 'On the Town' thread. 'In the Woods' thread. The OOC thread. My 'Tur An Tiel' thread.

(Init... Devon, Wolf...19 Liev...16 Marcus 12 Norani, Zombies...10 Haemor...6) The Wolf tears at the Zombie before him, and tears into its leg, pulling the beast in two, while Devon slashes at the Zombie he wounded earlier, neatly severing its head and causing it to collapse on the ground...

It's been fun, Timothy. ... Also, for any looking to fill the sudden gap in their lives, I'm looking for about three players in my Tur An Tiel campaigns...

Granthus's face takes on a polite, but definite sneer. "Well, sir, allow me to state that spidersilk is as fine as gossamer--but it's also as strong as steel." He gives it a yank, demonstrating an impressive amount of strength. "This is not only a more attractive fabric then the canvas--it is...

"It depends," notes the magistrate. "In the case of a blood sorcerer, it is death on the spot. Too dangerous to keep alive. In the case of an assistant, it is a matter of whether he is to be given a death of Example, or Expediency."

Granthus nods. "Certainly." He claps his hand. "Gelf! Get the A-Grade and the D-Grade tents!" The Thari bows, and rushes off, then comes back with two strips of fabric. Granthus smiles. "As both tents use the same frame, naturally that is not an issue. Merely the tent itself." He...

Marcus's axe chops down at the zombie before him, cutting an amazing chunk out of its stomach, sending guts flying--but the thing clings to its twisted mockery of life.. Hemaor, some ways a way, attacks the zombie before him, and with a lucky stroke, cuts it cleanly in two. Hemaor's wolf...

Pan Chou regards the defiler severely. "You know, do you not, that the penalty for your actions can be death?" He unsheathes his blade. "And if you do not speak, it will be..."