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Deacon Fevre nods in agreement. "Truth be told, Master Lukar, I must question the sanity of your actions. You say you seek better treatment for your entire race, and yet your actions stand a very good chance of causing all in the North to regard dwarfs with suspicion and hostility--even...

"I'm investigating unusual occurences. Animal mutilations--creature sightings--UFOs--possible abductions..." He shakes his head. "Hell, I'd be checking out stigmata, glossolia, and weeping Virgin Mary's if they were showing up..."

Jacob shrugs. "That's one of the things I'm planning to investigate. But I'll be honest with you--I think we may be working on a time limit here. If Groversville winds up fitting what I call the 'Mothman' profile, we're going to see escalating occurences, culminating in a horrific event. And...

He goes by his given name. His real name is a secret.

"A cassette showing a bunch of kids watching a UFO. A real UFO," says Jacob smiling. "Or a fake so monumentally good, it would require so much resources invested in it to count as something worth investigating on its own..."

Stick with sblocks. And feel free to make your real name up.

"I never... met Ms. Allen before tonight. In fact, I'd never even heard of her. My next lead was to try and find someone willing to answer questions about a tape I have, and probably to check out local legends." He glances around. "Sometimes these things go way back--they just take their...

Lazlow Lawful Evil will be fine, as long as you don't kill party members, and act like a jackass. And the Tower of Secrets has been mentioned quite a bit, but not detailed. Not that I'd worry--as a 1st level apprentice, you don't know very much. Still, the following details--you wear black...

Yes, Rillian, you can buy potions... Also, some backstory for you... Once you joined the Order, you were under the instruction of a mighty Ogre janissary named Krall, under whose harsh discipline and constant oaths to the Deirj you learnt your trade. Eventually, you were deemed worthy, and...

Assuming Jacob gets his gun back, he holsters it, then glances at Agent Brown. "If you're looking for a good meeting place, I suggest the cafe. Reasonably quiet, and they serve a fine cup of coffee--and some damn good cherry pie," he notes quietly.

Jacob calmly gets out of the car. "I know my rights fine, Mr. Andrews. But I also know having official approval makes things go a lot smoother, and right now, I want things going as smooth as possible."

Well, as I said, it gets an AC increase 'as a Monk'. So AC Bonus starts at +0 + Wisdom Bonus, and increases by one every 5 levels. Lazlow, yes, I've got room for one more. And Bloodweaver--simple human fighters are fine. Also, Tur An Tiel Ogres replace half-orcs statwise--they get the same...

Jacob glances at the two Federal agents. "Could one of you come with me on this? I'd like the Sherriff to know that this was all a big misunderstanding, and I don't think he'll just take my word for it..."

The Deacon nods to Seguith's suggestion. "Agreed. But I also feel we should politely refuse their offer to meet in the barricades." He smiles darkly. "Something tells me our Dwarven Comittee for Equal Rights would not be adverse to trading up hostages..."

Rook glares at the man who has, while no doubt trying to 'keep his cover', blown it by repeatedly threatening to kill him. "What I mean, Crockett, is that I know how to keep secrets when there's danger involved, and this place has a giant 'Radioactive' sign on it. It's started something here...

Jacob looks Agent Brown levelly in the eye. "When I was in England researching Loch Ness, back in the 90s, I made an interesting discovery--there wasn't anything there. There were a lot of tourists showing up, there were a lot of nutters seeing things, but there was NOTHING that justified all...

A wizard would be fine. Tell me, which would you rather be--a scion of an ancient tradition of darkness, or an enlightened scholastic from the world's only real democracy...?

Yes, go ahead, start assigning stats. Surya's domains are Chaos, Good, Sun, and War. Her favored weapon is a greatsword, though many of her priests prefer longswords.

As soon as he is told he may enter, Obeah Swiftwing bounds in. "Solanum! My old friend!" His eyes goes wide as he notices Aert. "And the Master of the Silver Robes! This is fortunate, for the matters I have to discuss concern matters we have discuss often in our letters of late." He...

Actually, it's more the fact that the Slaying Sword trains most of your janissaries in Tur An Tiel. As for the Order of the Axe--its logical base would be Graes--land of a hundred secret societies. As for your small town--there are half a dozen nameless (or practically nameless) villages on...