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"Very well," says Swiftwing with a bow. "Now realize that this tale is the result of guesswork, and siftings at old legends, so I can not vouch for it's utter accuracy--still, the wise of the present day suspect it to be the truth..." He coughs slightly, clearing his throat. "Three great wars...

Obeah Swiftwing glances at Liev amused. "Your friend here as the right of it, though I feel I should elaborate. The Purple Eyes are the ruling tribe of Vathi, so called because they paint their eyes in the Rus fashion. They are group of dark wizards and priests--some have even managed to...

OOC: Okay, I don't have a map scanned, but I can give you the general layout of the area. The place you stopped is twenty feat across. The place where the goblin stands is fifty across--he is located in the middle. Your starting point is sixty feet from the goblin. Thus, assuming you...

Well, I am waiting for approval on this, but I'm basing this on history--quite a few noble bastards wound up in the Church, since it gave them a livelihood while shunting them neatly away from matters of succession. Remember, moral issues or not, bastards are a nuisance in any society largely...

Voila... Anguis Fevre Aristocrat 1/Cleric 4 AL: Lawful Evil Str: 10 Dex: 11 Con: 10 Int: 14 (+2) Wis: 18 (+4) Cha: 14 (+2) HP:32 Init: +4 AC: 22 (+9 Armor, +3 Shield) Flatfooted: 19 (+9 Armor) Touch 10 BAB: +3 Melee: +3 Ranged: +3 Fort: +4 Ref: +1 Will: +10 Skills Bluff 8 ranks, +2 Cha...

Seeing that I felled him, another attack at the second guard, during the same round. (Cleave) (8 + 5= 13) (Also, was the attack made against my present AC of 21? Expertise -4 to attack, +4 to AC)

The obeah gives a fond laugh at Liev's statements. "Relax, child. The Purple Eyes but seek Azerai weapons, and the might of Vaaldusk. They have not claimed them yet--and it is my hope they never shall."

Swiftwing raises his hand, a gentle smile on his lips. "No need of forgiveness, young Devon. Your master has oft told me of your progress, in our corespondence." He shakes his head. "I must be quick and leap to the point. The Purple Eyes, those ambitious scions of their iron god, have from...

As the battle continues, Caradoc chants a charm to befuddle the goblin wizard--that has, alas, no effect. Graevel quickly slides into his armor, and then readies his weapons. Weel chants his command--but the Goblin merely shakes his head, then gestures at Alan. A cone of dazzling color bursts...

House Ara is fine. Just one question--can I perhaps go with single class cleric to begin with? It does have, after all, the political skills necessary for this profession.

I have to admit, I'm interested. Do you have room for a dangerous House Vela diplomat with hidden agendas?

Inside the tent sits a wizened old Wood Goblin, wearing an elaborate feathered headdress. "Greetings," he states with a nod. "Students of Nightshade--wanderers and dwellers in the Wood--well met all. I am Kesh Swiftwing, Obeah for the Seven Leaf tribe. I fear I must share with you dark...

Ahh, Kipling. The poetic equivalent of nails on the chalkboard, followed by yodelling. I like to think in some form of the afterlife, he and Edgar Guest are hanging out right now. I'll be watching this one with interest. ;)

A pair of Wood Goblins step forward and give the wolf a drink. "For the venom," one explains to Hemaor. Then Loas motions them to follow him. He leads them through winding walkways to one tent that glistens with rich decoration--swirling patterns that show the history of this tribe's heroes...

Initiative: Alan = 22 Caradoc = 13 Graevel = 11 Weel, Goblin = 10 1st round Alan rushes forward, tossing his halfspear at the goblin. However, the throw goes wild, missing the goblin completely, and bouncing off the nearby mountainside to fall into the chasm. (Ranged attack roll of 8, 71 for...

Origen nods. "That's about right. And keep your wits about you--an ambush can strike you from any--" At that moment, a burning bolt smashes into his chest, tearing his ribcage to bits, and burning much of his body. Origen falls off his saddle, dead. A sickly smell of roasted meat wafts...

Sounds fine to me, though I would like to see if Jacob can get his question answered...

After roughly half a minute, the sleet storm ends. When it is done, the ice melts, almost instantly. Bernlad gestures ahead. A group of Hill Goblins stand ahead in the trail, a Mountain Goblin wearing red and grey robes behind them. "There's the bastards who done in Kaspar!" he shouts...

Climbing the ladder, you find yourself on a walkway. Numerous tents have set up on the trees, each of them joined by a series of walkways and planks. Enormous bats and large spiders can be seen around, while Wood Goblins go about their daily business.

After five hours riding, a sudden storm bombards the travellers. The sleet that falls is so heavy, it is impossible for a person to see more than a few feet in front of their face. "Keep still, everyone! Keep still!" states Helm. "Sir! I think I see someone up ahead! I'll--" comes...