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Ignoring the zombie that stubbornly refuses to stay down --which, come to think of it, is kind of its whole deal-- Bimpnott rushes forward to help his friend Albrecht with the hag. Just when Terry's spiritual weapon strikes at Gertrude, the firbolg steps in to follow up with two punches to the...

Duvrael hardly acknowledges Kaligan's actions that saved him from the wrathful orogs, although the wizard makes a mental note to treat the human as a near-equal later. A protector is useful, particularly in a fight. Those giants need to be taken care of first, however, and the yuan ti is glad...

"Thanks," Helgrim says sincerely as Vairar invites him to join. "Been hopin' to find allies to put them beasties in their place," he grimaces, "And ye're not terrible at fightin'. Just don't make a fuss an' save me skin if it comes to that, ye hear?" The dwarf is a great warrior, but not much...

Tuck doesn't talk, instead rushing to Custodio's side. His claws already digging through his backpack, the kobold produces the cure potion he took from the assassin Akos, himself and that Relgar fellow fought back in the Silverbow Inn. He's not quite sure how powerful this concoction is, but...

Realizing how close that huge spider is, Tuck carefully takes a step back, looking for a better angle while hopefully avoiding the arachnid's jaws. Once more his hands are a blur as the kobold shoots his crossbow, once, twice, thrice, four times in succession. Only the last bolt goes wide, the...

Duvrael grimaces as he is injured by the orogs' pikes, although luckily his magical shield and mage armor help prevent some of the damage. Tauntingly he smiles at both enemies, then hurls another mote of fire at the half-ogre to his left. Unlike the first spell, this mote does not explode into...

"Aeron called me Caerth," the half-orc replies, somewhat flustered from the sudden attention. "I earned the name Heart-of-Oak myself from the druids." There is pride in his words, but also a bit of anger and confusion. He does not remember Mazz... or does he? Not sure if I can roll something...

Helgrim nods as Lunn introduces himself, then answers Escella's question with a look of determination. "I'm not fer dying in me sleep, tha's fer sure," he spits, his eyes lighting up. "Been a warrior me whole life, and Moradin's not takin' me to his forge without an axe through me skull and me...

Realizing his invisibility will not keep him safe if he keeps tripping over things, Duvrael decides to go on the offensive. Moving past Kahru and the two scared orcs, the wizard grins as he sees the giant fall down. What a great line of sight to the next chamber! Intoning eldritch phrases and...

I like alignments a bit loose, not restricting PCs or NPCs but more speaking to general tendencies. That's why Caerth is so hesitant to reach out to a dragon, of whatever colour or alignment; a LG bully is still a bully. ;) (Edit: Wait, I'm not sure I see how a bully would be LG... but my point...

Ah, the rush of battle! Duvrael smiles as he, invisibly, watches allies and enemies going for each other's throats in an explosion of violence and blood, while he quietly saunders between the warriors. The orcs are a nuisance, and not for a moment does the yuan ti wizard worry about his...

"So what're ye doin' in these parts?" asks Helgrim after snoring half the night away. Luckily for the others, the ancient dwarf couldn't sleep after a sanitary break in the middle of the night, therefore sparing the area more louder-than-a-crowded-festival snoring. "Been escorting a caravan...

With a gasp, Bimpnott comes to again. Wide-eyed he looks at Terry, needing a few moments to gather his calm. "Thanks," he whispers, a blush appearing on his cheecks and his eyes averting, the firbolg quickly stands up. He focuses his attention on the zombie that floored him, and with his big...

Actually I wasn't planning on doing anything so complex, but it's a cool idea. There are two options here, although I'm not sure both actually work: 1. Cast the touch spell before the invisibility spell, so that when the familiar delivers it (if it can hold it until its own turn, and I'm not...

Having fallen down from grabbing the evil gem, Bimpnott is still reeling from the dark magic washing over him. He fails to see the zombie approach and knock him on the head. The world goes dark. Again. Sorry, didn't realize it was my turn in the initiative. Bimpnott is at 0/27 hp after that...

"Dolor!" Maladiel intones again, this time pointing at the guard who ordered them to stop and magically thrusting an invisible spike of hurtful might into the poor man's head. Then the half-elf moves to his right, off the tower remnants towards the watchtower still standing, hoping to be able...

Long, long years of studying magic are no help in building muscles. Sure, some of those spellbooks and tomes seem to weigh more than than the libraries they're in, but never did Duvrael have to carry such a monster for more than a few steps. So different from holding himself up by a rope...

I figured Angus would know about dragons and their alignments in general, and therefore his remarks make perfect sense. These dragons, specifically, can be of a different alignment, and not knowing too much about them, Caerth is still hesitant to approach any of them. Even True Neutral dragons...

"If I can cast that spell on one of the more powerful giants, perhaps even the king himself, then perhaps reinforcements will just think it an internal conflict," Duvrael grins coldly. "With luck, they will not even suspect our presence. If they are sleeping, it could be that many of our...