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Moving past the fallen flind and the other dwarf, Helgrim faces the closest gnoll that burst into the room head-on. Charging with his shield up, the old dwarven warrior knocks his enemy's weapon aside and follows up with a slash at the now-exposed flank. The battleaxe almost takes out the...

For a while now, Maladiel has felt something almost like familiarity with the place they are moving through. Twisted, and not just because it seems like a lifetime ago. Mal's early years were spent as a dirt poor orphan in Metrol, and even though he never came to this part of town, somehow he...

That should be no problem with a +18 on Hide. :P Hide check: 1D20+18 = [15]+18 = 33 Yeah, the SRD says "weapon damage rolls", so no bonuses on that account.

Tuck curses in his native Draconic. "They were waiting for us," he concludes, then moves back to the front of the store while retrieving a fragile looking vial from his magical bag. Seeing two people moving in front of the open window, the crafty kobold tosses the glass vial outside, where it...

I know, and I love what you did. PbP needs more action than words. :D

Maybe it’s friendly! Or at least Caerth wants to try that. On his turn. Which is not first. Or second. Maybe third… Initiative Caerth: 1D20+3 = [4]+3 = 7

”A red wiz’rd?!” Helgrim curses something foul in Dwarven, then looks towards the door to the study. ”Careful, lads,” he cautions, ”Them mages’re a dang’rous sort.” Carefully the ancient dwarf inches closer, shield raised, ready and eager to charge at the Thayan spellslinger as soon as the...

Maladiel looks in disgust at the plants now growing out of his companions. Even if that viny thing may help in some way, it still isn’t what the Khorovar considers pretty or, well, not-repulsive. ”Keep that away from the rest of us, alright?” he says with a hint of anxiety.

Duvrael is overjoyed, although he does not show such emotions, because in spite of everything he knows about hill giants, there actually seems to be something of interest to be found here. Matters of an occult nature, even, or so it seems, and the wizard hardly notices Doc slipping away until...

Caerth frowns at Litrix, annoyed at the direct approach he takes (or plans). If whoever lives here is hostile, any chance of sneaking by will be lost. Instead the druid tries to recall which humanoids, or animals that can be trained to use a privvy, smell that bad. Hopefully he can come...

"These candles all smell too much," Tuck makes smalltalk with Vincenco. "A candle is a tool, no need for it to smell like anything other than wax and smoke, don't you think?" As the kobold moves about the store, acting in a way that he hopes appears oblivious to the peeping tom, he picks up a...

I agree with the proposal by Neurotic, and will take the aforementioned treasure for Tuck (the vest and boots replacing the tabard) if nobody objects. Adding those to the RG now. This means I have a +1 mithral shirt to be taken by somebody else. Perhaps one of the halfling Elites? Edit: I...

I've been ill and therefore absent again; apologies. Fortunately I'm up and running again, so I'm catching up with my games now. Expect an IC post soon. (Posting this to all my games.) I'll take a look. I like that Neurotic already has an idea, so I don't have to spend too much time on it...

I've been ill and therefore absent again; apologies. Fortunately I'm up and running again, so I'm catching up with my games now. Expect an IC post soon. (Posting this to all my games.)

I've been ill and therefore absent again; apologies. Fortunately I'm up and running again, so I'm catching up with my games now. Expect an IC post soon. (Posting this to all my games.)

I've been ill and therefore absent again; apologies. Fortunately I'm up and running again, so I'm catching up with my games now. Expect an IC post soon. (Posting this to all my games.)

I've been ill and therefore absent again; apologies. Fortunately I'm up and running again, so I'm catching up with my games now. Expect an IC post soon. (Posting this to all my games.)

"We should keep moving," Maladiel whispers, not trusting anything in these lands. He pauses, hoping to see Malix and the others leave the flower and everything else alone.