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Aye. So, change of plans? Dogged persual? Anyone out there?

Swoop! I'd love to play in this game, and I've got a character I've been jonesin' to take for a spin- a paladin, but not a typical one. A pugulist paladin! Based on sort of the "western" style of hero, who deals out simple justice with his fists. Improved Unarmed Strike, Vow of Poverty and...

"Back up and encircle it!" shouts Fant, and heads over to follow her own advice. "Ishmael, with me!" An odd thought crosses her mind- she's done this before: fighting an animated suit of armor after a tatooed, greatsword-wielding ally breaks down a magically locked door. Curious, she thinks...

"Hopefully nothing important," mutters Fant, probably too quietly to be heard over the pounding of fist on wood. "Gorefoot," she says over the din, "lend a hand with that door."

Octar steps up next to Tullius, giving him a nod.

Fant winces in annoyance at the puppet's shrill cries. "Best not to," she says, raising her voice over the puppet. "We should keep property damage to a minimum. Break the door instead. Ishmael, you and I will cover this door in case anything comes through. Your majesty, if you would please...

"Let's get to it," says Fant. "And be ready for the guardians. If anything comes at us right away, let the first one come through the door a little so we can surround at it six at a time."

After burning down a bookstore full of Hextorian religious tracts and being arrested, one of my player's characters was treated to the book-loving Hextorian investigator bemoaning the loss of "one of the few remaining original copies of Bishop-General Kull's correspondences" in the same way a...

"Thank you," says Fant, and then goes about deploying her "troops." ooc: Sorry you can't join us- perhaps some other time. :) Also, did Persephone's owl see anything?

"Right," says Fant decisively, her opinion of the situation confirmed. The wizard is either dead or far, far away, and the problem needs to be dealt with now, lest it endanger the entire city. Or if Persephone is correct and this is some sort of trap... well, Fant's had quite enough of being...

Octar follows close behind, suddenly wary of the door slamming shut behind him or similar troubles.

Fant greats each of the new arrivals as they come, introducing herself as well. Her tone of voice and manner give the distinct impression that she seems to be the one in charge around here. She is paticularly glad as to the arrival of the locksmith. "It is as the Gnome said," says Fant...

"Before much can be done, Sir Ishmael," says Fant, keeping her eyes on the tower. "We must first gain entry." She walks over to the door, and tries the knob. If it does not open, she says "If you would be so kind as to lend me a hand?" ooc: Strength checks to force the door, with one of us...

"Persephone." Fant nods respectful greeting. "Any idea what's going on? I think you're the first with expertise on the scene." Fant is a tall woman with dark brown hair pulled back out of her face in a bun, and her features, while not entirely beautiful, areuncanny in their symmetry. She...

ooc: A couple requests to y'all- one, could you either describe your character's physical appearance and mannerisms? Another good thing to do is put a link to your character in your signature, which allows both the DM and other players to do a quick check of what you look like (and for the DM...

A woman in scale armor comes following slightly behind the group, and sees the guard captain speaking to the rest of the Inn's contingent. Seeing them milling about in a manner just as disorganized, if perhaps more courageous, as the bucket chain was, she slips into her accostomed position of...

Fant hears the cry, and shrugs. "Noblisse oblige. Duty calls. If you'll excuse me, your majesty..." She rises, bows to Persephone, and walks out the door.

Yeah, I know, but I've been holding off due to work business. However, it seems that work consists of rush-lull, rush-lull, I'll have Cromwell entering the town soon. What precisely do you want him to tell the sargeant about his orders, or anything else? Sealed letter?

Garret judges the tracks you're following are around a day old.

"Why don't we explore what's behind the door, before we go back to the sphinx?" suggests Octar. His curisosity is piqued.