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"Yes pardon me I should have noticed that the thing that looked exactly like a chest, wasn't a chest, clearly I ignored you pointing it out to me... No wait nobody else saw it either. It wasn't a trap it was a monster, I think I can be excused on that one myself, but feel free to move away...

"Still not a trap." Aver declares, a trifle sheepishly. He steps up and examines one of the chest that detected as magical - having already searched them when he examined the room in painstaking detail and attempts to open it. "If they had that thing as a guardian they could afford to keep...

If the Mimic still lives and he can do so without hurting a companion only. Aver jogs forward and points both index finger tips at the monsterous chest, the light around him surges into his extended finger tips forming points of brilliance before he fires both off at the creature! The light...

Raynucio's face contorts into a furious snarl, "You dare to speak of touching Capitas you filthy little son of a dung covered whore! I am going to cut your shriveled excuse for a cock off and feed it to you! Marhvokos, you and your crew get out of my god damned way!" Even as he speaks his hand...

"Lets hope they are not." Raynucio sneers, "It would be more entertaining."

"Oh nice, we have some magic here! The spear as well as some stuff in these pouches let me see if I can figure out what it does - worth a try though its pretty unlikely." Izzik says happily, emptying the pouches, and examining their contents and the longspear. Nice, I think that should get me...

"Oh be wasted on us I'm afraid we aren't gourmets, as long as its hot when you've been imbibing alcohol in the quantities we have. There's a fellow at the Mystic Pearl who loves cooking up quality ingredients send it his way and I'm sure he'll prepare you a feast - went hunting a dire boar for...

"I'm afraid I don't do a great deal of demon fighting on weekdays." Quinby says glibly, "But I am sure you can pick some up from one of the cities more suitable establishments."

After getting Borric to describe the "demon" Quinby calls another couple of Penkian's over and discusses with them for a bit before turning back to the party. "Might be a Babau demon, but it does not sound quite right... That's the closest we can come, and I am sure there is a bit of...

"Ah, then well met I suppose Captain Marhvokos, I am Raynucio Vega, and we are indeed, "Freddie's people". You are quite sure they do not need to be hacked down where they stand I assume? If you change your mind do let me know, I should be happy to oblige." The pale giant growls coming to a halt...

"Hehe, another one, well two bite the dust. What the heck is that weird mage lady though? Aside from all kinds of dead, I mean." Izzik says stooping to pick up his shield. Aressa snorts and wipes the worst of the gore from her claws of on the bugbears's clothing. Izzik casts detect magic and...

You only know the Demon will probably pick up the Contracts in the small hours of the morning. So say 1am to 4am. So there is no guarantee they will still be there tomorrow.

Quinby nods and checks the group over, healing those in need with what Fury and Zelena instantly recognize as bardic magic. While Quinby works and chants a girl wearing a partially constructed costume of brilliant pink and purple feathers passes them each a mug of very strong beer. And they...

"Did I not already tell you no? Very well I now tell you so. I did not close the grate on you, nor could I had I wanted to." Stump says seeming exasperated. "To climb I use a ladder of rope, magic raises it like swift I hope. But if the grate's shut I'm stuck to, trapped here like a rat with you."

Raynucio strides forward towards the longboat ashore scowling like a thundercloud at the men there, "What is going on here? I am hot sweaty and angry so somebody had best give me a reason not to start hacking off limbs and asking questions later." Its 7 Charisma diplomacy!

Aressa pounces upon the injured bugbear hissing furiously, "Hit me you tub of hairy lard!" As a claw and her jaws draw blood. Izzik till holding his acid flash as a focus, and not looking too concerned now hurls another gobbit of acid at the mage, but this one to falls laughably wide of the...

The Festhall is a few streets over, and consists of two houses which have had their side walls removed and a multicolored awning slung between them across the canal with a large wooden bridge come dance floor fixed in place over the waters. Upbeat music flows forth and the group see a number of...

Stump gives Ariel a funny look and gestures at the large pile of gold and jewels he is standing on. "A leprechaun hordes his treasure, its habit as much as leisure. But mines sparkle gives me no joy, since I lost me wife and boy."

So which one Fury says Penkian Festhall, Zelena Wise Woman...? Splitting up perhaps? :angel:

"Hold it lower you silly giant, on my eyes I am reliant. And those eyes will be slower, if you don't move that thing lower." The leprechaun complains, but as soon as The Guardian lowers his hand he feels his cestus tightening and shaping itself more closely to his hand. The metal within writhes...