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Arnvid's smug smile made Mananga's blood boil. Had this soft pale thing slunk into his village, even the women would disdain to eat it. He only caught a word or two of the pale one's words, but the golden amulet resting on the man's chest drew the Kushite's eye. The Vanir had not been wearing...

T. Rawley lights a smoke and walks around the room looking for signs that something is amiss. OOC: Searching - 13 unmodified roll - http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=307665 - Do you want our mods on each roll or not?

The Vanir garrons milled about trying to get organized amidst much grumbling, as Ongwi picked up Arnvid's trail. Before the group starts moving again, however, Arnvid and his companion appeared out of the ice storm from the west. Arnvid's bannerman carried a grisly burden: the severed head of an...

T. Rawley spits on the floor, and slides his book into his bag. "Well, that was a might easier than I expected," he says, once their escort is out of hearing. "Were these doors closed before?" OOC: He'll poke around the upended crates.

The largest among the Vanir, his feet dragging the snow on either side of his burdened garron, rode to the fore of his brethern. "We will not go on without Arnvid," he said, eyes defiantly locked on Arturio's. "Egil! Falki! Take the scout position, we will ride back along our trail." OOC...

OOC: Arnvahr is long gone. He took off with the 'infantry' in the opposite direction from you guys. What you're left with are the rest of the cavalry. So from the starting point, Arnvahr went northwest, and Arnvid (and you) went northeast. Kind of a scissor maneauver... Sorry if that wasn't...

Ongwi pulls up short, his keen eyes picking out a glacial rift in his path covered in a thin sheet of ice and drifts of icy dust. OOC: The rift cuts across your path north to south as far as the visibility conditions (about 100 yards) allow you to see, though it appears to narrow to the north...

T. Rawley presents his notebook to support Haskins' claims. Carefully drawn on the page are several dubious glyphs with various messages translated out beside them. "Very bad things are headed this way if we can't talk to the doctor!" he says, excitedly. Phrases like: - The disease will...

OOC: Sorry for the delay... The frigid wind knifed through Ongwi's thick furs as he easily outdistanced the Vanir ponies on the treacherous glacier. They had angled to the northeast, toward the stone mountain still looming out of fog of icy dust. A few half understood words from the Umiank...

Is this the "take a stolen crate of crap and pretend the Doctor wanted it" con, or the "we just want to leave camp and you can't stop us" con? Or another one that I missed entirely?

Warpony. Technically a garron... he's about big enough for you to sit him and stout enough to walk/trot the highlands. And he'll bite the face off his enemies (anything in front of his head when blood starts spilling) Note: Next post later this afternoon...

There's a ton of free ones in this thread: http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=103180

Arnvahr's ice rimed beard split into a great bellowing laugh. "Of course we have a plan, my metal-panted friend!" He hefted his battle axe in one hand, saying, "We hit them with these sharp things," then hefted his bright metal shield, "and try to stop their sharp things with these." His...

OOC: T. Rawley's all for waiting around, especially if another bottle of hooch shows up. All this rushing headlong to our deaths appeals not at all to him. He gets paid either way, presumably, and gets his story. Should we do a family meeting scene where we discuss this IC?

Haskins and Rawley are about equal on Bluff (unless Rawley gets time to study his opponent), so either one of us can support that and assist each other, as needed. Man! They should be running cons together instead of traipsing through the jungle on some damn fool crusade. (not sure which one of...

Mananga's cool. I like the assegai. I'm kicking myself now for not using the horror/insanity rules (that low wisdom and will save are very inviting). I'll edit the opening post on the game thread shortly. Fenris: Put your final character in the character thread when you get a chance...

Sorry I missed your game, Flynn. Sounds like it was fun. Now, if I can just get rid of this troublesome family, I'll have more time to game! Keep me in mind for the next one.

OOC: I was waiting for that "family meeting" when Dr./Ms. Death tells us that we have to go back into frivolous danger.

Sounds more like the beginning of a joke: Two cannibals and a knight walk into a Arejunian flophouse. Wulf: I'll check this out tonight.

With the whiskey gone, T. Rawley takes to wandering the camp and gathering "stories." He'll try to talk up a couple of the hired guns every day, and if he gets no where, just sit and observe the Sutu, keeping careful notes in each case. OOC: Not sure if I need it, but here's a few unmodified...