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Andras looks very uneasy in such luxurious quarters. He starts pacing across the room, his arms crossed over his chest. "This seems... odd. Akriel isn't exactly keeping a low profile for someone trying to hide from a violent suitor." He shakes his head, "i suppose the silly girl's too...

"Of course. We are both artificers. But I should clarify something: Thurven and I do not work together. At least, not anymore." He pauses for a moment, thinking about what he just said, "Oh! I don't mean to imply that there was a falling out. We simply work in different fields. I prefer to...

Alexia shrugs, "Oh, mercenary work, typically. Every now and then someone with sufficient wealth will come in looking for hired swords. Or hired spells. Or both. Speaking from personal experience, I've been hired by a dwarf noble to guard her heirlooms, and by a professor to investigate an...

"Am I in need? Only of employment." Alexia sits in a nearby chair. "I take it," her eyes flicker to the pile of refuse that had until recently been on Czern's armor, "that not many of the people you've encountered have been treating you with respect. That's not right." Genuine anger flashes...

"Well, this is probably enough. Perhaps more will come in before we depart." The man stands, looking over all of you, "My name is Maerek Hezren. As I said before, I'm looking to hire you to escort, well, me. I need to get to the workshop of one of my colleagues. Well, more like a mentor...

The compendium does have the mount rules. It's in Mounted Combat, under Glossary. It used to be that mounts had to be large or larger, but now they just need to be larger than their rider. In case you're curious, it is completely legit* for a PC to be a mount, provided the rider is at least...

The doors to the tavern open and a woman, no older than thirty, enters the building. With long dark-brown hair and pale skin, she would probably be fairly pretty, but her face is marred by a number of faint scars. She gives a half-hearted wave to Brews, and in doing so reveals the Blood of Vol...

Maerek drums his fingers on the table. "Hmm, I was sure more were interested, but I suppose we'll have to start without them soon." renau1g and hornedturtle, you coming?

ooc: Neurotic I'd prefer if you'd stay at level 6, just to minimize the level differences.

"Ah, excuse me." Maerek rises and walks over to Brews. The two converse, and coin is passed from the former to the latter. A few minutes later, Maerek returns to the adventurers who had gathered around him. But rather than standing with you, he instead leads you to one of the tavern's...

You follow Maerek into one of the Shard's back rooms. A table has been set with a couple pitchers of clear water and a few loaves of bread. "I think I'll wait for everyone who's going to show up to arrive before explaining what this job will entail," Maerek explains. "I prefer to not repeat...

Well, it's not quite the same. If I don't have a DDI subscription, it's not that I don't get as many feats as someone else; I just get a smaller selection to choose from. Anyway, I'm not convinced a default theme is necessary, but if we must have one, let's just have one. It probably depends...

Andras steps up to the host, smiling semi-charmingly, "Pretty girl, dark hair, could stand to see a little more sun, maybe a bit nervous-looking."

Deimos's beast smashes one of the zombies into the ground, sending flaming pieces of corpse flying across the room. The two weaker zombies fail to account for much, but the larger one lays a heavy blow into Tana. Soldier 1 will forgo the opportunity attack, actually. Still dies to the fists...

ooc: drothgery Nope, Soldier 1 is still alive. Want to take the opportunity attack, or change your turn?

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Maerek speaks aloud in response, "Perhaps. Still, we might have use for one or two more." He turns towards Canus, "I don't suppose your friends there," he gestures towards the people Canus was sitting with, "would be interested in joining us?"

Andras scowls at the story, "Bah, curses. Just really ugly ways of spreading hurt onto folks who don't deserve it. At least I got the name right. Wolfwere," he says slowly, as though trying out the word. Upon reaching Jackques's house, he eyes the wolf pups with mock suspicion, "You're not...

Well, I'm still not sold on themes as a necessary, or even good, idea in the first place. But I don't feel strongly enough against them to say no, so yes.