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A thin, grey-skinned creature, about a foot tall and clothed in a few uneven strips of brown cloth stiched haphazardly together, dashes into the arena (at position 45N0E). It's yellow eyes open wide as it stares wildly about. The thing's gaze finally sets upon the wounded termite, and it knows...

Sick. Go true chaotic, go!

Unless you want NG...poor neutral good... :p

See, this is what I get for not paying attention to everything...I guess she'll sheathe it, and, if possible, load her crossbow. If not, she can always load next round.

Well, poo. Not used to wearing medium armor. Okay, then, in that case, the aasimar swiftly draws her crossbow and nocks a single bolt. She hurriedly cranks the string back and levels the weapon at the equine.

The aasimar frowns and bites her lip, and grips her sword tightly. She is reluctant to slay an innocent beast such as this, but knows her duty in this contest. She raises her sword above her head, hoists her shield in front of her chest, and charges at the pony. Just a charge at the pony at...

Sweet. In that case, I'll be glad to hold the NG until then.

I've always had a soft spot for the twig blight, so I guess I can wait to see if the spot's open. Until then, I'll be glad to take over a neutral. Where will you have me, sir?

Do we just take over for whatever's open, or do we stick with a single alignment for as long as possible?

Can I take over for the twig blight in the Abyssal Arena?

OOC: Sorry about the delay, again...School is getting crazy at me. On the plus side, my first acceptance letter's come through (Georgia Tech). w00t! Nebiros blinks several times and shakes his head rapidly. He squints a bit and scratches his horned head, then says, "Yeah, sure. Sorry, must...

Nebiros' expression remains that of one who is thoroughly unimpressed as his "party members" list off their talents. He leans his back against a rock in close proximity to the fire and fiddles with an amulet around his thin neck. When there is a period of what he perceives to be enough...

Nebiros rolls his eyes and growls in exasperation. He hovers several feet above eye level and says, "Everybody, get back here. We're gonna let wizard-boy check the place out first. If that doesn't work, I'll take a look. Just stay still for a minute."

The rectangle of water collapses and Nebiros appears on the ground beside it. "Well, what happened?" asks the imp. He wraps his wings around his tiny torso, hunches his shoulders, and begins to shiver. "Hells, it's cold." Nebiros hobbles over to the fire and sighs in relief. At Airole's...

It's all about the homework. Do all of it, every time. That's where they get you. *shudders* So yeah...I'm just repeating what everybody else said. Yar!

Arr, I'm still alive.

Hey, if there's still room open, I'd be very interested in playing. I, too, love the setting, but have never really gotten to play.

Ashy: Fortitude Save: 17 Curse my rotten luck! Two 1s in a row.

(Actually, yeah. I've been busy all day, but the info's in the mail!)

Initiative: 8 Ashy: Discouraged by his failure, but determined to keep this beast from devouring the others, Nebiros' fiendish mind quickly formulates a new plan. Once again, he concentrates on driving his conscience into a body not his own. His form fades back into the material, infusing...