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OCC: Perception - I needed a 12 but totaled 10

Vlastos moves gradually to the center of the party. Unable to talk and chew gum at the same time, it seems, he sadly loses his prior country perspicuity. 1d20 + 1 = [9,1] = 10

Vlastos, who has never been out of the city, is nonetheless quite sharp - call it nerves. Perception check: 1d20 + 1 -> [12,1] = (19) + 1 for timely posting = 20 He too relays what he notices. Roll Lookup

"Good point, Trevor", agrees Vlastos, "it's also a shame we don't have a cleric of our own for this potential undead romp - will you be joining us, then, Lanatos", the wizard asks?

"We must get the skull, then, it seems", says Vlastos, "I'm in."

"Lauto, the great god in a great cube of force", Vlastos thinks to himself remembering his religion. "Surely, this is one of the essential symmetries." He then leaves his barstool and approaches Latanos. "You can count me in, Latanos", he says, and then adds, "for the symmetry." "I am...

"What's family got to do with it", Vlastos shrugs? "As for work, as I was telling Skalisss, I hope it finds us soon." He then chills his tankard with a gesture and takes a measured drink.

Vlastos turns to the fighting man and replies in Allarian (Common), "I understand that, good sir, but as you know I was talking to Skalisss, here. At any rate, I must confess that I didn't get your name just now. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Vlastos, Vlastos the Wizard.

I envy your clarity, large one, Vlastos returns in Draconic. It is akin to what is found in the epic writings that I have seen that honor the greats of your kind. For me, the path lies instead hidden in shadows save for occasional glimpses of the underlying symmetries, which I treasure...

I too am waiting on Halford's game but would consider a quick adventure in the interim. At this time, my wizard, Vlastos, is still waiting for both Judges' approval. I've already updated against one critique, so this should be a formality. If my character's status is not a problem or if the...

"When then, Skalisss, what does it mean to cultivate oneself", Vlastos continues in Draconic? "Of course, if there's work to be had, I'm all in", he adds with a burp, this time in Allarian. Then he orders another ale.

Vlastos lifts his tankard, "that's about the size of it, it seems", he says as he turns to face the well hewn dragonborn. Then, with a nod and in passable Draconic, he adds, "to eternal glory", before downing the rest of his drink.

The door opens. A little while later a tall human of dark complexion enters. He is utterly bald with nicks marking his scalp, and lacking even in eye brows, such that his head seems to perch, a glow, a top his huddled, slate overcoat. He's also obviously very young; even his hairlessness can't...

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