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Teodor advances somewhat hesitantly, but he steels himself and attacks the creature with one of his swords. Despite his hesitation he manages and worthy strike. OOC: Map Update attack and damage: 1D20+7 = [19]+7 = 26 1D6+1 = [6]+1 = 7 Crit threat and extra damage: 1D20+7 = [18]+7 = 25 1D6+1...

I find a liter of coffee indispensable for waking up.

Breva readies his weapon and reaches out with this divine senses trying to detect the evil thing in the fog.

Phar masters himself and shakes his head to clear it. He raises his bow and looses an arrow straight at the lead cultist in one smooth movement. OOC: bow attack and damage: 1D20+10 = [18]+10 = 28 1D8+1 = [2]+1 = 3 (+1 to hit and damage if within 30')

Breva trots along in the dog's wake with the others finding this a novel experience. Breva acknowledges the guards' request with a nod, "Will do, give a shout if we can be of help to you." As their quest leads them to the dark manor he asks, "Does anyone know who lives here?"

OOC: Fort Save: 1D20+3 = [7]+3 = 10 Phar shudders as the terrible sound hits his pointed ears. He stands, bow held limply unable to focus.

OOC: Initiaive: 1D20+7 = [12]+7 = 19 Teodor curses under his breath.

Don't know if you have Jet's Pizza where you are. The 8 corner pizza they have sounds like what you are describing. They are pretty good as chain pizza places go. They call their thick crust square pizza Detroit style. Jets I realized any chain is going to have a hard time competing with a local...

Breva watches the dog curiously waiting to see if he has something.

Excellent question. I thought I did. Maybe it didn't save. Will adjust.

"I have circled without seeing anyone," Teodor announces.

Breva looks at the woman curiously before realizing he might be being rude to stare so frankly and begins looking around the room. Once Tuck finishes his barrage of questions he ask, "So they have abandoned their post without telling anyone before?" Breva make a show of looking about examining...

"I have no magic to call upon." Teodor announces with a bit of regret in his voice.

Teodor stops at the edge of the clearing staying well clear of the tree. "Um, I hope this doesn't sound too much like the boogy man, but I have heard tale of killer trees." He draws his blades and adds, "Just in case I'll circle around and make sure our Vindictive Traveller isn't just hiding...

My vote would be missing guards.

Teodor steps up. "I can scout if you wish."

Breva watches the others discuss matters. He stands at parade rest his hands clasped behind his back feeling he is too new to make a decsion on their course of action.

"Your dog is rather odd. Does he always act like that or is he on to something?" Breva asks curiously.

"We handled that bunch pretty easily. Do we dare a frontal assault?" Teodor asks.

The Elf called upon his magic, intoning words of power and moving his lithe long fingers in gestures almost too fast to follow. He ended with a throwing motion and a small glowing coal flew from his hand out to the group of cultist where it erupted in fire, the heat rolling back toward the...