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I'm cool with recruitment. As Pentius said, we have a friend who has been wanting to jump into PbP with us, but if we decide to take Kane, then no biggie.

Takahaan steels himself as he eyes his companions taunt the massive spider to attack. Some of his adrenaline is running off, and the pain of his wounds begins to fully take effect. Grunting, Takahaan manages to throw some encouraging words towards his friends. "Ready yourself for this damned...

Eladrin. In my simple mind, I see them as a less cool version of elves.

I've never seriously DM'ed before, but I'd think that the Hans Zimmer soundtrack from The Last Samurai would be extremely awesome to have in the background. It'd totally set the mood for an adventure!

Suspicious of Canus' change of tone toward the elf, Belanaar decides to follow suit and order a third drink of the sickening mixture being served. However, fish did sound good to him, and after having only eaten bread, dried meat, and some cheeses this past couple of days, the change of taste...

With spirits injured by Canus' cruel jokes, Belanaar sighs angrily and waves Brews over for another McGuffin. After taking the drink from the bartender, Belanaar steadies his nerves for another round of the terrible, acid-like drink that he is about to finish off. Pouring it down his throat in...

Taking the drink from the bartender, Belanaar examines it with an anxious look, a pit forming deep in his stomach. Looking to Canus, and back to his drink, the young elf finally grabs it with both hands, before slowly lifting it up to his mouth. "Ulllgghh..." He gargles through chugging it. The...

Sensing the unimpressed tone of the stranger, Belanaar's confidence fades a tad. A little nervousness sets in as he ponders his tolerance to alcohol, which was none at all. However, feeling a bit of challenge from the man, the young elf disregards his worries and his arrogant, young confidence...

The young elf flinches out of surprise as Canus pokes him with his elbow. Scowling at hearing Canus' remark, the elf looks him up and down. Before making an off-hand comment about the man's seemingly only weapon, a rod, the elf thinks back to the couple of times in Sharn that he had been thrown...

Takahaan notices Hu Li trailing towards him and Castile, and decides to warn the group of the spiders he has noticed, hidden among the underbrush. "Beware of those hiding pests, they are positioned there, Takahaan yells, pointing to his left, deep in the jungle, beyond some webs. "...and...

A thin, young elf dressed in a dark green cloak and thick hide armor steps into the tavern. Eyeing the few other occupants with caution, he mumbles to himself, sarcastically. "Humans, a deva, a warforged, dwarves... Sounds like a grand time." Walking up to the bar, staving off his desire to...

Reeling his eyes through the crowded, dense undergrowth, Takahaan spots two spitting spiders, hidden amongst the jungle's depths. Judging the spiders to be a good distance away, Takahaan instead sets his eyes on Castile, struggling against the thick webs binding her in place. The dragonborn...

Exhilarated by Hu Li's playing and eyeing the swarm that has been trying to engulf him, Takahaan winds up for a well-timed slash of his nodachi. "Hngh! he cries, as the dragonborn's blade almost rhythmically cuts through various forms in the swarm of spiders. Taking a quick but thorough glance...

As the massive swarm of vicious spiders painfully penetrate Takahaan's thick hide with their deadly fangs and poison, he grunts and swings violently at them with his nodachi, slicing a few of them. Castile also has the time to take a swing at them before they back off. Shrugging off his...

After two hours of trailblazing, Takahaan sighs deeply, hearing about the white goo perched along the canopy and branches of the deep jungle. Sweating much more than he ever did while training with the Iron Legion, he fiddles with his armor, trying to let a little air inside to cool his sizzling...

Taking up foot alongside Hu Li and Noriaki, Takahaan addresses the rest. "Onward, friends. These supplies won't mean anything to us without fresh water to quench our thirst."

Takahaan failed the Athletics check earlier, losing a healing surge. His bag teeming with supplies scavenged from the half-sunk wreckage of the Jenivere, Takahaan stumbles across the algae-covered rocks, falling a few times. However, the dragonborn continues on, making sure he has a steady grip...

Athletics check 1d20+8=9 I want to make sure we are all done on the ship before leaving it, though. Takahaan will want to be near the front, but also near Noriaki for his safety.

Takahaan's stability down the rocks continues, and he reaches the wreck without harm. Walking alongside his human friend, the dragonborn reaches the body of Alton, listening to Noriaki's explanation for the death. "If what you say is true, I fear that we are endangered. Whoever's plan it was to...

After accepting to hold onto the curious vial that the Irregulars handed him, Takahaan turns to watch Noriaki and Castile begin the descent. Trailing after his partners, Takahaan attempts to scale the rocks down to the Jenivere, as well. The dragonborn flinches as Noriaki slips on the...