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Finnian moves through the doorway (to J7) and yells at the half-orc to get his attention. Erlai, seeing his master with weapons drawn, moves to flank the half-orc by flying over the enemy (to H7). Erlai is going to draw an opportunity attack by moving to H7. I'm assuming that there is enough...

Finnian jogs along behind Vaunea, trying to avoid being separated from his companions by the growing mob. Gah! My feet are still wet in these boots. This is annoying. The half-elf scowls at no one in particular as he moves awkwardly in his wet leathers, water dripping down his legs into his...

Look, I told you I can swim fine in this leather! I just got some water up my nose when... Well, never mind. I can swim, I tell you. Look kid, we'll have a race when I'm done alright. We'll see then who can swim... At the sound of Finnian's voice, the group turns to see him red-faced as a small...

Finnian drops his sword, bow and backpack at the river's edge, pulls his boots off and dives into the river. Athletics Check for Swimming (1d20+3=5) These kinds of rolls make me laugh at Finnian - The big-hearted country boy full of good intentions that can never quite make good on his efforts...

Finnian wonders silently about Vaunea's strange grin, which might be a grimace now that he thinks about it again. Hmm, can't quite be sure with her. And if crushing is the answer, what was the question again? And then the ranger is brought back to the present by the cries from the crowd...

Yes, Yes. Here we go. Finnian whistles to Erlai and the bird lazily circles overhead while the group walks down the street.

Yes, where is Drivan? I feel like I've been in a daze, but I don't recall seeing him since he went off to... what was he went off to do? The library? Maybe we should go look for him.

I AM WITH YOU! Oh wait, that was OOC wasn't it, and should be in this block. I guess that means I should post something in character... I'll return once I'm done with work for the evening.

Did that woman just take your coin? Finnian starts a bit unexpectedly from his thoughtful pose in the middle of the street. His hand flexes uncomfortably, and then reaches for his weapon. Do I need to go get it back, Vaunea?

There is an almost imperceptible tightening around Finnian's eyes, and then suddenly his eyes blink. Welcome back to the newly married! I hope all went well. Sorry to have drifted off there while everyone was preoccupied with nuptials. May I reenter the story? or should I wait until this...

I've been having trouble getting in to the site all week. It seems to work fine from work, but I don't really have time here to post. I am alive, and I will post in character as soon as I can

Tried to get in on Sunday night, but apparently ran into a site outage. I spent some time at lunch catching up on the thread and I'll post more later tonight. Ken, I didn't know that I could use a full-size weapon in my off-hand. I thought I had to take the two blade fighting style instead of...

Father-in-law had a heart attack. I will rejoin as soon as I can. Probably on Sunday or Monday.

I understand why you are hesitant about Hadarai, but whatever he is, I don't think he's one to embarrass you, or the Dusty Quill, with his performance in a fight. I don't think any of us meant to offend. I certainly didn't. And well, this is the first time I've had a proper meal since I came to...

A feather sounds nice... Finnian sort of drifts back into his daydreaming again at the table and then gives a slight start as he rejoins the conversation around him. I've never been in a tournament like this before, usually just two guys in a circle, right? But I figure I can make myself...

Wow. You really... you really feel that way? Emotion washes across Finnian's face. He hesitates for a moment, and then wraps his arms around Drivan. I haven't... well... it's nice is all. He turns around and sees Vaunea near the stairs and runs over and grabs her as well, and then Emral, and...

The bit about Tonk and the elf not being able to have babies had me in stitches. Then I read this... "But our love is forbidden love, like love of cat and dog or chocolate and mayonaise." and laughed so hard I cried. Tonk is hilarious.

I'm thinking I'll create an ogre that is a bigoted, rabid, hard-core rightwinger to argue economic philosophy with Tonk. I already have the character portrait ready...

Good storytelling. The narrative had a good flow. I like Sund's quirky humor and smoldering anger. What's the character's motivation to be an adventurer? Does this fit Kalstad's demand to find roguish followers? Is there anything else burning inside Sund that drives him forward and kept him...

Will post soon. Good to see the story moving.