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Quixt: “Yes, I believe in ‘boogie men’, though I’m not sure I’d call them that so cavalierly. Plenty of natural and supernatural beings want me dead, tortured, or enslaved. What’s a few more?”

Quixt: “A conversation picked up in the tavern while chatting up a barmaid, no more no less.” Conversation Details: You don't hear anything about the caves themselves, but you do hear a rumor about a large, deep, sinkhole, which lies to the west of the caves that you have been exploring...

Quixt: Quixt pays to have the Wand of Hold Person charged and lends his Wand of Magic Missiles to Hawke. He notes Hawke’s confidence in picking up spellcasting. His own mentors within his family were no longer available, and the further along his own studies progressed, the more he found...

Falen doesn’t sleep immediately as his mind works through the various threads of the coded message, what it means, and who betrayed Legatus Avitis. He understands why Lord Max sent him on this errand. So he puts himself in Legatus Avitis’ shoes. And then the Prefectus. And then the Lady. And...

“Thank you please. I shall see her tomorrow. I’ll wait on Oakfirst. I shall retire as you suggest. Thank you.” Falen retains the note from Lord Max, retiring to the room suggested. He locks or otherwise bars the door upon entry, and he sleeps lightly, privy to what’s happened and what could...

Respen & Vale: Respen: He doesn’t trust his eyes, and states as much. He doesn’t care for the heat; it reminds him of Erypt, by and large a place of traveling he did not enjoy. He studies what’s in front of him, determined to figure out the extent of the illusion. Vale: He is wholly...

Quixt (downtime): Quixt spends the next few days/weeks working primarily on his spells and scrolls. He participates in the rescued merchants festivities, but he conducts himself discreetly, as he doesn’t wish to draw attention to himself such that Eryptian authorities on the coast would find...

Posted at request of DM: Loot List & Costing Note: The Elven Chainmail is worth haggling, so sheet will be updated accordingly upon success or failure. In addition: The Vial of Poison shall count vs. Sphynx share 26 Silver Tipped Arrows shall count vs. Quixt' share. The Wand of Hold Person...

Quixt: Following Sphynx and thieving the corral felt entertaining to Quixt. As he removed the loop of the rope on the gate and released the animals, he enjoyed the mischief. Had he time and was less interested in stealth, he’d have remained at the corral to greet the Wendol or their proxies...

Quixt: Conversing first with the Orc, he asks his name, and he asks how he came to be in this place, that is, a hot locale inhospitable to orcs. He questions him as innocuously as possible about where he intends to go. He humors the orc regardless of responses, but he prefers to leave his...

Respen: "Let's make sure that this desert is actually a desert." Respen proceeds to the entrance as quickly as possible. However, as they are moving down the corridor to the doorway, he asks Vale to discern whether they are still underground or not, and if they are ascending or descending...

FALEN: Falen remains stone-faced, careful to not give away his disdain at the lack of more substantive investigation. These fellows seem rather resigned to Legatus Avitus' death. He responds to Casca's suggestion, "Thank you, Praefectus Casca. I appreciate your time. If you don't mind, I...

Quixt: Without any sound. Without so much as an increase in his temperature. Quixt moves methodically to end the misery of the disabled Hobgoblin, and then the remaining sleepers with his short sword, slitting their throats. No fuss. No quarter. (DM roll please).

Vale chuckles, then chortles, then belly laughs,”Aye Halfling, ye found a prize indeed. You will find no allies among creatures of evil, although you might find yourself in an argument worthy of Val the axe, if the dagger has as animated a personality, should you decide to pickpocket or pilfer...

Falen: Remaining silent through Praefectus Casca's description of events, he studies the Lord's facial characteristics. Yes, this one would make quite a lovely face to add to his repertoire. Falen's eyebrows raise upon knowledge of Avitus' demise. He had heard of the Rising Swords, and...

Falen: Falen closes Ducas' palm gently upon the silver coins with his own hand, " No sir. I appreciate your integrity, and should we meet again, it shall not go un-noticed. I assure you, I do not confuse kindness for weakness. Be well. " Falen takes care to quickly memorize Ducas' face and...

Falen: He slips an agate gem from a pouch inside his belt. Moving uncomfortably closer to the guard, and gazing dead at him, eyes ablaze with intent. He leaves his free hand against his chest within reach of his hidden magical knife. He speaks calmly and directly to the Guard Sergeant...

Falen, speaking with a thick, highly educated Sprache accent but in the language of the guard (this is Cliffspeak, yes?), "Indeed Guard Sargeant. Many apologies. I just arrived, and other than your obviously effective presence, I was unaware of the city's status. I would like to gain entry in...

I'm replying now. Apologies for the delay. I had not seen this.

Quixt: Quixt pulls his bow and rushes 20 feet ahead where he has visibility to the entire room, launching an arrow at the hobgoblin flanking Ordred.