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Tal shrugs. "Might as well. Never waste an opportunity to drink, I always say. Well, I've never said it, but I think it often enough." He grins wide at his friend as he makes his way through the door and toward the bar. "Hoi! Two of the house special for us." He tries to speak low to avoid...

Kaela's vision is tinged with red from the pain of her wounds, and she barely recognizes the newcomer for what he is. Starhl moves with him, and she follows. Gripping her torso tight to stop the flow of her lifeblood, she steps haltingly after her companions.

Glasia enters the room and nods her hellos, sitting away from the others and eating in silence. She very deliberabtly avoids Dragen. Listening closely from across the room, she tries to catch the conversation the kobold is initiating with the dwarves. Casting a minor spell, she toys with her...

Casting a long glance at the prisoners before starting to break down his kit as asked, Marcel kneels and seperates his gear. His mussette bag, water, and ammo are the only thing he brings aside from his rifle. Moving up to join the others, he nods to Sgt. Kat to display his readiness. "Everyone...

Thanks!

This thread has confirmed a couple things in my opinion. 1) I love it when we get info, even unconfirmed and vague info, from people inside the industry. Thanks to Eric, Phil, and Wulf, and other who take the time to make their opinions and meager info known. 2) Wulf continues to crack me up...

Hehe! Nice.

Kaela nods weakly, her concentration focused on the path behind in preperation. ooc: I'll head into the water once the spell goes off.

"Parlinor, please, no. Not now," Glasia pleads. "I don't want friction to destroy our group before things even start. I'll just avoid him for a while."

"Oh, it's nothing." She looks up to his face, puffy eyes betraying her emotion. "It's just that I'm so far from where I was only weeks ago, and I..." The tears come back, weaker now but still heartfelt. She explains what happened on deck with Dragen. "What have I gotten myself involved with...

Marcel takes his place near the back, a lingering eye watching over the locals and a sharp ear focusing on any conversation that might rise between them.

"Mos Eisley don't sound bad. A different spaceport should bring us some anonymity, at least." Tal leans back in his seat, but his eyes are still scanning the horizon for threats and his rifle still points skyward.

Sniffling, Glasia sits upright and wipes her face clean. After a long moment, she makes her way to the door, opening it a crack. "Yes, sir? What can I do for you?" Once the door is open, she decides she trusts his face and lets him in, sitting on the small bed and preening Cloudchaser nervously.

Breathing heavy, Kaela pauses and speaks. "We have to stop the trackers. If the trackers keep us in sight, we'll never lose the orcs." Sighing heavily, she stands very still for a moment as she once again gathers the power of the land in preperation for a spell. ooc: Sleep has a range of 130'...

I'm crazy busy at work right now and have a long eventful weekend ahead. Damn housewarming party! Who's idea was it to invite 50 people? I'll be back in full stride on Monday. I hope to have time to update tomorrow evening.

I certainly don't have any complaints. Then again, I haven't met your character! I'm crazy busy at work right now and have a long eventful weekend ahead. Damn housewarming party! Who's idea was it to invite 50 people? I'll be back in full stride on Monday. I hope to have time to update...

I'm crazy busy at work right now and have a long eventful weekend ahead. Damn housewarming party! Who's idea was it to invite 50 people? I'll be back in full stride on Monday. I hope to have time to update tomorrow evening.

My thoughts are mostly consumed with the following idea: Landis is a poo-poo head! Anyhow, more players, eh? I'm not against it, but I'm really pleased with our group as it stands, and the use of NPC's to fill out the cast of characters has been exceedingly well done, Mike. Kudos for continuing...

Have a nice trip! Great post, James. :)

Glasia listens to Dragen's words in silence, her face drawn and serious. By the time he turns to find whatever libation he desires, a single tear runs down her cheek. As he strides off, she turns a brave face to the wind and stands in contemplation for a long moment. It doesn't last long...