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Whee! Very glad to hear you found your players.

Tal grins as Femi groans. "This is what I do best!" he says as he lifts his rifle and leans over the back of the speeder, aiming at the closest tail. ooc: I'll go for maximum firepower rather than accuracy for now.

"Thank you, Jodya." She rushes forward to keep up with the woman's fast stride. "Know that I did not mean offense. I... we... are weary from the journey here and still wet from our excursion below the pier." Kaela looks to Jodya's face as they walk. ooc: Not sure if you want a Diplomacy roll?

Buy the d20 WoW book. Maybe they would be interested in roleplaying the game that fascinates them so much on the computer.

Fortier winces internally at the stinging comments from his superiors, keeping quiet as the inspection continues. When asked to move forward, he slings his rifle and follows Muller, keeping low. Reaching the boy, he first makes certain Nedjar is done before speaking to him in Arabic...

Kalea steps forward, a bolder expression on her face than her thoughts would reveal. "Our business is our own, woman, unless there is something that ties us together you might be aware of." She moves to within a step of the brazen, tall woman, making it known that if conversation is to be had...

Glasia lets out a sigh of relief after the captain leaves, intimidated by his blustery manner. "Maybe we should find our quarters? I would like to set down my gear. Be back in a few minutes, Morika." She smiles at a passing sailor. "Excuse me! Can you show us our quarters? It would be most...

That looked dope. I have some serious doubts about running it, though. My computer is having trouble with the latest Ghost Recon.

Glasia's smile lights up as she nods happily, sending out her feelings of goodwill towards the shifter for Cloudchaser to feel. The small hawk lands softly on Morika's arm, preening its feathers.

Marcel curses softly under his breath. Barzini's sure to win the love of the men with that. He calls out in Arabic. "Please stay still. What's in the bag?"

Nice stuff Darren! I like your beaver. Hmmm... does that sound as dirty as I think it does? Nevermind about your beaver.

I've posted some in the Eberron and d20 Modern forums, but I don't check them often. Maybe once every couple months? Edit: I haven't posted there in months, so I chose "I did but have given up on them".

Ooo, good call. That was great. I think I'd vote for either the Planescape box or Privateer's Iron Kingdoms Player's GUide and World Guide.

Fair warning- there is no way I'll be able to keep up with the Flurry of Posts (tm) you guys are setting. One a day isn't a problem, but the kind of rapid-fire conversation stuff will leave me a few posts behind everyone. I don't have a problem with it! Just letting you know my posts might...

Glasia is somewhat overwhelmed by all the banter, cranky remarks, and overt challenges. She smiles nervously when Morika asks her about the contents of the cage, asking her to wait until they are boarded. After joining the line to get her platinum, she thanks the shifter and sets down the cage...

Glasia is already counting the money in her head, her glance lingering on the bag. She shrinks back a step or two, standing on the outside of the group.

Glasia smiles at the curious warforged, reaching down and allowing him a peek. Inside is a hawk with feathers the color of fluffy summer clouds.

Same here.

Glasia politely declines the offer for help, although her expression is grateful. "He acts up if another carries him," she says, shifting the weight to her other hand. "Once we're off the dock, I'll let him loose. I'm afraid the pidgeons and gulls will be too much of a temptation right now." She...

Glasia is silent as she walks toward the pier, her voluminous traveler's cloak covering her features. She carries the covered birdcage at her side, obviously tiring from the weight. Approaching the shark-festooned ship, she notices others walking up as well. She cringes at the sight of the band...