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Shadrin meets the strange gaze of the investigator. He sighs deeply before speaking. "So some Dead turn up even deader. Shouldn't we be celebrating their finding of the True Death or something? I don't care that some gully got pealed over some faction nonsense, alright? You are keeping me...

Gurv takes his folder and opens it immediately. He starts flipping through the maps and papers, assessing the worth of the information. When Phaeton offers questions, he speaks up. "I think we should look into these thieves. See who they have connections with in Arabel. See who they are...

Gurv Bhegen Male Human Ranger (Urban) 2 Lawful Neutral Patron Deity (Waukeen) Str 14 +2 (06 pts) Dex 14 +2 (06 pts) Con 12 +1 (04 pts) Int 13 +1 (05 pts) Wis 12 +1 (04 pts) Cha 12 +1 (04 pts) Hit Points 16 Action Points ?? AC 16, Touch 12, Flat 14 Init +6 BAB +2, Grap +4 Speed 30' (base 30'...

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Cable modem and light blue, please.

Shadrin paces around, eyeing the guards blocking his way. When the investigator approaches, the young man walks up to him. His red eyes appraise the man cooly. Shadrin rubs the shaved side of his head as he speaks, pulling the longer, black hair on top out of his eyes. "Listen, I don't know...

Looking forward to this. Now, we're just at the mercy of the dice. Who gets the squire, who gets the apprentice, and who gets the ratcatcher.

Lokin sees the chests that Kol pointed at. "I didn't see those. Those have some promise, don't they? Payne, if you could apply your expertise on those chests, maybe we can make this trip worthwhile."

Eskon raises his hands in a non-threatening manner. "Okay, okay. Let's not get dramatic about this. I would hardly consider pushing on to get to the other side as being the same thing as suicide. I'm just stressing the fact that we're not on a pleasurable hike through the wilderness. Time...

For the bloodlines, a PC gains abilities every level but they must sacrifice a level every certain number of gained levels, depending on the extent of the bloodline. For a major blood level, a character must sacrifice a level before 3rd level to continue to gain bloodline benefits. Shadrin...

Lokin holds his position, protecting the flickering flame as well as possible. "Looks like the old armory, I suppose. Most of this stuff is junk, though. Probably ruined before even the orcs or lizardfolk came or they'd of used it."

Here's my submission. Let me know what you think: Gurv Bhegen Male Human Ranger (Urban) 2 Lawful Neutral Patron Deity (Waukeen) Str 14 +2 (06 pts) Dex 14 +2 (06 pts) Con 12 +1 (04 pts) Int 13 +1 (05 pts) Wis 12 +1 (04 pts) Cha 12 +1 (04 pts) Hit Points 16 Action Points ?? AC 16, Touch 12...

Would you consider the Thug variant of the fighter or the Urban Ranger as possibilities? I was hoping to make an urban operative type character. Fulfilling the role of streetsmart bodyguard or hired muscle. A tough melee character who, while lacking the craftiness of a rogue, has more to...

Name: Shadrin Molgen Class: Ranger (Planar)/Bloodline Race: Human (Demonic Bloodline) Size: Medium Gender: Male Alignment: Lawful Neutral Deity: None Str: 16 +3 (06p.) Level: 3/1 XP: XXXX Dex: 16 +3 (10p.) BAB: +3 HP: 12 (1d10+2) Con: 14 +2 (06p.) Grapple: +6 Dmg...

I have a character ready (and saved on my work computer) that I will submit tomorrow. He's a planar ranger human with a major demonic bloodline. Let me know how that works.

Lokin tries to use his shield to block the wind from the torch, standing right by Kongu. It may prevent light from illuminating that direction, but he figures he'll be the first to suffer if something tries to make use of that shadow.

Eskon listens to the other, rubbing his short beard and looking off towards the other edge. "I'd like to press on to the other edge. Might be a bit more dangerous, but I'd rather take the risk than lose the trail. If I was looking for safety, I would have stayed in Orussus. But, of course...

I'd be interested in a WHFRP game. I'd like to play an Imperial human. Beyond that, I'd let the dice figure out where I go from there.

Lokin instinctively drops into a low defensive stance, ducking his head and neck behind his shield. "Quickly, light the torch. Zurd, tell us what we're looking at." Lokin waits for the impact of an attack from the dark.

Eskon grins sheepishly. "Not my finest moment. Luckily, the head trauma prevents me from remembering much of it. All kidding aside, I was very ill-prepared for this trip...and I'm not the only one. In matters of desert survival, I have nothing to offer. So, please, tell us what to do."