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Eskon fights on, swinging his blade down on the closest scorpion. Attack: 10, Damage: 6 The dice remain hot for me.

Carrion shrugs. The casual gesture looks odd due to his hulking frame. "The crank call might spook 'em a little. I have to agree that we're getting nowhere talking about it. If it doesn't work, we'll figure out something else. Let's do it."

Ottokar, after the fruitless interaction with the widow, rubs his eyes wearily. "That's all we can do, I suppose. It's getting frustrating. We have body after body with no real clue to a culprit or even a distinct motive." The young initiate rubs the small silver hammer he received from...

Lokin nods at Kol's idea. "Actually, that's a good point. Maybe we should keep exploring to make sure this area is secure. Then, once we are done here, we can send one of us to get the cart while the rest of us protect the treasure. Then we can take the cart back to Orussus in one trip."

Ottokar steps forward to speak to the widow, his head lowered respectfully. "Ma'am. I'm sorry to bother you at this difficult time. We...we're trying to understand what happened to your husband. Who would want to hurt him? Did he have any enemies? Did he mention anything going on in his...

Kell nods as he sips his ale. "I agree. I feel like we should volunteer for duty. See if we can make some progress and see how the higher-ups treat us."

Eskon looks as his animals falls onto the sand. "Hey, that was my camel! I need that!" Attack: 7, Damage: 5 I know showing the damage isn't necessary, but I just wanted to show the snake eyes I rolled for damage after rolling my 2 for my attack

Ostu watches the planning occurring around him. "I'm so lucky to have such resourceful people traveling with me," he says with pleasant mockery. He kneels down to brush off some of the web from his worn gray trousers, seeing another stain added to his once fine clothing. "This is why I...

Ostu squeezes into the webby cave, his bow once agains stowed across his back. He smiles as he squints to see his fallen companions in the low light. "You guys okay?"

Lokin will suggest heading to the inn and finding an area farmer who will lend a wagon and a few of his stronger sons for a few days in exchange for more coin than they make in months

Lokin nods, grabbing the sack of weapons and armor. "I can take this back and rent a team. Mules, a cart, a team. If someone wants to come with me, we can get some gold in our pockets before we come back and finish the job. I think the idea of taking care of this slowly and carefully is a...

Lokin wakes up in good spirits for his watch in the early morning. The only reminder he shows of yesterday's grisly work is the blood coagulating in the chain link of his mail and the sticky crimson stains he has yet to wash off his skin and clothing. He looks especially youthful with the...

Ottokar rejoins the others after his searches and hears about the guard's family situation. "Well, it turns out nothing is reported missing here. It wouldn't appear to be a murder and robbery, such as it was in the first case. So, if the guard wasn't killed to break-in, it might be personal...

Tully has spent the morning talking to Pip, happy to have someone to listen to his stories. "Yeah...so this guy. Well, he said he was a half-orc but I'd say closer to three-quarters, if you ask me. He says: 'I bet you can't drink the whole thing.' Well, I say: 'You're on.' Then I grabbed...

Lokin nods to Kol. "I could use a bit of rest, to be honest. I'll take last watch, after I've gotten some shut-eye." Lokin removes his tabard and mail, revealing the ripped and blood-spattered cloth backing. He takes this off as well, revealing his pale and thin torso. The jagged sword...

Kell sips at his ale then speaks after being silent for most of the meal. "Giants, eh? Anything's possible, I suppose, but we're probably talking about some large and especially ugly ogres. Fear and the spreading of tales to different people has a tendency to make threats grow bigger and bigger."

Tully stands up and stretches his arms after a few moments warming up by the fire. "Well, I think that settles it. I'd rather eat another breakfast of rations if it'll put me in a flealess bed closer to where we're going. I also don't feel like spending my evening in an overpriced, smokey...

Tullivan finishes dressing, throwing his cloak over his wide shoulders. Stepping over to the fire, he stabs a piece of bacon with the tip of his dagger and then stuffs the still dripping piece of meat into his mouth. Smiling, the warrior resheathes his blade and runs his hand over his freshly...

Lokin stops moving, listening carefully. "Yeah. What is that?" Easing his bag of gear to the floor, Lokin slides his hand through the loosened shield straps and then tightens them. He then slowly draws his sword as quietly as possible. Lokin gestures to Zurd or whoever his closest holding a...

Carrion shrugs sheepishly. "Yeah...um...I don't know. I mean, I know we have to do something. If I just pulled off an act of terrorism and I started getting weird calls, I'd be suspicious. I'm not quite sure what we need to do. I just think that we need to tread lightly in whatever we do...