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(OOC: Sense Motive: 5)

Carrion looks at Griff, than looks at himself. "How far? How much time? I...um...I can't go that fast. Never gotten much faster than 100, 110 when diving, maybe? Can I fit with the rest of you? Maybe if I just hold on?"

Lokin looks over at Kyle, who is also leaning against the wall. He speaks relatively quietly. "You probably think we're crazy, huh? Sorry to have dragged us into our drama but it's nice having you along. You see, I think had a thing for Payne and the feeling, I guess, wasn't mutual. So...

Ottokar, kneeling next to the body, looks up. "Certainly a professional job. We should talk to some of the other priests. Find out if Morton had any enemies. Check where this window comes out, as well. See if any witnesses saw someone leave by that way...unless they left by another route."...

Lokin looks at Zurd as he speaks and frowns slightly when he mentions the broken truce. "Forgive me if I am wrong, but you were planning at breaking the truce at some point, correct? I have traveled with you only a short time, but we have spoken of our future plans before and you've never...

Kell looks up at the Deregan; his stare unwavering but undefiant. "No disrespect intended, sir. I am of once noble blood but I have no knightly upbringing. Forgive my low bearing. I am not used to speaking in the manner you want me to. I wanted to know how we, the kender and dwarf and the...

Kell steps forward, absently strumming his bowstring with his thumb. "Sir, we're posing as replacements, correct? We're not supposed to reveal our true purpose here. But we don't look like a normal bunch of soldiers to me. Quite the opposite, actually. What's our cover story?" Kell speaks...

Lokin sees the orcs disappear into the darkness beyond the reach of his eyes. Cursing softly, he looks back to his group. "We can expect either a counterattack when reinforcements arrive or an ambush if we proceed. This is not the fight I expected or the tactical position we were hoping for...

Ottokar will examine the body of Father Morten, looking over the nature of his wounds and how he died. "If we can understand the killer acted, it may give us some clues about who committed this the ghastly deed. It takes an especially arrogant fool to kill one of member of the priesthood in...

Lokin, dropping the orc with his cleaving attack, spins around seeking another foe. Seeing the Kyle and Kol still have an enemy standing, he moves in that direction to back up his allies in case the orc is fortunate enough to survive the next wave of attacks.

Ottokar shakes his head. "I can't be sure. I was trying to tend to Dietrich. Between his wounds and the relic, I wasn't paying attention to who was around. Plenty of people, though. Was Granny, maybe? Even if someone saw us take the relic, did they see us give it to Morton. What I think...

Jon comes down below deck to see the person calling back to him. As he approaches, he grins. "Hmmm...interested bystander, eh? Interested in what, may I ask? As for a captain? That's a good question. We're still trying sort things out ourselves. So...what kind of trouble are you talking...

(OOC: Thanks. Eskon's actually pretty trim, so it shouldn't be a problem at all. I think he'll travel with his own armor but not wear it during the day.)

(OOC: Then I suppose we all did. That being said, Eskon is ready to go. 2 questions: 1) Can Eskon wear his armor and maintain a light load for his camel? 2) If so, what penalties does he suffer in the desert for heat exhaustion and the like?)

Ottokar turns to the dwarf respectfully. "And I am Ottokar, Initiate of the Order of the Silver Hammer." He extends his hand to the dwarf. Ottokar then looks back at the rest of the group. "Winifred..." He gestures to his friend. "...and I had just returned a rare relic of Sigmar to...

As the group prepares for being in public, Carrion practices several poses to fit into the space of several beasts of burden, trying to find the right one. He turns his head to Highbrow. "Listen, I know they didn't send me over here because of my keen tactical skills. You seem to have...

(OOC: I'm not sure which camels anyone else decided upon but I would prefer the faster camels if we can all ride them with light loads. If not, I'd go with the stronger, slower ones, as the party will be going as fast as its slowest member. Besides that, I think we're ready to go)

Lokin darts forward, past the orc grappling Payne to take position just north of Zurd. Changing direction quickly, he swings a measured blow at the orc attacking Payne. Lokin is moving to the positon where the orc c and orc e are within melee range. He will attack orc c, the one grappling...

Carrion listens idly, splayed out on the mattress. Finally, he speaks, his two-toned voice reverberating oddly in the room. "Maybe we should attempt to get ahold of some gear. Communications, for one, might be good. Walkie-talkies or at least cell phones with headsets. Get some local cash...

Seifer's face shows some relief. "A respectful battle between civilized people. This is a fight I can understand. May the worthy side be victorious. May the losing side fight with honor." Seifer draws his blade and salutes the lizardmen.