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OOC: I love your choice of figures for Sparrow! That's great...nature-loving elf and all!

No prob. I just can't believe the number of times people try doing stuff non-chalantly and expect to get away with it. Not directed at you or anyone else in this game, specifically.

Turik falls from massive attack, crawls over and checks on the condition of Ian and tries to stabilize him, if possible.

Three days ago . . . If Amanu was present, he speaks up, "Beware that the eyes may betray the mind. A arcanist interested in sure magicks can certainly deceive the senses in this area."

"An excellent idea, my friend. Let's take this opportunity to see if there are other immediate evils about", Morden adds.

OOC: I hate rules lawyering...partial charge would work though.... Turik falls from the attack!

There is no price modifier that I know of. It's just that having a epic level caster create an item means that they will be able to have the item-save adjustment feat and the ability to use there own stats. Do what you want with that, but it's maintainly from what I would be able to create...

Mine. Hmm...there's room for compromise on what the cohort should be. What do you have in mind, Goldeneagle or whoever is next on the list?

Morden ponders the situation.... An illusion, perhaps?

OOC: I think there was a mis-communication here. By "companions" I meant Kintys, Sparrow and Tragus. If he did indeed notch the arrow, I would have struck at Taem. In my mind, nonchalantly grabbing a bow and then nonchalantly drawing an arrow are impossibilities. Maybe, we should rework...

Turik also stands up and his hand edges ever closer to the handle of his blade. He keeps a close eye on Taem and his "companions" and listens carefully to his words. OOC: Readied action: draw and attack Taem at first sign of violence from he or his "companions". I don't want to offensive and...

Turik eyes Ian curiously. In a low voice, he addresses Ian, "Speak quickly. Are we expecting friends or foes? Regardless, they--in a great number--seemed to have found you." Turik quickly notes in his mind a possible exit besides the front door.

My intent was not to be restrictive. I wanted it left open what you thought of the situation, as well as your goals and motivations. Hopefully, you feel that you have enough free will to post as you desire, within only limited restrictions, of course.

"The motley crew. People of Kythraen don't have the good breeding to know to keep to their own kind." Turik responds.

At this point, Amanu, who had previously been silent, speaks up. "Before parting our separate ways, might we make two inquiries of you? The first, to what ends do you seek the power of time stop? The second, how came you to your current situation? This ship seems quite lonely, so far from...

"Hold!" Morden yells out. Then, a brief smile appears on Morden's lips followed by an arcane chant. A 20' wide cloud of glitterdust appears, centered near (i.e., B6) where the creature was.

Re: Turik's Story "Dearer friends are found among bloodied blades than among sweet meats and tales. That is something understood by men from the North and al'Kar. You have been most kind to share the tales of the father of your father with me. I would loath to not repay this kindness you...

Morden "The Pious" Kainen V: Human Cleric 1/Evoker 5; CR 6; Medium Humanoid; HD 1d8+5d4+20; hp 41; Init +3; Spd 30'; AC 16 (touch 15, flat-footed 13); Atk +2 base, +3 melee (1d4+1, dagger), +7 ranged (1d8+1, mighty composite short bow (+1 STR)); SQ: toad familiar (named Merkit); AL LG; SV Fort...

Amanu eyes Terigmar curiously at the mention of such a powerful dweomer, although he offers no opinion on the subject. Amanu remains a silent observer.

Morden unleashes a volley of arrows at the blue giant, provided that I am out of reach, or else I back up before doing so.