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~ With the Halfling in tow, Halvar spoke up as if on cue. In such halls, the normally bold Lakeman measured his voice, sounding almost humbled in the presence of Lindar now that he stood in the home of the elves. " If ... If it were no trouble," he started, " I am sure Miss Greenmeadows shares...

~ Faindil had to admit that he was rather impressed with the diplomatic tone and words of the Hobgoblin. Considering his performance with the Orc, he supposed there wasn't much to be surprised about, but the priest was all too happy to know that his present company was as stereotype defying as...

We moved on to the Waterdeep thread, but I had plans during our "downtime" in Triboar for Koldan to dig his sword in and play dentist.

Well at least I'll be warm. Next level will be the first of Wizard until I reach Bladesinger, may go back and pick up an Oath later, but will mostly be Bladesinger

" Just a little something." Reaching into his pack, Koldan removed an awkwardly large object swaddled in cloth. It had to have been about the length of his forearm, the Ranger struggling a bit to move closer to Dorkath without bumping the package into any of the diners. Once he was within arm's...

My Career Path? Am I up for a promotion?

Was about to say, considering I'm going Paladin/Bladesinger, I would hope Multiclassing would be allowed! lol

That must be our guy. " Not exactly here for a bite, Dorkath the Orkath," Koldan called back, stepping into the restaurant proper and flicking the platinum badge towards the proprietor with the same accuracy he had shown back in Triboar. " Friend of yours, Miss Shendrel, sent us. Urgent...

Wooo, level 2. Updating now

Seros Animus http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/livingpf/images/8/81/Seros.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160729043126~ The heat was killing him. His slightly-golden skin was burning in the sunlight, leaving parts of his face and the V of his chest redder than Fhanna's hair. He would have covered...

I'd say he was very eccentric but he wasn't exactly building doomsday weapons or completely impossible projects. That we know of.

Tarukka slumped hard against the railing after the pirates had surrendered, his axe clattering to the wooden deck and held in place by a weak palm so it did not slide into the briny sea. His shield was loosened, his armor desperately clawed at to try and remove the weight upon his shoulder...

~ " I imagine a simple chat," Faindil replied, his voice warm and yet brimming with energy despite the hour, " See what holds up the Dwarf and if we may be able to speed it along." He paused at the bottom of the stairs, pondering. " Though where our path takes us, I must wonder if there is...

I must say, I do love both: they both bring something new and interesting to the table. Just as a side note: Gnomes do not inherently have to be "silly", I daresay many in this setting would take themselves rather seriously as physicists, chemists, and architects. While the Gnomish reputation...

Basically, in Arabian tales, always be Sinbad. If you can't be Sinbad, being the child of Sinbad is acceptable.

Suggestion: what if her dad was a Sea Mage? Could still be very Sinbad, smuggler, etc., but was killed by The Brotherhood of True Flame (without Ankabut knowing who they are or why they killed him). Originally Ankabut lives a kinda life of luxury (her dad is basically a minor hero and rather...

~ Though he may have had other questions, Faindil realized quickly that the conversation appeared to be over. His pale eyes tracked the entering elf for a brief moment, sighing sadly. Here, a surface dweller was content to take coin to lay with a man such as this, and yet it was his people, The...

This setting kills me because the more I ponder and think about it, the more character ideas I come up with. I am so happy I already have a sheet done ._.

Just a note on the Healing aspect, Kaniel is proficient with an herbalism kit (to create healing items) and can use Druidic scrolls/items as well, so if we get lucky I may be able to at least serve as an Out-Of-Combat-Medic.

Hm, well there goes my plan. We need to stay the hell away from that tunnel, that's bad news. Unless we do some sort of distraction thing: someone serves as bait and drives off while the others go more hush-hush and sneak Miss Pop Star out a different route.