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I'm running an introductory 4e adventure at a local convention in October (Draconis, in Montreal), and this looks like the perfect adventure to use. I'll let you know how it goes afterwards.

Good to hear, I hope everything goes okay for you.

A secret service agent appeared out of the blizzard. Wearing a heavy coat over his standard issue suit and sunglasses, he rapped on the side of the van and waited for one of the team to approach. "You came out in this weather? I'm impressed. Now, let's get inside and do the security checks...

OOC: I still need Meri's updated character sheet The weather outside is blizzard like by now. Visibility is extremely limited, and the temperature makes staying outside for long periods of time a dicey prospect. The roads are practically impassable by this point as well. Air travel is out of...

I'm sorry to hear that, I hope everything goes okay for you.

OOC: Apologies about my slow posting Durvin shouted incoherently as he swung his club and stepped to the side OOC: Shifting to the north side of the K2 and attacking with Holy Strike Attack: 10 Damage: 10

"Well, you see," Z said, as she worked on the computer. "When a Faerie is born, he or she is linked to some element or natural force. Fire, water, nature, forests, etc. I was born just over twenty years ago. My element turned out to be electricity, and computers in specific, almost certainly...

"I'm doing okay," Z said said quietly, smiling at Cade. "Stanfield and the others keep making me go to the therapist weekly, so I can get over the trauma," she rolled her eyes. "They just don't listen, I'm fine, I bounce back easily. And as for that prophecy, well, I know that you'll stop it...

"Good luck, agents," Stanfield said, standing up. "I know you'll do us proud." After the briefing, Team Libra made their way to garage, accompanied by Z, where Ryker handed over the keys to the van. Inside was numerous computer and radio systems in the back, that Z quickly seated herself at...

OOC: Sorry about the delay. I just got back from my vacation, and I've been really busy, especially with getting a fourth edition game I'm DMing at the local club set up. I should have a post up to move the plot forward to the next scene in a day or two.

"Hah! Face me! Moradin guide my arm!" Durvin shouted, bounding ahead of the group towards the kobolds, waving his scavenged club. OOC: Double moving up to the closest kobold, and then using divine challenge to mark it.

Durvin kept his eyes open as he walked along with the group, but it wasn't his strong suit. Perception: 4

"I'm no guide, aye," Durvin said, nodding to O-Haril. "And I'm out of me element more than most in these damned jungles. Go ahead."

Durvin found a piece of wood suitable enough to use as a serviceable great club. "Aye, this should do," he said, as he took a few practice swings.

Creating a curse that would spread around a contagious disease doesn't seem like the sort of thing that good aligned clerics and paladins would do.

"I'll just be grabbin' some wood to use as a club," Durvin said, searching about for an appropriately sized piece. "Until I can find a decent hammer."

"Good luck lads, and try to stay safe, aye?" Durvin told the other group, as they captain formed the different parties. "May Moradin bless your endeavors and lend his strength to your arms."

"We must have been brought here by magic," Durvin mused. "And I'd wager whoever brought us here did this. So why do this?"

OOC: Remember, I ruled that the template MEri took would let you qualify at this level.