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Ruathen's eyes widen and, just for a moment, flicker with fear, as he sees two of his allies fall in as many seconds. Mastering himself, he extends a hand and sends a pair of incandescent bolts streaking toward the giant. "Come on, then!" he screams at it in challenge, and, realizing it has a...

Seeing that his adversary's vision seems unimpaired, Ruathen frowns but immediately presses the offensive with a pair of rapier thrusts, before springing back a step, hoping to draw his foe into opening itself to further attack. Full attack with rapier, followed by 5' step back (remember...

"Hurk!" Ruathen buckles under the sudden impact, and staggers for a moment before regaining his footing and craning his neck to see where it had come from. When he realizes that this was no simple avalanche, he quickly decides to take any further such projectiles out of the equation, and casts a...

Ruathen just grins at Konstantine, and nods to Zagnak. "I know you had reservations about this undertaking, my friend, but do know that we all value your wilderness expertise."

As an elf, Ruathen only needs to meditate 4 hours each day, so he can keep watch whenever Konstantine isn't. As for marching order, he should probably be around 3rd in line; that way, he can cast any buffs or ranged attack spells before joining the melee. Ruathen, having risen some time...

Good catch - saved me almost 20 gold!

Ruathen makes his way from merchant to merchant, purchasing the necessities of a mountain trek.* He briefly considers browsing the offerings of those merchants who cater to Durbenford's arcanist community, but upon inspecting his remaining funds, quickly thinks better of it - besides, he reminds...

"Yes, I think hiring conveyance across the lake would be well worth the cost, considering the supplies and time we would consume in circumambulating it. Aside from that, I would certainly be willing to share the cost of a tent with one of you all."

"Hmm, given the treacherous nature of mountain travel, perhaps your horse would be better kept stabled somewhere here in town?" Ruathen wonders, cringing at the prospect of a horse breaking its leg in some crevice. "Otherwise, we should probably invest in a few tents, sufficient rations, and...

"It seems we will be unable to proceed at all without at least determining how to approach this sanctuary - we should certainly contact this Master Orin if he is an authority on the region," Ruathen nods to Konstantine. "Once we have the relevant information, we can acquire any additional...

Ruathen nods. "It seems a worthy challenge, indeed. My blade will accompany any who feel likewise."

Ruathen sits back in his chair with eyes shut and brows arched, as he takes in the scope of the circumstances Helen describes. "This is certainly no mean task you propose, Ms. Dunsreisch; I believe I understand why the Prince sought to address it with a group possessing more specialized skills...

"Not at all. These, however," Ruathen says, tapping one of his travel-worn boots, "had seen better days, and were allowing my feet to meet the road much more intimately than I like. The cobbler in Dyer's Hamlet does good work." "Oh, now, that wouldn't be a bit of sarcasm, would it?" he says...

Ruathen lifts his glass in silent salute as the master of social combat goes to work.

Snapping out of his reverie, Ruathen greets the party with a smile. "I commend your able handling of the animated vegetation. I look forward to learning just what opportunity your success has attracted in the person of this Ms. Dunsreisch." "Or bring things to a head, more like," he says with...

Very much liking the new Mostin pic, even if he is wearing one of his more modest chapeaux :p

Ruathen rocks back in one of the chairs, idly twiddling a dart between his fingers. He happens to be facing the stage, but the faraway look in his eyes makes it obvious that his mind, as usual, is occupied with esoteric concepts far removed from the here and now. He doesn't seem to notice his...

Hey, everybody :) I suppose we could assume that Ruathen split off from the group en route to Durbenford a couple of days ago to stop at Dyer's Hamlet for supplies or shoe repair or something, and made it into town maybe half a day after you all. You can expect that he found his way to the Ox...

Name: Ruathen Lafhal Class: Fighter 4/Wizard 2/Bladesinger 2 Race: Elf Size: Medium Gender: Male Alignment: Neutral Good Deity: -- Str: 10 +0 (2p.) Level: 8 XP: 29050 Dex: 18 +4 (8p. +2 racial +1 lvl) BAB: +7/+2 HP: 37 (4d10+2d4+2d8) Con: 10 +0 (4p...

Yep, still here and glad to step in if you need me :)