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'Hmm, I think your counting may be a bit off Nars' Morulas mumbles. '596.3 gp for the valuables, 2025 gp for the items (half if sold) and 4600 for the enchanted weapons would be well over 7.000 gp!' the elf whistles impressed. 'More than twice of what you've counted...' Morulas mocks the dwarf...

'Demons.. Feyfolk.. and scythewielding thiefs?' Morulas frowns highly sceptical. 'But I guess we can have a word with the goldsmith next door if you so choose.' OoC: Yah, nice adventure. Hope I didn't spoil to much of it with my moral bickering.

So anyone can now just set up a Psionic Character? Or there still some restrictions?

'Yallume!'² Morulas exclaims cheerfully as the smoke clears more obvioulsy. Turning around to account for the rest of the rescue team, Morulas notes the suddenly present Wizards. 'Well I assume than, that you are.. Rilithorne?' ²

Growing suspicious, Lynx ceases his hectic motions and focuses the elven boy with his mesmerizing, feline eyes drawn tight. 'Yes.. you could my .. friend!' the Wizard answers in a strangly quiet and enticing voice, prompting him to come closer with an awkward motion of his claw-tipped fingers...

For a moment, Razir ponders the impression he'd make in Orussus with some new crocodile-skin-boots, but similarly comes to the conclusion that he'd have no Idea on how to hide the scaly beast. 'Not much skin left anyways..' the half-elf rasps. '..besides, we're still running against the clock...

Equally shocked and amazed at the potence of the magic drink, Morulas nontheless skillfully circles the halbeard around in a spinning move and brings the blade down on the living spell in a bold downward arc. [Attack + 7 (+1BAB, +3 Str, +1 MW Weapon, +2 Flanking)] [Damage d10 + 4)] A...

Trying to judge the position of his companions, as well as that of the Living Spell, by the sounds more than the vague siluettes visible in the smoke, the elven Ranger darts into the fray, halbeard leading to skewer the strange creature. S'still the same [Attack + 7 (+1BAB, +3 Str, +1 MW...

Leaning back on his chair, Lynx twists his head back and forth, studying the decor with awed interest. 'Well.. nice.' the Shifter rejoices 'Since House D'Orien covers the outlay, why don't we see if the kitchen lives up to the places standard?' Turning around quickly, almost tipping his...

Taking a quick look outside to glance skywards, Haramir shrugs doubtful. 'The stars can hardly be read in this city on the clearest of nights, and with all this rain.... midnight might well be fast approaching.' Seeing that the everyone has finished their drink, the black-skinned Barbarian...

Cringing as he hears the vicious gnomes battlecry, the elven ranger seriously doubts that the Barbarian is still in a state of mind to drink the offered Potion. Afraid to waste this chance, Morulas uncorks the vial himself and drinks the magic liquid. (taking a 5 ft. step if I have to avoid...

'Yes, yes.. thank you Zook.' Lynx quickly responds, freeing himself finally of the responsibility of his horse. 'Let's see what this place has to offer. Sure looks like it would hold his own in some of the better districts of Sharn.' Purring with the prospect of fine food and drink, the...

Haramir, still leaning back on the terribly fragile looking wall of the ramshackle hut, raises his hands in a defensive gesture. 'I did not know your friend, though you have my sympathies for his surely undeserved demise. Nor do I presume to know how words and rumors spread in the city of...

Taking the Potion from Rodimus with a nod of acknowledgement, Morulas carefully stores the vial in his bandoleer and takes up the halbeard. Without further hesitation, the elf strides through glimmering barrier into the whirling smoke, hoping against hope that their last desperate plan will...

Name: x Gender: male Race: Human Class: Psychic Warrior Alignment: Neutral Good Deity: none Ability Score Mod Cost Level: 1st XP: 0 Str: 14 +2 6 BAB: +0 HP: 12 (1d8+2+PsiBody) Dex: 15 +2 8 Grap: +2 AC: 14 (+2 Dex, +2 Armor) Con: 14 +2 4 Speed...

Overtly glad to finally get off the stubborn horse, Lynx jumps from the saddle and stretches exaggeratedly to show his relief. 'Nice place.' the Shifter notes '..far to nice a place for truculent beast like you I guess' he adds, patting his mount forgivingly. Still, glancing around Lynx...

'He found that baby Lizard?' Celebren looks intriqued.. and maybe even a bit envious that it wasn't him who discovered the little creature. 'When? How? What did it say? Well,.. where? I mean.' Jumping up from his seat the eager youngster glances around the deck, ready to dash whereever the...

Turning towards Half-Orc, Morulas carefully inquires. 'Maybe.. you.. Sir Rodimus. Maybe you could share with me that magic potion. With that, I might be able .. I hope I will be able i mean .. to help the rest of the people inside from their dire straits.'...

Balancing the four steaming glasses of tea without effort in his large hands, the stranger sits down opposite of you distributing the drinks. With a nod towards the sceptical Korren, the dark-skinned stranger begins after taking a quick sip from the steaming chai. 'Yes, yes my name. I haven't...

'Well, thats as sound a plan as any I guess.' Lynx absentmindedly agrees. Mainly the Shifter is looking forward to get off the horse. After pausing to stretch himself in the saddle, trying to get a glance of the longed for Inn, Lynx adds. 'I doubt though we can save much time by splitting up...