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"Rraagh", Racid jumps away from whatever was in the stream. "I told you there was something here!" He takes his hammer and tries to spot the thing underwater. [ooc: Ready action; Ready to attack anything moving in the water (+5 melee warhammer dmg 1d8+3 /x3). Spot check -1. hp 43]

Racid yels and grabs his throwing axe. He tosses his axe towards the creature. [ooc: +3 (5-2 shaken) ranged throwing axe, damage 1d6+1, hp 43]

"We must be cautious from now on," Taneth says after awhile. "I will make an alarm spell around the camp. That should keep us save from further surprises." The elf walks to the bodies of the beasts. "These are no ordinary animals as everyone noticed. Does anyone know what are these beasts?"...

"Do they use these wagons to transfer gems back to town?" gray elf asks from Lydia. Maybe I could steal one of these wagons when it's full of gems. He looks the group around him. I'll propably need some help though... Maybe that half-orc could help me. He seems to be the right type for my...

I think LEW needs one more deity. Deity of necromancy and/or death. Like Vecna or Nerull from the PH or something between. Ofcourse Vanadan would be eager candidate when determing an undead deity! ;)

"Sadet!" Taneth cries after the last beast had been slain. He kneels beside the horse and examines its wounds. "You'll be alright, friend. Nothing will disturb us anymore," he whispers to the horses ear. He stays for awhile stroking the horse and speaking to it with calming words.

"I'll take one room, then. Here," he throws four silver coins to the counter "Keep the rest." "If anyone has nothing to say. I wish to retire to my room. I'm assuming that we will meet here, downstairs, when it is time to leave." With that, Vanadan turns and walks to upstairs.

Ok, thanks.

I forgot an important part from my character, but since it's not yet approved, I don't think it doesnt' matter that I changed it. :) Vanadan is now a necromancer. Prohibited school is Illusion. Also, I wanted to ask you Creamsteak, is it useful to plan your characters levelups beforehand...

Vanadan stands there smiling under his hood. "How much is it for one room, goodman?" he asks from the innkeeper.

Taneth sees the two beast falling. He turns towards one of the bound ones (the one that will be released sooner). A spell starts to form from his casting. [ooc: spell=Melf's Acid Arrow (or Acid Arrow if you prefer it that way), target=the beast which will be released soon]

"No need to stay here then." Vanadan starts to walk to the inn Lydia mensioned.

"What in the name of -," Racid starts. He puts his free hand (the other holds his shield) in the water to see what it is. "There's something underwater over here!" he yels for the others.

Taneth Aislan (hp 14/14, AC 15 (50% mc), atk +2 m (1d8, 19-20/x2) or +6 r (1d6, x3) Taneth backs away from the beast (#4). "Ian, can you handle this one?" he asks quickly without waiting for an answer. He turns and starts to cast another spell. [ooc: spell=Scorching Ray, target=#2]

Vanadan also pays for the fare. He feels somewhat symphaty to the kobold since their mutual history. Then he punishes himself quietly in his mind. The feeling passes. Symphaty is for those who fail in the end. True power is gained at the expense of others, the weak. ooc: I'll update my...

"They're obviously hiding something and because of their hidden motives it's unlikely that they would just let us in and investigate their doings. Despite the fact that I don't like the idea of squeezing in a box with the orc-twins here," refering to Wogar and Grog, "I must say, that this is...

Taneth Aislan (hp 14/14, AC 15, atk +2 m (1d8, 19-20/x2) or +6 r (1d6, x3) Taneth starts to cast a spell with his free hand. [ooc: spell=displacement target=self, concentration check +12 (casting while defending)]

I've send two mails to nimisgod and still my character hasn't been approved. How could I make him notice my mails?

"My name is Vanadan. You may call me the Fallen Leaf, if you like. I'm a mage specialized in the arts of death," Vanadan says when it is his turn introduce himself. He raises his hood and hides his hands in the sleeves. The elf doesn't seem to bother to join the conversation. It's all the same...

Racid stops to listen the sound. He starts to unpack his shield and loosen the straps of the hammer and one of the throwing axes. What do you say, Sychella. Is it near? he asks when he sees the half-drow listening carefully. It might be those beasts that they were talking about in the town...