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"Fine, run cowards. We have more important business to attend to!," the warforged shouts after the fleeing genasi. Crush will assist the frightened and wounded orc villagers any way he can. Once they are safe and secure he will try to get them talking. "So, what exactly happened here..."

Before she has time to consider her words, Auntie Mab blurts out, "Ie lema na'aer va a'seeren rast," in reply to the captain. "And may the winds carry you to peaceful shores." Clearly unsure of what she has just said, Auntie Mab is crestfallen to see tears streaking down Captain Elai's face...

"Yes, well, we can't have nasty beejums, bogans, and bazzlebaums marauding about now can we," says Auntie Mab, leaning against the ship's rigging, totally exhausted from the long jungle trek. "It would've been nice to recover more of that treasure, though." "But... maybe we'll get some kind of...

Auntie Mab picks herself up and dusts herself off, tapping into her last reserves of energy to ignore the bruises she sustained from the fall. "Well, dearies," she declares with a sigh, "we've slain the demons and recovered some treasure. Not bad for a day's work when you think about it. Even...

Auntie Mab begins tracing the sigil Illarion indicated backwards with her finger, having only a vague idea what she's doing. "Lets see circle around like this, then down, then in toward the center, and, um, maybe this way," she speculates coming to a three-way fork in the glyph. An ethereal...

"Yes, a pleasure indeed," Siv mumbles, grinning as he looks at his pay stub rather than his companions. "Time to head back into town and start putting this money to work," the gnome declares as he joins the supply caravan heading back towards Daunton. Thanks for the adventure Cute-Hydra and...

Summoning his reserves of strength and dashing around the pile of rocks, Crush attempts to press the advantage and take down the remaining injured tempest genasi, but misses badly, leaving himself vulnerable to attack. Minor= Warforged Resolve = gain 6 HP and 6 THP Move= 4 squares...

Mab spends a surge to return to 40/41 HP. Wincing at the headache caused by the wailing specter, Auntie Mab spends a moment recovering her composure. Then she taps into her "arcane" senses once more. "Look out Earth dearie! I sense grave danger ahead. See, look up there. Falling rocks. Best...

I think boons do count toward this since one of the properties reads: "Gain +1 to all skill checks made to notice, avoid, or disarm traps." I'm going to assume this is a success, and go ahead and make an arcana check for round 2 since I've got 2 aid bonuses now... and fail it miserably despite...

"Oooh! Look out Raijin dearie! There's a trip wire just there. See it? You'd have had a poisoned dart in your neck faster than you can say festering foulspawn. Now what was that you were saying? Ah, yes, magical energies. Let me think a moment..." Thievery, with +4 from aid another, +2 from...

"And I am Siveris Smythe," says the pinch-faced gnome, sketching a bow to the field captain, "Proprietor- er, that is- former proprietor of Siv's Salves, the finest apothecary in downtown Daunton. I am a highly skilled medic and herbalist."

I'm still up for it if that's the group's decision. Odds of success aren't great. But, neither are odds of death. For Mab anyway.

"It's like I told you dearie. I'm a great and powerful fey seer. The paths of destiny and the workings of magic are foretold to Auntie Mab," Mab pontificates with much mysterious hand flourishing, while Tristram buries his face in his paws in shame. "And yes Illarion dearie, I suppose I could...

Well, there's no way I can really fail this except nat 1, so... "Ooh, look at that dearies. A spike trap and a pressure plate. How quaint. I'll just, um, magic it off for a minute," Mab says, quickly slipping her hand beneath the false floorstone and flicking it's spring-loaded switch off it's...

"Ha, yes indeed Tavishny! Be careful in there. Wouldn't want your fleshy bits to become barbecue!," Crush calls out to Ryk. His jovial tone betraying just a hint of false bravado. Just a quick note to say I'm back from vacation, and I'll be able to run Crush's next turn. Looks like I missed one...

"Hmm... Well, I can't dearie," Auntie Mab says, eying the narrow opening. "But I'll bet our little helper can," she declares, as she uncorks her jeweled bottle, releasing the Hand of Salzacas. The spectral tieflingoid hand flexes its fingers and darts forward, easily passing through the opening...

"Yes, if we're to receive our commission fee, we'd best go see how things look on the front lines," Siv agrees, following along behind the others.

Just a quick note to say that I'm back in town now and mostly caught up on the thread. Great job demon slayers! :D And thanks a million for running Mab Neurotic! Nice job RPing her too. I'd posrep you, but "You must spread some XP around, blah, blah, blah..." I'll take Mab's turn during the...

"Hmm... This should pay for at least a week's worth of my attorney's hourly fees," Siveris says eying a pile of coins greedily. "A few more hauls like this and Siv's Salves could be rid of all the lawsuits and open for business again within a matter of months!" Siv pockets 256 gp worth of...