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Siveris comes running along behind the others as fast as his legs will carry him. "First I am ignored, then left behind. It's almost like they don't want gnomes joining the army! But, surely the fools won't traipse off to battle without a combat medic," he pants as he comes jogging in. "Ah...

"Ooh, Tristram! Look at that, a shipwreck! I bet there's lots of hidden shiny things to ferret out. Let's go see, shall we?," says Auntie Mab, following along behind the others.

At the arrival of the military men, Siveris jumps down off his barstool, and strides over to the half-giant. He sketches a small bow, then looks up... far up into the eyes of the sargeant with an equally cold and calculating expression. "I believe there's been some sort of error. I am Siveris...

Having long since exhausted the patience of her traveling companions with her tall tales and faerie stories, Auntie Mab is delighted to have found fresh targets in the ship's crew. She takes to following Biggs and Captain Elai around the ship, chattering continuously. She does manage to learn a...

"Certainly dearie," says Auntie Mab, shaking the captain's hand. "We'll try to keep it looking nice for you. Sometimes Earth gets a little overenthusiastic and smashes things, but we'll make sure he uses some restraint when we skewer the beast," she proclaims, with a touch of false bravado.

"Well, alright dearie. Whatever you say," says Auntie Mab, slightly crestfallen. "We are in a hurry, and um, honor-bound, as Earth and Raijin said. Can't fault an old fortune teller for trying to get a better deal though," she says with a wry smile. "Why don't you go talk to the captain love...

Crush ponders Lord ir'Haran's statements briefly, then stands up saying, "Lance Corporal, all this 'not talking' has given me much to think about." The warforged then comes to attention and snaps off a Cyran salute. "I wish you a speedy recovery and good fortune in your future endeavors, sir!"...

Having been unusually quiet since the party's meeting with Lieutenant Raiv (perhaps experiencing trepidations of the coming voyage), Auntie Mab breaks her silence to see if she can sway the bargain. "Yes, here's that sketch dearie," she says, handing the map to Biggs. "We'll certainly avenge...

"Ah, yes, there's that ogre again," Siveris remarks peevishly to no one in particular as he looks up from his glass of port. "But, where's this Sergeant Hiscocks who's supposed to come collect us? Seriously, do these people want a war or not? I'm down to my last piece of silver paying for the...

Unaware of the significance of the Brellish tokens, or the mark on the card that came with them, Crush sits idly by in the healing hall waiting for Lord ir'Haran to come to. He passes the time repetitively exercising and oiling his left knee, which seems to be acting up again since the strain of...

Mab's ready when everyone else is.

Crush scans the room for any likely exit. Any doors, windows, etc. within sight? Crush's passive perception is 12

Crush is blasted by a gout of flames, as his steel hands clamp down on Vok's ankles and he drags the half-elf out of the fire. Start = fire attack = crit! (ouch) for 13 damage Minor = grab Vok's feet Double Move = to I11 Crush—Male Warforged Warlord 4 Initiative: +4, Passive...

Sure, I did, and it seems to me that with his DnD ban, Muraski overstepped his duty to: “prevent the grouping of inmates into new gangs or other groups that are not organized to promote educational, social, cultural, religious, recreational, or other lawful leisure activities,” and made an...

Just setting a scenario, trying to encourage a bit of empathy. Who knows what his actual motivation was, but I could certainly understand his actions if they were motivated by harm visited upon his sister. So I take it you see imprisonment as strictly a punitive, rather than a rehabilitative...

Crush nimbly leaps back from the licking flames, but his blade still fails to find purchase. Start = fire attack = miss Move = shift to F10 Standard = :bmelee:MBA vs. Twinrose with CA attack bonus from flanking = miss Crush—Male Warforged Warlord 4 Initiative: +4, Passive...

Come on, really? No sympathy at all? I remember this kind of sentiment being frequently voiced when this story first broke, but I really don't understand it. Okay, so the guy's a prisoner; he certainly committed a serious crime. And I don't know all the details of his particular case but...

Crush eases the now-stabilized lord down off his shoulder, then steps in to chase down Twinrose as she is knocked back by Rikka's claws, sandwiching the Cyran between himself and Vok. But, try as he might to cut her down, Twinrose deftly parries the blade of his longsword. Minor = set down Lord...

"Now, now Earth dearie. No one's going to let you go haring off after these overgrown fiendish furballs by yourself. We're all going to this island to pay the bazzlebaums a visit. Why, we must avenge the deaths of Miss Elean and her fiance, and poor, dashing Mr. Dartanian! This evil must not be...

"Now just a moment dearie," Auntie Mab begins to protest, "I don't know that the killer's are off the-," she breaks off as she's handed the bag of gold, and she hesitates a moment, a conflict of emotions evident on her face, before continuing in a loud voice for the benefit of all-present and...