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Kel's sword screeches as the elf draws it from its scabbard "Huntress be my shield" he intones as he taps the claw that hangs around his throat upon his forearm and prepares himself to engage the enemy. OOC: casting Shield of Faith +2 and drawing weapon; next round plan to engage in melee.

Elmuriel slinks sexily aboard the ship, eyeing Ferris appreciatively "So, where do we go first Vasha?" she asks as she follows the attractive woman up the ships ramp.

Thanks Bront, you saved me a search - just before bed last night I made a note to scour the WoTC site and see if they put a preview up of the Lurk (psionic thief) - looks like they have, I haven't played one before, and have recently purchased the Complete Psionic book so......will that fly...

Tempest Wintersquall Male Half-Air Elemental Hadozee 'Winged Deck Ape' Spellthief 5 Tempest Wintersquall Male Half-Air Elemental Hadozee 'Winged Deck Ape' Spellthief 5 [Race MoP188, SW41, Class CAdv 13] Outsider (Air) Alignment: Neutral Height: 5'7" (Medium) Weight: 87lbs (still has the same...

Hi Isida, I don't check the TtT thread much and so unfortunately this is the first time I've seen this thread and I'm keen as mustard to whack an application in. No idea what though, there are some fantastic PCs floating around in the RG so I'm going to have to do some flicking and come up with...

I was just thinking that myself after checking the Cormyr game he's running - hopefully just too busy to post.

Cursed moves over to where Tur and the others are gathered "Grisly work that, but it needed doing. Anyway, how are you Tur?" the blind man asks, concern evident in his voice "If whatever was in that jar helped there are more of them back there on a shelf" he says his finger pointing to the back...

"And mine is for Ammon and I to know" Elmuriel says with a throaty giggle, a sly grin and a wink before flouncing over to a coach and dropping lazily into it "I'm bored, or maybe pre-occupied" she says with a sigh "How long until we're allowed off this thing?" she asks of the valet as she waves...

Kyle swallowed hard, his eyes darting from one orc, his traditional racial enemy he noted silently, to another before making their way back to the piles of treasure, his traditional racial love another part of his brain thought, resting under the water. Sweat rolled in great thick droplets down...

The Fall of Arden Fair Bail strides purposefully over to where Mel stands, his long muscly legs eating up the distance in seconds. Planting his feet firmly beside Mel he raises his arm as if about to drape it over her shoulder before stiffly stretching and saying with a dangerous growl "She...

"A madness has gripped you gnome" Kel says as he cautiously moves forward at an angle to force the gnome to fight on more than one front "And we mean to rid you of it one way or another. I beseech you Huntress Bless us in this endeavour" the feral looking priest cries as he thrusts the petrified...

Kyle, standing at the door beside his other companions, backpack strapped to his back and the newly acquired cleaver hanging from his belt gulps and nods his head at Zurd "As ready as I'll ever be" he says his voice slightly squeeky from anticpation, fear and worry.

Ditto for me mate, it's just the ACP that Kel'll benefit from - with that in mind it's probably more beneficial for the fighter.

Bahruul waits impatiently for permission to bash.

The pudgy folds of fat that ring Kyle's mouth tighten and expand as his plump, purple lips stretch across his face in a broad, pleased grin. Nodding at Kol's compliment the fat chef says "It is an honour and a pleasure to be able to cook for someone so appreciative friend Kol. I hope I have many...

"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEE" Kel cries, his voice ringing with pain "Get out of my head gnome" he manages with gasping, ragged breaths "Evil incarnate, this can not be" the elf steadies himself and his voise rings out in defiance "You will perpetrate this abomination no longer gnome" he shouts "We are your...

Kyle finishes making his tortilla's, fries off the rat, puts the stuffed rat in a tortilla and then hands one to everyone, including the group of orcs "Not bad, if I must say so myself" he says between mouthfuls as he packs his gear back into his backpack and straps the cleaver to his side "OK...

The Fall of .... Bail breathes an audible sigh of relief at Mel's words but a deep concern still radiates from his eyes and he continues to appraise Mel's condition every couple of minutes.

"Perhaps not as intriguing as a blood relative" El drawls, her lips parting suggestively "But still a relationship worth...cultivating I would think"

Kel struggles forward, each step like a stab through his heart, his companions a blur through the tears that sting his eyes. His heart beats heavy in his chest and his breathing becomes laboured as he struggles to draw great gasping breaths into his lungs. He stumbles as Astraughlay's image...