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His face looking ashen after the scream, Colmarr takes his hands from his ringing ears as he shakes his head to clear it. “No, I didn’t see anything, Grondar, I just heard her scream ... you’ll have to tell us about what you saw, but not here I think.” Feeling the time for action is upon them...

His gaze drifting to the door for a brief moment as he considers whether his eyes are playing tricks, Colmarr grins when Naomi steps forward and confronts the bard, apparently not surprised in the least by the change in her demeanor. “Well, while I’m enjoying the look on our troublesome...

“A disturbing tale you tell if your words are truthful, which I believe they are given recent events,” Colmarr remarks, looking at the bard with a troubled expression, as a few things become clearer to him. Turning to his companions, he adds, “In case that wasn’t quite clear due to the...

OOC: Not quite the result I was after, but better than nothing considering the circumstances. :)

“Time seems like its going to be a problem then, as I doubt we’d be able to round up everyone we want to question in half an hour, if we do the auguries now. So we should probably wait on the auguries until we’ve got everyone assembled then, to give us the best chance of a useful result,”...

OOC: As for the hat discussion Rystil, Kirkesh currently has it, so it's not like we have it on hand at the moment to experiment with. ;)

OOC: :lol: Well, Trayah would be lucky if he could sunder the branches at full strength, but weakened like this (Str 5) I don’t think so, especially without an edged weapon. Since the tree was so accommodating and came to Trayah though, he’ll continue with his blight attempt (I assume he can...

Well, that was nearly 3 months ago, but I did recall that she had heard the name. :p The reason I had Colmarr make mention of it though, was that she used the name as if calling upon her own deity, which I find very strange for someone who's heard the name only a couple of times. Apparently I...

Frowning as the bard dashes off, Colmarr can do nothing but watch ... though his frown quickly changes to a grin when Mistress Wendette blocks the door. He then makes his way across the room, arriving towards the halfway point of Mistress Wendette’s rebuke, nodding as she finishes and Magyar...

Colmarr nods as he listen to Malachi, but doesn’t answer or look in his direction as his attention is focused on the bard.

*Rose stands beside Al, an air of calmness around her as she places a hand on his forearm, hoping to calm him a little with her own serenity. As Gracia’s eyes pass over her, she nods and smiles in greeting, though says nothing, feeling it best to let mother and daughter speak first.*

OOC: I realise that, but since I have no idea how far Trayah is from the corrupted tree, I posted an action that covers the entire process (getting to the tree and casting blight on it), so you could play it out as required. That is unless something happens which might cause Trayah to rethink...

And Gabriel thinks (so far at least) ... Brice is a fine fellow, if perhaps a little stubborn at times. I won’t hold that against him though, as he’s a fine hand with a blade and pleasant company, especially when he sings, as his voice seems to attract any ladies within earshot to our locale...

*Having anticipated another encounter with an affected plant, Trayah moves quickly towards the corrupted tree in the hope that the blight spell he asked the spirits for will work as it’s supposed to against such a foe.* Blight (+8 melee touch attack; 10d6 damage; DC 22, Fort half)

I've got no problem with that. Now to work out what Gabriel thinks of everyone ...

Gabriel joined the Musketeers nearly a year ago to the day, if that helps anyone.

OOC: I think you earned two and spent one in the previous chapter we played ... something about an instant Flamethrower, Roy Mustang style. :D

I'm working on it, as you well know, but there's just nothing I really want to add. :p Rystil, you have gmail! :confused:

*Rose shakes her head and smiles briefly at Al’s reaction to Laura, before standing and smoothing a few wrinkles from her clothes as she waits for the group to leave.*

Rystil, you have gmail.