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Sneaking... The half-orc sighed. Clearly his temperament was far better suited to the rush of battle. Subtlety was not high on his list of favored approaches. Unfortunately, it wasn't as if he had a barbarian war party at his back, ready to rend and raze the enemy. Alright Dj'hân, we'll do it...

Residual tension flowed out of Thorson's shoulders as he relaxed upon hearing her acceptance of the situation and he nodded as she finished speaking. We have only one path right now, there is no reason to delay.

So far I've read without comment all of RA, some of Tales from the Wild Wild West and most of Shackled City and I'm amazed. I love your work Lazybones!

Thorson returned Lynn's gaze levelly and surprisingly, made a slight shrugging gesture. What you ask is ... difficult. I do not wish to be a reason by which you lose a friend, I can understand that much and since we are working together in this I don't want to cause you harm, but there is...

Haha! What Thorson's going to do to Lamm violates the gramma rule so I'll just have to enjoy it mentally. And indeed, here's to hoping everything just keeps trucking smoothly.

Good times! I really love how you play Dj'hân, and I had no intention of showing more depth to Thorson until particular conditions were met later in the adventure, however, the way you played Dj'hân gave me a totally unexpected opening and plop, there it is ;) Your's and Oni's interactions...

Thorson starts in surprise at Dj'hân's spontaneous display and mutters a thank you under his breath. At the sensation of the breeze he is overwhelmed by a sense of wonder and he bends down further to look Dj'hân closely in the face, realizing that the halfling is something far beyond his own...

Then learn to wear your invisibility as a cloak, revel in it, feel it warm and protect you. If everyone is so much bigger, then it's far easier to evade them. I think for far too long you have waited in the shadows, shuddering and terrified. Lamm would have you believe that you are powerless...

Thorson went down on one knee, facing the door, keeping his spine straight instead of hunching over to appear less threatening as the halfling spoke. When Dj'hân was finished, the barbarian slowly shook his head. No Lad, always running is what keeps you weak. The strongest steel is forged in...

As he finishes speaking, Thorson stares at the door, the speed with which the small being had departed and the acrobatic display was impressive, and suddenly the mood broke. The half-orc guffawed loudly. Boy, you're too easily spooked, if you do that in a fight someone's going to ram a spear...

Desperate to *finally* take action and take vengeance, and irritated by the words of caution, Thorson snaps out: What does it matter? Lamm will have his goons and thugs, and aye, maybe his pet monster, and every last one of them will get in our way. Maybe he will be at this warehouse, maybe...

Thorson regarded Lynn for a long moment, then smiled. The address is all that we have, we go.

I guess it's pretty obvious why I first was given The Bear... Thorson rumbles. With more than a little trepidation and all the hair on his body standing on end, he reaches to the Harrow Deck and draws. Keeping the card at arm's length, he turns it over so that both he and the fortune teller can...

Thorson started reflexively as he realized that what the Harrow card that he held in his hands was, a wave of superstitious dread flooding through his system with a chill. It was all he could do not to get it off his person as quickly as possible. His thoughts ran as swift and chaotic as...

I'm playing an evil drow rogue so the last couple pages are of course of great interest to me ;) My take on my character is not that he's the chaotic spread the evil everywhere and plunge the land into darkness type, simply because that's just not profitable. He's in it for himself, he's...

Thorson turns and gives his full attention to Lynn as she reads the note, his irritation rising until it threatens to break through and become a full on rage, but he is arrested by the woman coming through the door. The Half-Orc listens intently to her words, but his eyes are mobile, taking in...

Thorson Berith Name: Thorson Berith Race: Half Orc Class: Barbarian (Favored Class) Level: 1 Alignment: Neutral Deity: Gorum HP: 32 (12 + 16 con + 3 from con mod + 1 favored class) Enraged HP: 18 AC: 15 (4 from armor, 1 from dex), Touch: 11, FF: 14 Enraged AC: 13 BAB: 1 CMB: 5 (1 BAB + 4 Str)...

Thorson enters the room boldly, but underneath his veneer of calm something is starting to slip. Being lead by the nose from note to note does not sit well with the barbarian who wants answers from a person who he can see, touch, and potentially kill, not from a piece of paper that he can barely...

Thorson nods slightly to Lynn, acknowledging the question, spares a glance for the so far uncommunicative human fighter, walks over to the door, and raps his knuckles loudly against it. Thorson Berith, and others who received your little note would like a word with you. Not wasting any time...

The burly half-orc clumps down the cobblestone road noisily, his scale mail rustling and jingling with every step. His obvious lack of enthusiasm for more stealthy pursuits is reflected by the haft of the massive greataxe that perches over his shoulder, like a raptor waiting to be stroked, and...