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"Ye wanna make me loose weight? How considerate!" The dwarf curses and runs, huffing and puffing. Double move towards mister bony.

I find myself in a position where 4e is familiar and I really liked the finished product (after all the additions and stuff.). I would definitely be up for gaming, I do miss my characters, which managed to get to 12th level.

"I can't see anything, John, use that light spell you used previously. I have flint and steel but I doubt I can sent anything on fire with this humidity." Tuk proposes.

Hang "Mal! Watch out!" Hang screamed as he sees the lightning bolt soaring through the sky. "Damned spirits, begone or be destroyed!" he roars, lashing with his chain at the nearest dog. 20 to hit, 10 damage In case I bring it down I got another attack against something within my reach.

"See? No harm done. Although just in case, I would advice moving out quickly. There's no telling when more of these monsters might show up." Sheng says, with a winning smile. "Shall we?"

"This is just fantastic." Tuk says, obfuscated by the turn of events. "An eye sprouted from that thing on your forehead Jhon. And you got ... I don't know, black stuff on your neck. This is not good. We could try to burn it with a hot iron, if you can resist the pain. I don't like the way it...

There was one creature alone with the elf in her time of sorrow. A forgotten one, once the warden of the natural world that had overrun the entire city. In its blind advance, it had also overrun its protector. Once, a warforged made of rock and dirt walked in the halls of the Hanged Man's...

Quinn's initiative: 17

Chkikin wasn't surprised at Astor's reaction, but that would have to wait. He apparently needed to impress his future benefactor, and with the witch revealed, and a bomb in his hands, there was just something to do. Throw! Bomb attack: 21 to hit reflexes, 10 damage.

"Ye missed, ye bony bastard." Muzdum says, swinging his axe in a wide arc, aiming to chop off the skeleton's head. Walking to the skeleton and attacking with dwarven axe: 23 to hit, 8 dmg.

Hang grabs his chain and walks to the side of the ship. “I’ll lash at these creatures if they get close. Knock that laughing brat out of our sail Mal.” Hang says, ready to whip at the creatures with his chain.

Tuk's expression of disgust is a simple frown. "Lets get down the stairs."

"Shsh!" Muzdim conveniently shushes Antares as he begins his usual rhetorical exposition. What he hears doesn't seem too encouraging. "Perhaps we should hide and send Stellan and the good sister first?"

bump!

Quinn is getting waxy ears!

The ratfolk alchemist remained in place, he had given his reasons and his bit of information. Perhaps approach Astor would be a wise next step? Oh but there was that scary dwarf next to him. He seemed angry and violent. But he needed to do something, he couldn't spend another night eating the...

"I don't like this quietness, keep your senses up my friends, and your weapons at the ready..." Quinn warns his partners, grabing one piton with one and and the chain with the other.

"Do it then, what are you waiting for? A written invitation?" Tuk asks, ready to descend through the stairs.

Hang "Yes, do whatever it takes Captain. If those spirits put a ghastly pawn on the ship I'll terminate them." Hang says, steadying himself with the aid of a rope that secures the main mast.

Muncher "Chop and slice, bite and smash, this is what ol' Muncher does!" Muncher only hears the singing of his battle song in his head and the outside maddening screech doesn't affect him at all. He slashes savagely at the mass of disturbing flesh, and tries to bite a tentacle off, but the...