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Chkikn the alchemist Story: Chkikn was a small ratfolk pup, but perhaps more nimble and smart than the average. As a result the larger younglings always picked on him, his brothers, his companions, even his mates. Perhaps it was this that drove him to put his intelligence to device ways to...

No problem, I'm fine with the current peace, its slow enough so I don't have to worry much to check the forums, and is fast enough so I don't have to read the last two pages to remember what was I playing! :cool:

A general idea: A ratfolk alchemist who's kicked out of his clan after some reckless experiments. He sees Aston's call like a chance to enrich himself and prove his pack mates wrong.

Are Gripplis and ratfolk allowed?

Ah yeah, I recall that from the last campaign when I played his relative.

=D I'll take a look to see what character to pitch. Worry not, it won't be a dwarf fighter named Muzdum. ;)

I'm interested if you have room!

Muncher "Well, I can't say I'm not amused by these news. It's a strange new world for me, but I guess I can still do what I did. Kill stuff." Muncher says, picking up whatever remains of his gear. "Any take care of you all of course, I don't know what would you do without me." The adamantine...

Sheng Shemin Sheng's immune system, hardened by so much time in the wilderness is unfazed by the Hiisi toxin. (Save: 22) "You! You'll pay for this!" he exclaims, bringing his sword in a wide arc, aiming to chop off the creature's head. 19 to hit, 7 damage

I'll do it then, what information was Quinn able to gather this way?

So if I choose to have been there witnessing a fight in disguise I get no negative reputation, while at the same time getting some info on their fighting tactics? Not as much as if I was in there fighting the harpies myself I reckon, but still.

I was going to ask if Quinn had had a chance to fight a harpy in an arena (like the lions and other animals the romans released in the arenas), but I'm guessing that's also a no.

Muncher "Don't ya worry skinny, I'm not some ruthless killing machine made of adamantine. Oh... wait I am actually, but I have no need to attack you, so you can sheath yer knife." Muncher says, waving his hand down at Rothitash. The warforged seems unphased but what Nameless says. "Free huh? So...

Quinn "Indeed, lets move." Quinn leads the group to the inn, and quickly seizes a large table to accomodate the them all. He shrugs the quite possible reactions of the innkeeper to the half orc and the "gnoll" and asks for a quick meal, cheese and dry meat, bread and ale. He also asks for some...

"I've always been a direct approach fan, ye'know." Muzdum says. "Perhaps one of our more literate fellows here have some trick up their sleeves that could throw these bone sentries out of their pillars eh? If not, I'll simply throw axes at them or something. If all else fails, stand behind me...

Hang Catching the body language and the way Shem reacts, Hang stand up slowly, while whispering "we're leaving." to Blue. He dedicates a short lived glance at the pirate, and turns to leave.

Muncher Muncher ignores the tension between the newly arrived warforged and his comrade. He is more interested in the living ones. "Hah! That's good, I'm in no shape to give a good fight. Probably would leave a permanent scar or something ugly like that, but not much else. Considering the year...

Muncher Muncher kneels down to grab the sword, his empty sockets going from the skeletal remains to the newly arrived Kalashtar. "You know, I was deactivated by one of your kind, I'm not exactly thankful for that. I'm torn between thanking you for reactivating us and chopping you in halves, as...