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So.... Is this still on? :\

Sounds good. Now that we're on the topic, where exactly is our current location in relationship to rest of Aundair?

I'm a little confused. We're taking the airship to Willem's tower, transporting the strongbox there, right? Or are we traveling by horse?

Konnel stretches as he arrives downstairs, then proceeds to carefully don his exquisite set of armor. After checking a last few straps, he seems satisfied. "So, Sarelo, where's this drop ship of yours? Let's not waste any more time!" he cries enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together to keep...

Windlemas flips a casual salute to the party as he stands up. "See everyone tomorrow." He heads to bed.

Hey Doc, can I retrofit Konnel with some ID papers?

Throneport, eh? No-man's land and everybody's land, all at the same time. Should be interesting, especially if we have to cross sectors. A different kind of war is still raging in that town. Konnel smiles and leans back as the goodmaster takes his leave. "Ah, a chance to see where it all...

Windlemas d'Orien, Human Scout The short man with the gigantic moustache downs his ale, foamy remnants dripping off his whiskers. "The Mottled Dogs". Numerous small axes hanging on his belt clank as he reaches over to shake Toldar's hand. "It's a pleasure, Toldar. Name's Windlemas of House...

Konnel can easily appreciate the goodmaster's no-nonsense approach. For a spy, he spoke straight. Besides, any man who could take a cheek-pinching at his age was obviously one who had few insecurities. "I'm with you, for Aundair and the Lord of Battle."

Konnel leans back and smiles at the merchant. Sounded innocuous enough, but Konnel had a feeling he knew where Willems was heading, and he liked it.

Konnel narrows his eyes at the merchant, but he was intimately familiar with the shadow war that necessarily accompanied the front-line efforts. The realization and acceptance of that side of war had tested his faith to the breaking point... "Fair enough, Goodmaster. All here know the value of...

Konnel's eyes flick up to the portly man at Aaranth's words. "Indeed," he murmurs over his glass of dark red Orla-un. He stares challengingly at the goodmaster, chews slowly, then stops completely, his mouth a straight line. "Please regale us."

Yeah, he was going full steam with his telepath character up to a point, then just disappeared. Dunno what happened.

Fair enough, I suppose. *crosses fingers*

Looks like a pretty tight group. Lots of tumbling, zero divine casters. Wait -- what? :\

Konnel shakes the warforged's hand warmly. "She took a cue from you, Forge: natural armor, the only way to go." The paladin whispers a prayer of thanks to the Host. Forge was the definition of stolidity. And with his uncanny knack for magecraft, he was absolutely essential in every task laid...

WINDLEMAS d'ORIEN WINDLEMAS d'ORIEN NG Human Male Scout 1 ABILITIES (28 point buy) S 10 (2pts) +0 D 16 (10pts) +3 C 10 (2pts) +0 I 14 (6pts) +2 W 12 (4pts) +1 Ch 12 (4pts) +1 SAVES Fort 0 (+0) Ref 2 (+5) Will 0 (+1) BAB: +0 Grapple: +0 Speed: 30' Action Points: 5 Initiative: +3 HP: 8 AC: 15...

"Holy Mother of the Hearth!" Konnel exclaims after seeing Gillian. "Gillian, you're not going to start preaching to me that 'dragons are just misunderstood', are you? Because I for one beg -- nay, plead -- to differ."

Thanks for letting me join! I believe that Windle is the only one of the three dragonmarked PCs who is actually on good terms with his house. As a representative of the House Orien contingent in Oargev's court, his name is known (in a general way) both in the caravan markets and in the...

"Sal Sykes, a HELL of a man! Why, I remember one time when he walked straight into the Cathedral of the Silver Flame, said 'Who runs this dump?', then belted out that timeless ditty, Thrane, Homeland of Losers! SAL SYKES!" :cool: I know we're only a few posts in, but the IC stuff is great so...