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Rhas continues to scan the area. "Ye found aught, yet? I'd as soon take the wee one's goods and head off. This place makes me uneasy." -- Rhas Ironeyes AC: 18 (14 flat-footed, 14 touch) HP: 55/55 CMB: +7 CMD: 21 Fort: +6 Reflex: +5 Will:+3 Weapons: Heavy Crossbow (+10 or +8/+8, 1d10+6...

Mirra examines the dolls. "Proxy sacrifices. Villagers. Superstition. Question one: Who collected? Question two: Who camped? Arghhh ..." The alchemist sags a bit, but then straightens. She seems a bit pale. "There's a reason I don't use this formula too often. It makes my brain feel...

If you're all prepped, I will move this along Sunday or Monday.

Daylily chuckles. "I am much agreeable. Call the children of the High Eagle to pissing on the wicked things. Then we move forward and smash the more things." --Daylily Falshenaya -Normal- AC: 19 (19 flat-footed, 14 touch) HP: 130/130 CMB: +17 CMD: 30 Fort: +13 Reflex: +8 Will: +7 Attack...

Mirra sighs and stands up. The whirlwind was new, but the alchemist had long grown accustomed to the sour anger of her vanquished opponents. "Again? Sometimes I really don't understand people. Or fey. Besides, there's a reason the Gul Bara variant isn't played that often in the north. It's...

Mirra takes a drink from a flask, apparently to calm her nerves, then sits down in front of the board. "Perhaps this is so, mother. But I've often found the competition underestimates my skill at gaming. Or perhaps overestimates their own. Gul Bara, you say? I've never played this exact...

With the help of a scroll, Father Mackavoy eventually manages to heal Tyrien. Afterwards, the good priest immediately begins chatting up Gemma in the hopes of 'much-needed spiritual services directly to the fishers of Gandling,' seemingly in hopes of cadging a place in the Old Quarter. Gemma...

Rhas' eyes perk up at the mention of a reward. "Wellae and good. Back to town sounds a treat wi' the horses and such. We'd best have a looksee at the barn and in the pit, and beyond that, I'm happy to head to the town with enough gold for a proper ale." -- Rhas Ironeyes AC: 18 (14...

Mirra steps forward, worried that further attempts at negotiation will lead to the hag immediately carrying through with her threat of violence. "I am always ready for a test of wits, mother." What is the dwarf? K:Nature (1d20+13=22)Mirra Weathersmith AC: 18+2 (13+2 flat-footed, 15...

I will be gone Thursday to Sunday for a wedding.

On rereading the :):):):)ing entry on energy drain for like the fourth time, it turns out you are correct. "If a negative level is not removed before 24 hours have passed, the affected creature must attempt a Fortitude save (DC 10 + 1/2 the draining creature’s racial HD + the draining...

Seeing the gnome safely out of his cell and Ru working on something delicate, Rhas positions himself in the center of the camp and watches for an ambush from one of the unsecured buildings or from the sky, possibly both. Perception (+2 vs. flying) (1d20+13=26) Rhas Ironeyes AC: 18 (14...

Father Mackavoy frowns as he examines Tyrien. Although a drunkard, he's an experienced healer. "You've been tangling with strong undead ... not jusht skeletons and such that someone raised for a lark. What have you been tangling with, miss? Wait ... you're the ones investigating the murders...

Mirra bows to the wood-women. "I'm afraid we are fresh on the trail, my ladies, so that meat and wine might dull our senses and slow our feet. But I do think we could spare the time for a test of archery. And I myself am always partial to a test of wits, if you would be willing. Hmm ... but...

Gemma shakes her head. "Truth be told, I've no idea what Rosa got up to after the Don died. I assumed she stayed in the other part of town making a living however a person such as Rosa makes a living. Or maybe she had enough of the don's money to last her a while." She pauses. "But if there...

Daylily looks at the gate and the wall. "I can make good distractions if you is want. This is a goods idea. I am also cans running fast and quiets if there is need. Or I can hitting things in way. This is all the much funs for me. But to actuals opening the gate for the stupids...

Mirra nods. "There ... I think I got it. If you don't have the hair for a braid, you might try wearing your clothes inside-out." She shrugs. "If you choose to do so, you can be shy or not, but speaking as a natural philosopher who's studied pigs, ducks, and barnacles, there's little that I'd...

The old fishwife nods. "I'll answer your questions, but I'd not have the boy stay in a house that reeks of death. We'll take him down to the town proper and get him squared away, and I'll have a runner sent for the priest." There seems to be nothing left in the house of any significant value...

At the bang and the scream, Rhas sets his crossbow and goes around the building, ready for danger. "Hells, what'd ye do? If ye're okay, there's a prisoner what might need your attentions , though I'd recommend caution to make sure there are no lumps." -- Rhas Ironeyes AC: 18 (14 flat-footed...

The undead fall and the battlefield is quiet for a moment, except for Davel. The boy is curled into a fetal position and whimpers softly as he rock back and forth. Gemma hurries up to him, but the young man takes no notice of her. "Davel? Davel?" she asks, but he's barely responsive. The...