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Lokin shrugs. "I don't need friends, exactly. I just prefer people get an accurate understanding of who I am. With Kol making me look like a lecherous pig to that pretty paladin and this one thinking I'm a ruthless mercenary lusting for gold, I think I'm doing a lousy job of representing...

"Nothing. Just someone mad that I decided not to take her job. Thought I was greedy. Can you believe it?" Lokin chuckles, rubbing his unshaved chin. "I'm not making too many friends in the old inn these days."

Lokin looks at Elise curiously, rubbing his hand through his short brown hair. "Um...no. It's not all I care about. I do, however, have this crazy idea of getting paid to do my job. And since there is no shortage of people willing to help, I don't think it's callous or particularly mercenary...

Lokin looks up as Cesurius speaks and lays out his proposal. After he finishes, Lokin looks over to Kol and Payne. "Over a hundred miles of hiking for a share of five hundred? I know it's slow but I think we should hold out for better." Lokin leans back and presses his thumb against the hilt...

Lokin returns to the common room, having removed his armor. He still wears his undyed wool shirt and mud-spattered gray trousers, and cracked, black leather boots. Lokin also still carries his bastard sword, sheathed at his left hip in a battered wooden scabbard. He eyes the common room for a...

Eskon can move to the front. He's too well-rounded to be an exceptional warrior but he is well armed and armored. With his greatsword raised high, Eskon waits for the attack.

Eskon steps forward. "I will. Then, we move on." The young paladin pauses for a moment, closing his eyes in concentration. Then, he kneels down to search the corpse. Eskon will Detect Evil.

Yes and no, I think. While having to make the save or die has led to some exciting moments in my gaming experience, this is more in line with an enemy making an attack roll against you. Also, it goes the other way. Now, if you cast a spell against an enemy, you get to roll to see if your...

Sorry, I put the wrong name in before. Lokin is a fighter sitting in the RDI. Eskon is a 2nd level paladin in the adventure. Both would like a crack at one of the adventures.

Lokin (3rd Lvl Human Fighter) would be interested.

Eskon looks down the hallway, doing his best to fight off the fear that seizes his heart. "This thing seems resistant to any means we have to hurt it. Meanwhile, it is mangling us. Taking its time in enjoyment of the hunt. I cannot think of a way to vanquish it. Surely nothing I have at my...

Lokin, leaning comfortably in his seat, starts to nod off. He catch himself before he falls into actual slumber. "All this waiting plus the drinking, I'm getiing a bit tired. Don't want to fall asleep in my mail. Good way to wake up sore. I'm going to change. No point in sitting around in...

I find that I like to ground my D&D in some kind of reality. Even if not the real world, I like my magical fantasy world to be consistent and to make sense by its own rules. Though I enjoy history, philosophy, theology and psychology, these are not the things that drive my game. I like to add...

Eskon stands guard as best he can as the wounded are gathered. He does his best to remain confident but his eyes cannot hide his worry. "I think we're wearing it down," he says jokingly. His expression then turns serious as he looks down the crystalline passage. "Hyrag, help us. This...

Lokin leans back into his chair. "Well, that's too bad. He sounded like he had some good deals. Maybe I'll wait for him. What's the point of hurrying off to get new armor or weapons just to come back here and wait. With my luck, I'd spend the money and this Tarag would come back before an...

Lokin starts looking around the inn. "Did that smith leave? What was his name? Tarag, maybe?"

Lokin nurses the remainder of his current ale, trying intentionally to slow down his consumption of alcohol in case a job comes along. He turns to Kol, who appears not to be interested in such restraint. "It was smart not to pursue the job being offered. We need a real payday. Not that my...

Lokin, who has finally removed his shield, helmet, and scabbard, sits down to another ale. He chuckles as Kol coughs violently before lifting his own recently filled tankard. "I've worked for less than five crowns a week. Not that long ago, either. But it seems that this task is better...

Lokin catches up with his group as they head back to the inn. He is slightly out of breath but generally in good spirits. "Oh, you caught him, eh? He works for someone back at the inn hiring adventurers. He used this fellow to 'thin the herd,' so to speak. You probably already know that...

Lokin enters the chase late, exiting the inn significantly later than his companions. Armored in mail, he knows he will not be winning any foot races. Seeing neither Kol or Payne in sight, he tries to follow the path of chaos and destruction the barbarian will no doubt leave in his wake.