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I'm currently running a slow (2-3 posts per week) PBEM for a couple of players in a Forgotten Realms setting with 3.5E rules. I'm seeking a few players to round out a party; they currently need a cleric-type, a fighter-type and a rogue-type. Source material would be limited- we're only using the...

Ooc I'm sorry, guys. Work has gotten crazy the past week or two, and I just can't seem to get back to play. I'll have to end it here.

Ashchenon shrugs. "Not much more to tell. He wasn't exactly looking to sell the sword- I, ah, convinced him to do so. As to why he made a sword as long as himself, that was part of the rambling... he said something about how magic items were made with some investment by the maker... not money...

Ashchenon looks amused, half-listening to the byplay going on during his own conversation. "Ah, well, I don't know him that well, you see. Had a chance to question him, when it was reported to me that he had this sword and, of course, what it could do. I spent a pretty penny buying it." He...

"I can't prove that," the young lord says. "The Zhents might be part of it, of course, or perhaps the Cult of the Dragon. I don't know. The sword's maker is named Nyrf, and he's a forest gnome. Had a very keen interest in dragons, as I recall. He took off towards the coast to follow some rumor...

The wound heals fully and completely. Ashchenon nods a little when Logan casts his cure. "The sword's maker is missing," he says to everyone. "Being that you bear the same mark that he does, I thought you might be interested in looking for him."

OOC: No luck. Okay... The sword pierces Kevin's leg. It hurts. Half-orcs, apparently, play rough. "Wait-" Ashchenon says, then stops and shakes his head. Time passes, and blood starts to run down Kevin's leg. "It takes a little time for it to recharge, or something," the Lord adds. "It...

(OOC: Holding for Jemal, then)

"It has, by my assistant," Ashchenon says. "The rune makes it easier to hit enemies, and the sword possesses a rudimentary intelligence... in fact, this sword is tied into why I wanted to talk to you. You see, I knew its maker..." Famous in this case means his name came up a lot. Apparently...

OOC: was about to post but, er... what's an sblock?

Ashchenon shakes his head. "I injured myself to make an example. The sword will heal me when I am seriously wounded."

Ashchenon just stares at the drake, uncomprehending. "Who? A dragon? Does that mean this belongs to him?" "I'll tell you in a moment," Ashchenon says, half listening to all the conversations. OOC: I've always thought ASH-she-non... The young Lord lets Logan inspect it, but eventually...

OOC: The mark appears to be the same, and roughly the same size... If anyone at the tables have thoughts about the group, they keep those thoughts to themselves. The meal lasts a long time, long enough to be excruciating to the barbarian, but eventually, mercifully, it ends with two kinds of...

Dinner OOC: Logan- you can change your spells, but after resting and praying as if you had used the spells and had the slots open. The palace of Scardale Town is quite old, and has Sembian architecture. No doubt the Sembians used it as a strong point in order to raid this Dale and extend...

Success! Carfal is clean and priestly and now has a letter. Success! Assuming Grogan is for the 'fairie eye for the barbarian guy' approach, appropriate clothing is found at PHB prices. Looking forward to hearing the description... Success! Logan is clean and priestly and ready to go. As...

"Spendid, then!" Ashchenon claps his hands together once. "I'll see you all then, this evening. Just present yourselves at the postern gate of the Palace." OOC: Just describe what you're wearing at the palace, and what you want to do before getting there...

Ashchenon nods in reply. "Splendid! I'll see you then, at sundown." OOC: snerk The Tempus guard moves in the way to snatch the arrow, and Ashchenon says, drily, "Wish you were there to do that earlier." The guard grimaces. No luck on either. You've both lived with that mark all your...

Ashchenon opens his mouth. "I am-" As far as Vorastrix can tell, the man looks honest, young, and possibly gullible. "That will be tonight... just present yourselves at the castle," the young lord says. The presence of a tiny dragon doesn't faze Ashchenon, but this statement does. At...

Ashchenon raises an eyebrow. "But familiars don't talk, do they?" He looks at his Captain, who simply shrugs. "It's that mark that I'd like to talk about. But not here." He looks up at the rooftop. "I believe you're invited too... ah... what do I call you?"

OOC: No problem. Sorry!