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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Fezziwig" data-source="post: 266007" data-attributes="member: 59">Prologue (Move 4a)30 Flamerule 1372 DR, Caerrhen, Damara-Impiltur borderIt is currently unseasonably warm and uncomfortable in northwestern Impiltur, with uncharacteristically high humidity. There is no noticeable wind.Sir Zichard Danilk, Fezzin Verghenheim, Approximately 1115 hoursDraegor and Arnich bow in response to Sir Zichard's thanks and return back to work.  As you shift your attention to the door, you can feel the miner's gaze upon your back.Meanwhile, Jannah winks at Fezzin, and whispers back, "He's not as drunk as he seems, but he's not exactly sober either.  Eorgin's fairly harmless...mostly harmless most of the time."  The old man, Eorgin, doesn't appear to catch any of this.At Fezzin's address, he chuckles harshly and looks deep into the dwarf's eyes.  He seems much less drunk now, and his voice becomes oddly focused... "At your circle's end you will find..."  His voice is drowned out as the crash of breaking glass from the floor above you, coupled with a piercing scream, fill the Tankard.Daan, Approximately 1310 hoursSmoke billows out from the flap as you inspect the tent more closely.  The smell of burning canvas is overwhelming, although you can smell a hint of incense there, too.  You can people struggling inside the tent. The two men are already sawing away at the ropes.  You can hear one of the ropes begin to sing and break.  The scarred man yells over to you again, "You ain't going to do any good inside there!  Cut the bloody rope and then the three of us can see what's left inside!"Oskar Dankil, Approximately 1415 hoursThe shaft of light darts out towards the cloaked creature, hitting it square in the back [Magic Missile, 1d4+1 damage, roll on 1d4 = 3+1 = 4 hp dmg.].  He roars in pain, rearing back and dropping the hood from his head, revealing scraggly fur, pointy ears, and a rodent-like snout.  Your movement closes you to within twenty feet of the rat-thing, which turns and looks at you with a cocked head, snarls, and backs up five feet, putting it flush against the wall.  Grimacing in pain, it llashes its studded tongue at you and starts to drag its body up the wall.  [At the end of the round, the rat-thing is approximately 7 ft. up the wall, which lies 25 ft. away from you.] OOC for perivas and novyet: I will post your information as Move 4b either tomorrow night or whenever I get it.  No penalties, no problems, no repercussions for either Ezra or Yanis — I just need to do this now before it gets too late and/or we get thunderstorms here in Boston.  Thanks, guys.OOC: Once again, I invite commentary and (maybe more importantly) criticism over in the OOC thread.  Also, if you ever find something incorrect in my math or a rule issue, please bring it up.  I'm pretty sure I'm set here, but one never knows (he said with the PHB open in front of him).  Next move Saturday!</blockquote>

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