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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1504405" data-attributes="member: 1210">Back on Forinthia, Dexter, Malford Able and Lochenvare made friends with a fellow calling himself Ed.  He was another gifted fighter, so our heroes were glad to have him in their group.  The party then consisted of~ Malford the Magnificent (CN thief/illusionist 5/4)Dexter Nadly (N psionicist 4)Lochenvare (NE fighter 1)Able Steel (N fighter 1)Oedipus “Ed” Tyrannosaurus Rex (CN fighter 1)While on Forinthia, our heroes visited both Port Lofrax and Frodrand.  Malford and Dexter had friends in both places; in Port Lofrax, he spent an evening with his confessor, Sheila.  She was so beautiful- even though she would never be his, her beauty alone soothed many of Dexter’s savage moral pains.In Frodrand they visited Valkor, the water-wizard who had hired them to investigate the Coral Caves.  They had a pleasant evening sipping liquor with him, with Malford now more of a peer to the other mage. Then, on the road back to Port Lofrax, where they were to meet Captain Drake to discuss the possibility of further adventures together, they were ambushed by a bounty hunter.  Despite Dexter’s capture and release by the Inquisition, there was still a considerable price on Malford’s head.  When the attack came- a flurry of daggers from behind a screen of rocks- and two of the party’s three fighters went down with a series of spasms, our heroes were forced to respond with an all-out charge.The bounty hunter was slim and quick, springing away from the group’s weapons with remarkable dexterity, then throwing another envenomed dagger.  This one caught Dexter in the shoulder, but he tore it free before the paralyzing poison took effect.  Then Lochenvare charged forward, there was a sick wet crunching sound, and the bounty hunter dropped, headless, to the ground.“There ya go,” Lochenvare grunted. The others were paralyzed but not dead.  In a few hours they were as good as new- barring the wounds they bore- and they moved on, hoping their last adversary didn’t have any friends.  He had, however, worn magic leather armor; and though it was too big for Malford to wear, the group could take it and sell it...From Forinthia our heroes set sail, after persuading Captain Drake, for the Isle of Gloom, a small misty isle that had supposedly migrated outward from the Isles of Mist.  “It’s a dangerous place,” Drake warned; “There’s no telling what will be there... only that it won’t likely be friendly.”The journey was interrupted one morning when the lookout spotted something odd.  Drake himself ascended to the crow’s nest to look and returned to the deck frowning.  “There’s an island there that isn’t on my charts,” he grunted, and stomped in to pour over his maps.  “Must be a new one!” he exclaimed.“Time to take a look?” Lochenvare grinned.Next Time: The giant’s isle!</blockquote>

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