(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

[Steve Gorak]

Conversation:
Derioch looks at the gnome introducing himself to the others, all of the bleakers responses are moderately anti-social. "I will be back at this tavern later tonight after I finish looking into this Eliath at the Gatehouse..." she pauses and looks around trying to spot any thugs lurking in the streets or listening in on their conversation "There has been no visible sign of death. As if the soul was removed from the body."

Bimble

Bimble didn't like this, souls taken out of bodies wasn't nature's way. He says, which genuine concern "oh my, what could be doing that? Is it a common occurrence in this place?"

 

[OneCrappy DM]

Conversation:
"In recent months more and more barmys have been going missing, rumors of people screaming and dying in the streets not at random... They've all been bubblers."

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

“maybe it’s been what they been drinking”

 

[Steve Gorak]

Bimble

"What do you mean, not at random?"

 

[Neurotic]

Luke was barely holding it together. He heard most of the conversation and thought he could join them. This lurking was getting boring. But having two other Xaositects behind him, he felt he owned to his clueless to try and sort it out. He still had the bolt locked onto a caster, but he was more concerned about tracking two friends behind him.

OOC: DM, let me know if/when the 'colleagues' go away