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Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
OOC: Let's get to it!
Scotley said:Marienna replies to Geoffrey, "I'll leave the perfume at home Captain, but I think that you'll miss once we are surrounded by the smell of rotting corpses."
She favors Radoon with a smile. "Of course I'll accompany you. I've learned that you find youself in need of my healing gifts more often than anyone else I've ever met."
Finally, she addresses Gnurl, who is balanced precariously on a chair and a pair of couch cushions as he places the silver flame in a lanter. "I'm not a cleric. My talents are much more focused on the healing arts rather than divine pursuits. Normally, my spells lack much militant punch, but in the case of undead they can be quite effective."
Terry rises. "I'll be off to meet my counterpart on the Radiant Sun. I suggest we choose a berth a bit further from the compound for the night."
OOC: Any other preparations you'd like to make or shall I advance time to noon tomorrow when the attack begins?
"I ask your gracious forgiveness Madam Marienna for my presumption about your calling." Balancing on the cushions and the chair, Gnurl reaches for the lantern to place the silver flame. "Now, if I can just ........ woah!, eek! nearly lost me there! Ok, now, once again but with a little more oomph this t-i-i-i-i-me THERE! whew! It's not easy being short in a big world, is it, Madam Mingo?"Scotley said:Finally, she addresses Gnurl, who is balanced precariously on a chair and a pair of couch cushions as he places the silver flame in a lantern. "I'm not a cleric. My talents are much more focused on the healing arts rather than divine pursuits. Normally, my spells lack much militant punch, but in the case of undead they can be quite effective."