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<blockquote data-quote="Manzanita" data-source="post: 3314226" data-attributes="member: 10109">Looks like we have 80% on board to continue.&nbsp; I reckon I'll go ahead.&nbsp; I'll try to keep a good clip.&nbsp; Here we go.The party follows the man, Josef Graner, into the temple.&nbsp; At this point, it is clearly identifiable as a temple of Delanor, the benevolent diety of the seafarer.Perhaps because its a small town, or perhaps for a different reason, the handful of acolytes and townsfolks in the temple seem to know Mr. Graner, and nod at him respectfully.&nbsp; He leads the group to a spiral staircase leading to the dungeons beneath the main floor.Two mailed guards barely look up from their card game as Josef leads the party past their post to a row of barred cells, taking a torch from the wall.&nbsp; The first is empty; the second holds a sleeping man in rags.&nbsp; The third holds a unkempt half-orc man.&nbsp; He is middle aged and his hair is streaked with gray.&nbsp; As the light hits the cell, several rats scamper under his cot.&nbsp; He continues his mutterings, talking to himself, perhaps, or to his rats.&quot;Here is the theif,&quot;&nbsp; says Josef.&nbsp; &quot;He goes by Barabus milkeye.&nbsp; Ask him what you will, though I know not what you will get.&quot;As the party gathers at the bars, the half orc raises his eyes.&nbsp; True to his name, his eyes are milky-white, with pupils and iris barely visible.Let me know if you can speak orc.Feel free to take a knowledge (religion) check, DC 15.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manzanita, post: 3314226, member: 10109"] [I]Looks like we have 80% on board to continue. I reckon I'll go ahead. I'll try to keep a good clip. Here we go.[/I] The party follows the man, Josef Graner, into the temple. At this point, it is clearly identifiable as a temple of Delanor, the benevolent diety of the seafarer. Perhaps because its a small town, or perhaps for a different reason, the handful of acolytes and townsfolks in the temple seem to know Mr. Graner, and nod at him respectfully. He leads the group to a spiral staircase leading to the dungeons beneath the main floor. Two mailed guards barely look up from their card game as Josef leads the party past their post to a row of barred cells, taking a torch from the wall. The first is empty; the second holds a sleeping man in rags. The third holds a unkempt half-orc man. He is middle aged and his hair is streaked with gray. As the light hits the cell, several rats scamper under his cot. He continues his mutterings, talking to himself, perhaps, or to his rats. "Here is the theif," says Josef. "He goes by Barabus milkeye. Ask him what you will, though I know not what you will get." As the party gathers at the bars, the half orc raises his eyes. True to his name, his eyes are milky-white, with pupils and iris barely visible. [I]Let me know if you can speak orc. Feel free to take a knowledge (religion) check, DC 15.[/I] [/QUOTE]

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