Leif's Homebrew 4E D&D Game, nee 'Leif's Keep on the Shadowfell' [IC #1] [FULL]

[Maidhc O Casain]

Aimhirghin slides his trencher away and pushes his chair back, nonchalantly tosses a gold piece on the table to pay for the meal and service and looks around at the others.

"Well I'm full, and I'm tired of waiting for Basher here to get it in gear. What do you guys say we go see if the temple is still open?"

 

[Leif]

OOC: Unless I'm told otherwise, I'm assuming that everyone is following Aimhirghin and Khellek to the temple. Even Basher7.

As you near the temple, you see Sister Linora making ready to lock up on her way out.

 

[Scotley]

Basher7

Not sure what to make of the attempt at humor, Basher7 follows on to the temple.

 

[Lou]

Elerosse

Not sure what the plan is, Elerosse pays for his meal and follows the others.

 

[Leif]

Salvana Wrafton

"Much obliged to ye, Mr. Eladrin, Sar! You and your friends are always welcome under my roof," says the human proprietress to the wizard with a very broad smile.

 

[Walking Dad]

Tarrk

"I'm sated now. Next my axe must be sated by blood!"
Tarrk says, looking at the others.

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Tarrk Bloodhoove
Perception: 19 Insight: 12 Normal Vision
AC 15 Fortitude 16 Reflex 12 Will 12
Hit Points: 36/36 Bloodied: 18
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 9 Surges per day: 11/11
At-Will Powers: Howl of Fury, Passing Strike
Encounter Powers: War Cry, Goring Charge, Shout of Terror
Daily Powers: Thunder Hoove's Rage
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[renau1g]

"Hold Sister Linora, we've just arrived back in town and have some troubling news. Do you have a few more moments?" Khellek asks

 

[Leif]

Sister Linora

"Oh, my stars! Late-arriving congregants! Do come in, gents! There are a few holy wafers left over, and I can give you a re-play of my Parable of the Dragon's Maw!"

 

[Leif]

Sister Linora

Sister Linora opens wide the doors of the temple and motions for all of you to: "Come in, come in at once!"

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Aimhirghin looks around at the others, shrugs and enters the chapel.

In for a penny, in for a pound. I hope she's not the mole . . .