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<blockquote data-quote="hippiejedi2" data-source="post: 2084218" data-attributes="member: 28468">An Account from BeauOur hungry band of adventurers were lost in the accursed fey forrest, where amongst other unforgivable crimes, I later learned they curdle ones milk or so I hear.&nbsp; Unfortunately we had no milk to curdle, but that's a different story.&nbsp; The unstable kid, Timmothy said Martini had visit him in dreams and that he can be resurrected.&nbsp; Timmothy claims that the stone set within Martini's helm can be bartered for his return, the same helm i looted from his corpse after the gar fish, the same stone I pryed out of the helm before testing it on non-Halfling companions.&nbsp; Those fools believed me when I told them I knew nothing of the stone, but I fear that somehow the unstable Timmothy had figured me out.&nbsp; I knew how to play that game, so in response, Martini &quot;visit&quot; me in my dreams and instructed me to convey to the party the miraculous return of the gem to the worthy halfling after we got out of the fey forrest.&nbsp;Some tyme later at an inn in the elf village I called Timmothy's bluff and stalemated our game, and hence determined he was the worthy individual and slipped the gem in his pocket. I subsequently spoke of dreams in general expecting one of the other saps to recall the foreboding of my dream, and since it was my plan it of course worked, I believe it was the kobold federico who recalled my dream.&nbsp; Martini was resurrected albeit somehow more pusilanimous in his rebirth, perhaps his helmet will rekindle the fire in him I knew.&nbsp; Timmothy figuered out my game and I have kept tabs on his, I have watched and listened to him in battle and there exists something in me that requires a physical manifestaion, it has always been there, but witnessing Timothy I now know it is only a matter of tyme.&nbsp; The high point of our stay in the elf village is of course elf-booty and I have fully given some lucky elf-chick all of myy halfling might.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="hippiejedi2, post: 2084218, member: 28468"] [b]An Account from Beau[/b] Our hungry band of adventurers were lost in the accursed fey forrest, where amongst other unforgivable crimes, I later learned they curdle ones milk or so I hear. Unfortunately we had no milk to curdle, but that's a different story. The unstable kid, Timmothy said Martini had visit him in dreams and that he can be [i]resurrected. [/i]Timmothy claims that the stone set within Martini's helm can be bartered for his return, the same helm i looted from his corpse after the gar fish, the same stone I pryed out of the helm before testing it on non-Halfling companions. Those fools believed me when I told them I knew nothing of the stone, but I fear that somehow the unstable Timmothy had figured me out. I knew how to play that game, so in response, Martini "visit" me in my dreams and instructed me to convey to the party the miraculous return of the gem to the worthy halfling after we got out of the fey forrest. Some tyme later at an inn in the elf village I called Timmothy's bluff and stalemated our game, and hence determined he was the worthy individual and slipped the gem in his pocket. I subsequently spoke of dreams in general expecting one of the other saps to recall the foreboding of my dream, and since it was my plan it of course worked, I believe it was the kobold federico who recalled my dream. Martini was resurrected albeit somehow more pusilanimous in his rebirth, perhaps his helmet will rekindle the fire in him I knew. Timmothy figuered out my game and I have kept tabs on his, I have watched and listened to him in battle and there exists something in me that requires a physical manifestaion, it has always been there, but witnessing Timothy I now know it is only a matter of tyme. The high point of our stay in the elf village is of course elf-booty and I have fully given some lucky elf-chick all of myy halfling might. [/QUOTE]

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