[Pathfinder] Flames of Littleton

Rhun · Jan 25, 2010

Vithralas steps deeper into the shadows of the nearby alley, intent on remaining unseen by whatever is approaching.

Onyx · Jan 25, 2010

ghostcat said:
"Pleased to meet you Talmon. My name is Lydia.

"And I you, Lydia. I look forward to the formal introductions after this interesting inconvenience has concluded."

Scott DeWar said:
"I don't think that we are looking at a forest fire"

Then, leaning in closer to the frier he stands behind the elf adds, "I think you may be right. I do hope whatever it is gets here soon."

Scott DeWar · Jan 26, 2010

"I don't mind a book of mystery and suspense, but in real lif, I tend to hate it. I wish it would hurry and get here."

ghostcat · Jan 26, 2010

Lydia continues to stand in front of the inn, ready for battle. Although she cannot see the flames, she can hear the noises getting closer.

VanorDM · Jan 26, 2010

To the south-west you see the flicker of torch light, it's still quite a ways off but there's no mistaking it for anything other then several torches all of them heading towards the Inn.

It seems one group is heading north, and the other more north-east.

Scott DeWar · Jan 26, 2010

OOC:

I am guessing that the stench is getting worse? If so, The priest will ready his holy symbol instead of his mace!

VanorDM · Jan 26, 2010

Scott DeWar said:
OOC: I am guessing that the stench is getting worse? If so, The priest will ready his holy symbol instead of his mace!

[ooc: It's actually not a whole lot worse then it was.]

Onyx · Jan 26, 2010

OOC - *yawns* Boy, I sure hope they get here soon....

Walking Dad · Jan 27, 2010

"This stench is awful. What are these creatures?" Devos asks, especially at the cleric as he sees the holy symbol drawn.

[sblock=ooc]
casting mage armor as soon as there are enemies close to melee.

Active: Dancing Light cantrip 1 min

AC 13 (T13, FF10), HP 12/12, F +2,R+2,W+2
0 Level: Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Guidance
1 Level: Mage Armor, Sleep
[/sblock]

Rhun · Jan 27, 2010

Vithralas remains in shadow, drawing an arrow fletched with dark feathers from the quiver on his back. He nocks arrow to bow, ready to draw and fire at a moment's notice.