Reply to thread

Message

<blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7341403" data-attributes="member: 6777052">The town consists of…. thirty or forty burned-out buldings, mostly reduced to their stone foundations, charred timbers and piles of still-hot ash. More old ruins ....&quot;Hold on,&quot; interjected the Crimson Bardalier, &quot;This isn't how it's supposed to be. We defeated Ragash, didn't we? Before she could destroy the village?&quot;&quot;'Sright,&quot; grunted his friend, Nordred the Sorceranger, &quot;We saved the village, we did. Bunch of heroes, we are. Who dun this?&quot;That's for you to find out. I hope you have all taken Investigation?&quot;Dunno. Jeli's the clever one. Have we taken Invest-what he said, Jeli?&quot;&quot;Of course,&quot; came the murmured reply from across the trail. It was spoken by a slender half-elven woman who was holding an orb to her eye and squinting through it. &quot;I see a village of simple log buildings, children playing on the town green, that sort of thing. The burning is an illusion. You must disbelieve it.&quot;&quot;Looks real enough to me,&quot; announced a short, stocky but nonetheless dashing figure by her side. &quot;But I took Wisdom as a dump stat, so what do I know?&quot;&quot;if it's an illusion, we need to find who cast it and make them stop.&quot;&quot;I vote we start at the inn and buy the locals a few rounds of drinks.&quot;&quot;Which pile of ash is the inn?&quot;&quot;It's that one over there, by the corner of the green.&quot;&quot;Right. Are we agreed? We go to the inn.&quot;In the centre of the town stands a newly-burned down roadhouse. The common room is filled with skeletons nursing mugs of bier who eye you curiously as you enter ...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="BoldItalic, post: 7341403, member: 6777052"] [COLOR="#0000FF"]The town consists of…. thirty or forty burned-out buldings, mostly reduced to their stone foundations, charred timbers and piles of still-hot ash. More old ruins ....[/COLOR] "Hold on," interjected the Crimson Bardalier, "This isn't how it's supposed to be. We defeated Ragash, didn't we? Before she could destroy the village?" "'Sright," grunted his friend, Nordred the Sorceranger, "We saved the village, we did. Bunch of heroes, we are. Who dun this?" [color=blue]That's for you to find out. I hope you have all taken [i]Investigation[/i]?[/color] "Dunno. Jeli's the clever one. Have we taken Invest-what he said, Jeli?" "Of course," came the murmured reply from across the trail. It was spoken by a slender half-elven woman who was holding an orb to her eye and squinting through it. "I see a village of simple log buildings, children playing on the town green, that sort of thing. The burning is an illusion. You must [i]disbelieve[/i] it." "Looks real enough to me," announced a short, stocky but nonetheless dashing figure by her side. "But I took Wisdom as a dump stat, so what do I know?" "if it's an illusion, we need to find who cast it and make them stop." "I vote we start at the inn and buy the locals a few rounds of drinks." "Which pile of ash is the inn?" "It's that one over there, by the corner of the green." "Right. Are we agreed? We go to the inn." [color=blue]In the centre of the town stands a newly-burned down roadhouse. The common room is filled with skeletons nursing mugs of bier who eye you curiously as you enter ...[/color] [/QUOTE]

Verification