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I would take the one with the fewest characters and the highest average number of posts with each. I guess that could statistically reduce the probability of losing another player.
Algharud trusts that the halfling will sleep for some time and runs towards the sound of combat to intervene.
Okay, well I have spoken with Lanialiar, and it seems she has lost interest in the campaign and will be withdrawing. Considering her initial strong wish to play this is quite surprising.
Perception: Algharud draws his falchion, moves up to the halfling, rages and tries to beat the halfling into unconsciousness. Attack (-4 to attack for nonlethal damage):
Rage left: 17 rounds
Hello everybody, I'll visit my father this weekend. I guess there will be bad internet acess, if any at all. So I'll post again Tuesday. CU Tim
Algharud drags the halfling into the newfound hiding-place. Come on, midget, we will have some nice talk, yes?
Algharud tries to get the halfling into a quiet place.
Algharud looks around, trying to find a place to interrogate the halfling properly. Realizing his mistake, he whispers impatiently to Halistar, Zanos and the others Distraction-maneuver, now!
I won't ask you anything twice. If you try to fool us or don't answer, I will hurt you badly each time. So here is the first question: Why did you spy at us?
GOT YOU!
Algharud grabs the halfling in case he is unarmed. If not, he pommels him with the blunt end of his weapon.
Round 2 Algharud tries to slip a coin out of the pocket of the drunkard and then "invites" him on a beer with his own coin. (just because beating up takes too long.) Sleight of Hand:
Algharud tries to get up the rainpipe the elegant way, trying a cat-like jump up. He then tries to draw himself up on the roof. Acrobatics-check: Algharud's elegant jump belies his bulk and wasn't that far away from the halfling's...
Algharud can't help but smile at Lanialiar's joke for a second. Then, he is earnest again: We will see. The desert eats idiots a plenty. So anyone who thinks his camel is right on this matter might better leave now. If Halistar tells Algharud about the halfling...: Algharud takes a surprising sprint over to the Halflings hiding-place, grabs him and yells: What is your business with us, you little rat?
Everyone helps to survive. But carry your own supplies.
Someone who breaks into an Exhibitory might also set ambushes in the desert... We better take care. We guard our camp in shifts of two people at night and we sleep in our armors. Now eat enough, but not too much. Else the heat might let you eat your breakfast backwards again once we're on our way and things get strenous. After that, Algharud eats a good breakfast and drinks much water. Once the meal is over, he shoulders his backpack. Let's get moving.
I've still got lots more of that in store! >:-P
Boring? I nearly beat up the druid! Wasn't boring at all, was it? :-P
Algharud checks the expedition-equipment. He also sorts some things out that are in his eyes not strictly necessary. Algharud also checks everybodies weaponry and armor. Finally he buys some heat-resistant candy, something that won't just meltdown into nothingness. In the evening, he enjoys a cool bath and drinks a lot of water to be perfectly hydrated the next day.
What chance? I don't mean that guy any harm. Except for maybe I'd like to punch his nose in for his arrogance... Otherwise I just don't care about the old man.
Somehow I hope that someone steals his mask. Arrogant weakling. I don't need to "invite myself" into anyones home. Luck for him that we depend upon his good will...
Algharud shrugs. Let's hope the best. He turns to his comrades: Let's rest. I guess, straining times lie before us.
Maybe we better help guard this thing? There are multiple interests in here and not all of them benign. Your guards seem strong to me, but the more the safer. If you have a room available, we might as well sleep here.
Algharud turns to the others and whsipers He could at least have tried to haggle a bit...
Why is there some ninja-stuff in Senebs stats? Program-error?
This may be the reason, why the new-posts-counters are all wrong...
Help is always welcome. Algharud murmurs somehow half-engaged in the conversation.
Hey guys, I hope, someone of you is also interested in playing/DMing DnD 4. If that is the case and you have some spare time for another online game, than please participate:
*funnymodeON* So... what are these "real-life-issues" all about? Can one download real life somewhere? *funnymodeOFF* Really, there is no haste.
For a short moment, Algharud seems moved, even thankful for the asking. But then: Not the right time, not the right place. Back to business.
Tasty, thanks. But my mother is dead. Algharuds face takes on a bitter expression. Sense Motive DC 9: There is clearly something more to Algharud's bitterness than "just" losing his mother.
Algharud takes the berry with a sceptical look. He bites one tiny bit of a berry off and chews. He whispers to Lanialiar: Sweet. Why does my belly feel so full suddenly?
Algharud shrugs. Fine for me. ...and eats another piece of brightly colored candy, then whispers: I like this stuff of you urban dwellers. But the time for a big chunk of meat nears. Need something solid in my belly.
Algharud, feeling caught in the act, looks surprised for a moment. After that, he hands his bag of candy to the Crook Bearer and says: Oh sorry. Want some? What is this favor you wish? Or do you wish to keep it for the future?
Algharud doesn't pay much attention to the talking. He instead starts eating another piece of candy in a quite bad mannered fashion.
Algharud takes his seat last, both as a sign of domination and as a security precaution.
Weowh... quite a big house. Algharud looks distrustful at the guards and tries to keep an eye open on the surroundings.
In a fit of humor, Algharud turns to Halistar and Zanos: I know that you two are the social guys. But maybe I can support your talking by holding Lanialiar's megalomanic mouth shut... You want me to?
Even Algharud shakes his head slightly at Lanialiar's apparent lack of common sense. He stands silently aback, arms crossed over his impressive chest, chewing on a big chunk of caramel.
'Spoke to a holy man named Nateki Uncarr. He said, our mask is part of the collection of the Crook Bearer. If we mention his name, the Crook Bearer might be willing to let us see the mask...
Algharud nods respectfully. Thank you. For everything. I hope, that we can talk again, later. Algharud seeks out his comrades again to share his new found knowledge.
For fairness-reasons, I suggest the same course of action that we went through with Seneb earlier. Don't know how much time he had, though. Ergo: Replacement, maybe after another while.
DM: Who is this owner?
As the priest asks Algharud, if he was happy being a mercenary, Algharud tries to blatantly dodge the painful question: I'm good at it and it pays the bills...
DM: Algharud has learned the hard way, that it isn't always wise to tell curious strangers everything, even if they wear a cleric's vestments, for Nethys has servants both good and evil.
Referring to the priest's answer, Algharud asks: So why are you so interested? About his comrades: I don't know anything about them. They are a bunch of treasure-seekers, I guess. It's just a job. I'm not interested in anything but doing my work for the money.
DM: Algharud bows before the cleric of Nethys. I do not fully know, oh speaker to him-who-heals-and-destroys. I am just a guard to those who seek for this mask. May I humbly ask for the background of your asking?
Algharud cannot refrain from answering Lanialiar. Yeah, go. I smelled your stench too when I tried to teach you manners. Good thing that you realized it and try to get rid of it. Although Algharud isn't very friendly or emphatic, he tries his best to help Halistar:
...and succeeds!
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