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16 posts. Alias of Great Green God.


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"Prettay good, non?" says the guardsman suddenly present and slapping Hallimir on the back.


"Do not fairget to curb yur dog!" shouts Platzholdur as Arathorn and Atticus move off. "You know who 'as to clean eet up othairwize."

They make their circuit of the tomb, but find nothing out of ordinary beyond the overwrought ornamentation (which includes family crests featuring leaping badgers, and shields, and the motto Never in Shadow!), the superior masonry that makes the vault more vault-like, the strange foreboding arcane rune over the impregnable-seeming door, and the double-life-size, stone bust before the crypt's entry.


Blane Bonesnatcher wrote:

blane looking rather annoyed at the fact that he just got poked in the eye. "well it was going rather swell until that. this is a rather fine city here and might i suggest that you look where your pointing that thing next time that was rather unpleasent."

blane blinking and rubbing his eye till he gets it to stop watering looks back at the guard. "sadly as my friend here pointed out we were looking to see some of the mausoleums that we heard some of the townsfolk talking about. by chance good sir maybe you would like to show them to us?"

"Alas dutay calls, mon lit-tell friend. But pléase feel free to look around."


"Vairy well, thank you Meestair Blane. Eet eez a love-lee sunny dai hairé een Gralton, and what could be bettair than zat? Hmm? Aré you not glad zat you 'ran into' ur town?" the guard says in response. He attempts to give Blane a good-natured elbow to the ribs, but accidentally pokes him in the eye. "Oh! Pardon me, Monsieur!"


At the cemetery gates the next day.

"'allo, 'allo! Greeteng mon friénds! We meet again! Mr. Fairshadow, was eet not?" greets the guardsman at the cemetary gate. "Hairé to visit a a loved un?"


"You mai pass. If you are lookéng fair a bath zere eez 'ouse fair zat. Past la stabuhls. If you are lookeng fair food and lodgeng Ai suggést le Glad Maiden nair ze Nairth Square. Téll zem Platzhuldur sént you."


"Doés yur dog bite?"


"'allo, 'allo! Greeteng mon friénds! Mai ai 'ave yur names and reasons for visiteng ur fine citay todai?" greets one of the guardsman wielding a quill pen and folio of paper.


"What!? Whaire!?" He looks over to Alia's saddle and notes the kobold sitting behind her. "Ai, Guardsman Platzholdur, shall save you Madémoisell!"


"But of curse. You aire alwais busy when zere aire nobuhls around."


"He eez busy wiv la nobuhls. And you aire?"


NEW and IMPROVED Oleg's Trading Post Map updated.

"'Saline' zat eez wiv zee 'Ess', cairrect?"


"'allo, 'allo! Greeteng mon friénds! Mai ai 'ave yur names and reasons for visiteng ur fine traiding outpost todai?" says the guardsman wielding a quill pen and folio of paper.


"Non, iz shé wiv you? Ai can tak hair info now, if you like?"

The guardsman finishes taking down everyone's information before allowing the party to pass.

If anyone wants to try and somehow avoid 'zis tairribuhl fat', let me know.


"Sorry zat iz with zee 'gee, aye, elle'...? ....And do you 'ave anyzing to declaire?"

Soon-ish

"Et you Monsiéur?"


"'allo, 'allo! Greeteng mon friénds! Mai ai 'ave yur names and reasons for visiteng ur fine citay todai?" greets one of the guardsman wielding a quill pen and folio of paper.