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I am interested in the new beginning group. Let me read up on the campaign and I will post more.
Frerin continues to use his happy stick on the raging barbarian.
That should heal up that wound rather nicely! After the terrible attempt: Frerin taps the wand against his leg. Silly branch. You must do better than that!
[ooc]Sorry. Didn't know your HP total.[ooc] If I can retroact, I would like to move up last rd and draw my CLW wand and then heal this rd.
Never fear Ragnar! Frerin is here!
No hurry!
I am excited, but not in a big hurry. RL issues are always most important!
I am still here as well.
Strength of land: WOW! +1 caster level when outside and on land or in tunnels/dungeons? Yes please!
Chubs need attractive lil gobgob hotty too. Keep in mind when we dock!
What wrong? Conchobhar should be happy! Wormwood win battle and Gnome tastiest of all longshanks! Why sad? It win/win. Chubs sits down at the table. No eat gnome. No eat gnome. No eat gnome.
Faelyn decked in a fine golden robe sits reclined at a table with his legs crossed. He has a goblet of celestial wine in one hand and a fine cigar in the other. He and Cayden Cailean eye each other as Faelyn ponders which card to play. Cayden smirks. I would play The Rabbit Prince. Faelyn closes his cards and turns them around to see if they are thin enough to read from across the table. Cayden grins again. I am a deity. I know your entire hand. Faelyn tosses his cards on the table. You think it bothers you. Try not ever being able to play a fair game of Harrow ever again! They laugh as Faelyn leans back and blows smoke rings into the air. Faelyn finally speaks. I could get used to this! Suddenly the lights blink. Faelyn looks around. Cayden laughs at Faelyn. Don't get too used to it my friend. One of my followers has cried out and I have heard. Even now a priest of Iomedae is performing the ritual. We have interest in the outcome of Westcrown and your work is not finished. I will keep an eye on you. The lights flash again and then complete darkness engulfs him. His chair drops out from under him and he begins to fall. He falls for hours it seems until he lands and the wind is knocked out of him. He struggles to breath as pain courses through his veins. Faelyn opens his eyes, but there is nothing. Nothing but pain. Was it a dream? Where am I? A pin point of life appears and slowly approaches him. As it gets closer, the brightness is overwhelming. Familar voices. Suddenly his is lying on a table in a room with a group of people. He sees his good friend Lucrezia. He reaches out to hold her hand and then darkness again. Let him sleep. It will take him a couple hours to recover.
Faelyn will forever have nightmares of his untimely death Baldwin. You must live with that.
Nadia pays the 750 gold for the sword and wraps it in hide. Later that evening while sitting by the fire and consuming mead, she carries it to Luke. Master huntsman...I was able to obtain the sword that you were bartering for. I would like to gift it to you. She kneels down next to where he is sitting and hands him the magical sword wrapped in the hides. I appreciate you guidance and protection in this harsh terrain and I am thankful for the opportunity to seek my kin.
Nadia cast detect magic and concentrates on the backpack.
I would be interested in the backpack. Nadia pulls out the 55 marcs and chooses not to barter due to the incredible deal she is receiving.
Nadia smiles and nods at Skølrykk during his drunken greeting. As he continues, her expression turns to confusion. Dead? Surely he is mistaken. Muli interrupts her thought with confirmation of the sage's death. A look of sheer terror crosses Nadia's face. Huge tears begin to form in her eyes as she turns away from the fire's light so the men do not see her crying. Get it together Nadia. You will be ok. Do not let these men see you cry. It is a sign of weakness among the Ulfen society. She responds to Muli doing a fair job of controlling her emotions. Were there any gewrit? How far is his éôel?. Once again, her poor pronunciation of the Auld Iobarian dialect betrays her attempt to not be seen as a neophyte in this wild new country. She remembers Muli's compliment and touches her charm. Andetnes kind beadurinc.
Rorgrim exhausted from a hard day of cooking throws his apron on the counter and sits on a bench leaning against the wall. He gives out a sigh and pets one of the goats. A thought suddenly occurs to him. It be a wee while since ole Rorgrim has had sum' action He looks at the goat once again and shakes his head. I be nay that desperate yet.. Instead he day dreams of the Buxom dark headed lady he was pressganged with. He nods off with a smile on his face. |
