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Hi guys, You might have noticed my absence these last few days. My apologies for that and I'm afraid its not going to get better any time soon. I'm working on a game at the moment and we're in the process of going to closed beta and then open beta and release. I had hoped to have a bit more time from when this game started so I could continue playing, but with 12/16-hour days the norm, I'm not really in a position to guarantee updates in a timely manner. So I hope you all forgive me but I have to bow out. I have no problem for anyone to take over my character if they want (I can even send the pcgen file I created or maybe a PDF or HTML output from that if needed) Again, I'm really sorry but work and real-life have once again spoiled my (and your) role-playing fun. Alex.
Aimo runs straight through the middle, brandishing his scimitar, shouting his goddess's name at the top of his lungs. When he gets as far as he can, he unleashes her will unto the evil undead. Initiative:
Aimo relays his newfound info to his friends. He then turns to Yargos: "What can you tell us of these kings? Were they renowned for their angry demeanour?"
On a whim, Aimo also asks for divine assistance in seeing if there are any enchantments on the safes.
Aimo tries to see if his planar knowledge can shed any light on the case by looking for familiar sigils, figures or other signs. 1st
Tayllon mutters to Aimo: "Do you suppose there is any hope he is grandmaster of the cookfire?" With a wry grin, Aimo replies "I don't think so. But if needs be, I can teach this 'torch' something about fire." It might be Tayllon's imagination, but he can somehow see small embers glow in Aimo's eyes and - although it's impossible - also sees two small wisps of smoke curl up from them.
Aimo offers up a silent prayer of thanks to Sarenrae. He then sheaths his scimitar and walks to where Keiran and Lucian are talking. I bet old Yargos can shed some light on this. He saw the creatures coming out of the water, and we might get some hints from there. Otherwise, we'll just have to go to this other guy, Nessian, who seems to be holding the key to all this.
"Sarenrae's will protect us." Aimo mutters and he prays for help from his goddess as he advances. He channels the will of Sarenrae into a mighty blast aimed at the undead.
Initiative:
Silently unsheathing his scimitar, Aimo walks through the double doors as well, following 10-15 foot behind Lucian.
Aimo looks back and forth between the thugs and Yargos and his companions. "I say this undead threat is a more immediate concern. If we truss these ruffians up well enough, can we trust you to get them to the authorities, Yargos?"
At the mention of undead, Aimo's head turns quickly to Yargos. "Undead? Here? Where did these abominations come ashore? Where did they go?"
Ducking under the blow of his opponent, Aimo grins silently and tries to strike a low blow at the now exposed side of the thug. Scimitar Attack
"Oh no you don't!"
A couple of updates to the spreadsheet: HP: 19/19
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