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Another night awakened by nightmares. I am unaccustomed to such dreams; only since coming to Freeport have my night stirrings taken on such disturbing images. This night, I roam the streets and follow drunken revellers into an alley. They scream in terror when they see me. Then the dream flashes and I find myself licking blood from my hands...but my hands are claws.

I have never put muich stock in dream interpretation, but these dreams haunt me even in my waking hours. If this is what it means to dwell in a city, then I shall surely return to my wilderness home and happiness very soon indeed.

A BIT OF RETRO, if you please.

My name is Angar, and I come from a village you have never heard of because it was destroyed when I was a young lad. My mother saved me - me alone of all my brothers and sisters - by pushing me into a corn crib when the orcish raiders began the destructive invasion of my village. I watched with horror as I saw my mother slain, my brothers slain, my sisters led off in chains to sate the appetites of their new masters. Or so I envision.

My father was a warrior, and he taught me to fight when I was young. He never returned after my village was scoured. It is my belief that the orcs slew my father's band of warriors as they were returning to us and in so doing found our village. Again, I do not know this for certain.

All I know is that I lay in that corn crib long after the orcs finished their destruction, waiting for someone to discover me, and that no one ever came. All I know is that I emerged from my hiding place to find buzzards already picking at the remains of my friends and family. I ran from the village then, screaming curses I had heard from uncles use, and ended up sleeping in the wilderness that night. And the next night. And the next. I tried to return to civilization once or twice, but I could not bear the closeness of others. It was safer for me to live in the wilderness as a barbarian.

Until recently, that is. I lived alone for almost 30 years by my reckoning, and then something began to draw me to crave the company of others. I joined a travelling band and hired on as a bodyguard, and there I met several others who have proved true friends. I remain in their company.

Although I was satisfied to survive as a barbarian for so many years, I have found myself feeling less barbaric and more like a warrior (as my father was) since joining these fine men. Although I still find myself occasionally becoming enraged as I enter battle, more often I find myself planning strategies the way a true fighter does. Instead of avoiding strangers, I find myself actually engaging in conversation with them and sometimes even swaying them with my words.

I will deny this if anyone asks, but I have never been happier than I am right now.

We now have enough money to start a guild, if we'd like. That was our original intention. Having a guild would give us access to training facilities and libraries, provide contacts, etc.

At the same time, there is something to be said to simply hiring ourselves out as soldiers-for-hire. My years of living on the land have given me something of a wanderlust, and I find great excitement in travelling and testing the heft of my waraxe.

Of course, we could put this money in the bank and save until we had enough to purchase our own tavern in the Thieves Guild; I think we can find something for between 10,000 and 20,000 gold pieces.

I am open to what the others think...other options...

a +1 scimitar

Does anyone have a use for this? How much could we get for it if we sold it?

The cleric would be able to use certain spells from the staff

We'll hold on to the staff until we meet the cleric again to see if it is of use to him.

I am carrying the Eye of Night since it seemed safer in my care than in allowing Sirius to have it. We did not want rumors to get out that it was at his house while we were away.

I would prefer it were somewhere safer. It seems to be of value to Sirius and we have had all our belongings stolen before.

Any suggestions? Does the bank have safe deposit boxes?

He definitely leveled up. We'll dig him in for a share, just as we did with Colin. Can he use a staff as a bard? Can the cleric use the staff?

"Not very trusting are you... Lucius sees the dagger and knows it as his. It does have an "L" etched on the edge."

It's just a little Sense Motive check. I believe him...but "what if"...

"Get your boy to get online to post his stuff."

It will be a few days before he has access to a computer again. What "stuff" do you need from him?

I have levelled up to a 5th-level badass barbarian.

Here is what the party found:
560 cps, 10496 sps (which you require a few trips to get all), 615 gps, Magical Staff, Magical Scimitar, Brooch, a dagger with “L’ on it (Lucius asked for that back), a silver ring, 1 potion, 4 onyx gems, and a magical shield.

I'll do a Sense Motive on Lucius when he asks for his dagger: I rolled an 8.

Benito will appraise the broach, ring, and gems. His appraise rolls are 11, 18, and 19.

Can anyone equip and use a scimitar?

Can anyone equip and use a staff?

Unless there is dissension (which I doubt), we will pay the identify cost for the potion and the shield.

Before we began this latest adventure, Sabien and I sold the rapier, bracers, cigar case, pocketwatch, masterwork daggers, and necklace. We split up the potions (2 CMW and 1 Cat's Grace <which we traded for 3 CLW>), and I took ownership of the Cloak of Resistance +1. We also split up the gold we received from the sale of these items.

Colin - you receive 1070 gold, which is how we calculated your share of the booty.

Again, it is not for me alone to say. Sabien and I can discuss it later.

So what are you going to do with the items. It will cost 125 gp per item to identify.

I can't speak for the others, but I am not sure we have the money to have things identified right now.

Any chance the jester's hat (which I retained) was magical also?

OOC: I think the cleric may be in GA for a few days, isn't he? Can we assume he does?

"OOC: Here is the list of items you recovered, let me know what you sell, identify and keep: 3 Potions, a cigar case, necklace, scroll, bracers, rapier, cloak, and pocketwatch"

Does our cleric have Detect Magic so he can tell us what's worth looking at in more depth?

OOC: The last adventure was really cool. I liked the gruesome details :)

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I was not with this group when thou didst face the Squire and know little about his brother, other than that he exists and is certain to be a formidable foe.

An the decision were mine, that shouldst be my course. For though he may be a bane, yet in the end he might prove a boon to us all. Yea, in either case, the thought of cleansing battle alongside my stalwart companions does fill me with happiness.

I have fasted, meditating on the will of Ehlonna, and aught I do is within the realm of her wisdom and glory.

Forsooth, wise Akarthis, thy flaming sphere hast more than once preserved the lives of thy comrades. I fear it is too often my folly to rush in to battle in order to seek a quick end to evils that threaten us; mayhap future wisdom decrees that caution - such as thou hast often shown - is the better part of valor.

For the others, know ye not that they jibe with you to offet their own desires to wield those magicks which art thine? Therefore rejoice when thou dost hear some merry ribbing, for this too is a testament to thy strength and wisdom.

Regina Lin, such slanders are beneath thee. Make amends to Akarthis.

Akarthis, thou art a valiant spellcaster. I stand in awe of thy might.

Tassleleaf Bungleherd, mine truefriend, verily do I admire thy spirit. Merriment enlightens the soul, bringing one closer to the Spirit.

Regina Lin, thou fearest naught, even when such daring endanger thee. Thou art valiant. Thou art worthy.

Ye three, perchance in jest but mayhap in earnest, have spake ill of each other. Where wouldst thou be if not for the others? Therefore, be not dour, but let thy true friendship bind thy three hearts together.