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Male Dwarf Cleric (Separatist) 1
![]() Quote: To pass the time, I recommend you pick up GM’s Miscellany: Urban Dressing from Raging Swan Press when it comes out on Thursday. I have it on good authority that it has some really high-quality stuff, including a set of completely new, never before published urban encounters that will knock your socks off. Nice! I'm on there too! ![]()
Male Dwarf Cleric (Separatist) 1
![]() Once on the boat and moving, Bellamin waves the group together. Any of those with remaining aches and pains, come close. With a determined look, experienced words tumble from his sun burnt lips, increasing with intensity until the group feels a healing warmth wash over them. Bellamin channels energy (30 foot radius). HP recovered: 1d6 ⇒ 4 ![]()
Male Dwarf Cleric (Separatist) 1
![]() Looking around impressively at the group, Bellamin then moves toward the dinosaur. This is probably easier than trying to lift the beast. Bellamin kneels down beside the animal and whispers, speaking softly. Bellamin casts Calming Touch. Recovered HP: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 ![]()
Male Dwarf Cleric (Separatist) 1
![]() Admiring the handiwork of the allied beast as Bellamin's intended target flops to the ground, the dwarf turns quickly to assist Alarien. Moving adjacent Alarien, the cleric steadies the elf while casting Calming Touch. HP returned: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 The shaken condition is also removed. Hoping to give Alarien a moment to collect herself and temporarily redirect Regis' wrath, Bellamin locks eyes with the thug leader, I've met many like you, cowards at heart. Come this way, pointing at this chest. Nice roll... ![]()
Male Dwarf Cleric (Separatist) 1
![]() Oblivious to any tension or awkwardness between the arcanists, Bellamin rumbles past and grabs Nub's hand with a generous shake before it's offered. Tell us more about your cookin' skills, the other hand rubbing his staunch belly. Oh, and name's Axeager, Bellamin Axeager. ![]()
Male Dwarf Cleric (Separatist) 1
![]() Under his breath, but most likely audible for those nearby- Gold's a bonus after any chance to knock a few masks off those so-called priests. Turning to Cordell, Sure, mate. Happy to help . Bellamin sets down his own pack and small buckler as he moves toward the half-elf. On the way over, he offers an awkward wave to the seated druid and standing elf- Name's Bellamin. Pleasure. ![]()
Male Dwarf Cleric (Separatist) 1
![]() Hastily striding as quickly as his stocky legs will allow, Bellamin Axeager approaches the boat while occasionally glancing over his shoulder. Dusty from traveling, but otherwise well-kept, the dwarf appears capable enough by the look of the used morninstar swinging from his waist. "Heh? Not the Tatzlwyrm? Well, one boat's as good as the next as long we get moving." Positioning his back away from the dock, Bellamin sits down near Cordell as he tucks his necklace under his shirt. Turning to the half-elf, he cracks a smile and offers his hand, "Bellamin here, pleased to meet you!". |