I'm finding that the lag in this game is a bit much for me so I'm going to bow out. Sorry folks. Hope it picks up for you all.
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When do we leave? Dacar smirks at Kane's impatience, but he himself feels the same.
Only that I would like a moment to study the object before we go, that is unless we're taking it with us?
I would like to volenteer for the group heading to Riddleport, I would be greatly honored in helping accuire a dwarven relic to such mystery. I would just require a few moments to settle up with the caravan I was travelling with. Also, Burma care to join a dwarf in what's bound to be a crazy adventure, I so enjoyed our conversations on the road?
Dacar notices Burma's look and gives her a nod, Mayor, may I look at the item, under your or your sheriffs supervision of course, before we leave. I have a bit of a hobby in items and relics like to verify what I'm working for. Dacar tries to pay attention to everything but his eyes keep drifting back to the item in question
Dacar barks a laugh at Kror's comment about the water. Making a point to pour himself a tall glass and saluting Kror before downing it and taking another. Sheriff, what has us brought here this troubling morn?
After a rushed meal, Dacar follows Zenovia up to grab his gear before departing.
Dacar heads to his room door, knowing that the buzzing is slow to leave his head. With a quick jerk he opens the door, forgetting that he has little more then his undergarments and a boot on. What do you ant, can't you see I'm sleeping in here!
After spending his healing on a child in need, Dacar enters the in time to hear a round. With a grim smile, he heads over to the lad. Well fought lad, I'll take your drink and then add a toast! Raising his mug, To the fallen, may their gods open their arms wide and embrace them. To the living, never forget the fallen for they died too soon! With a practised skill he downs this drink and orders a bottle, heading to an open table.
Ha, I like that game!
I'm having that same problem.
Friend Burma is right, I still need to check in with the merchant, though I for one hope its not a "fool's errand. Dacar smirks as he says this, hoping people pick up on the fact that like most dwarves he sill believes in lost sky citadels. On his way back to the inn, Dacar spends a moment to use his healing on a severely hurt festival goer. Aiming to help a child before an adult, but will do what he must. Once back, he takes a seat calling for a barmaid to bring him something strong.
Still here.
So my wandering companions, do any require a healing I have a spare at the moment. Dacar mentions as he closes, wincing as he looks upon his missed bomb.
Dacar closes in to his range, preparing another bomb as he goes. In preperation he aims the bomb so that it misses his allies. Know it won't do full damage but hoping the splash damage wounds it badly.
I know but its so much fun! ha! across his face
Its ok, it just the post was up early morning for me, and I had alot to do during the day. So i will do my best to check and post even in the discussion before i get thrown under the bus again :P
i didnt realize that it was my go, sorry. I'm not droping out of this one since usually I can keep up
Anyone need a healing, I have one available, if not lets see these pests to the dark realms of death Dacar joins Burma behind the frontliners.
Oh good, there are others helping our. Well i'll do my part as well. With that Dacar moves into range then throws one of his bombs aiming to take out the singer. It misses, and Dacar feels his spell fade with that. vs touch ac
Cast Target Bomb Antimixture Seeing the chaos, its only right that Dacar doesn't want to add to the destruction. With the spell cast, he starts looking for his first target.
With the large crowd gathered, Dacar looks for a familiar face, in case the worst happens. With a quick look around, he notices Burma off to the side. With a hustle, he makes it to her without too much trouble. Burma, I believe trouble is stirring. I'm a firm believer of having someone I know at my back, and currently that limits my choices. I'm a fair hand with the alchemical, with a touch of magic thrown in. He prepares his materials for his Target Bomb Antimixture just in case. There was large numbers of people and he didn't want to be a cause of hurt to those that don't deserve it. I may have a heal in my pocket should the worst happen. Now lets see if there is any real trouble about. He says this with a wink.
Being lost in thought, Dacar isn't quick enough to get the person trying to talk to him back intocconversation. Letting it go, he goes back to the vender. Sorry lad. That be too rich for my blood at this time. With that Dacar rejoins the festivities. As the crowds mood imporves, he starts to enjoy himself. That is until the scream of run goes off. At which point Dacar's hand reaches for his supplies of bomb mixture.
Having wetted his whistle and enjoyed some time with a companion, he continues to travel around the event. It not till his ears burn with the sound of "Real Thassilonian scrolls" does he finally find something that truly interests him. Seeing that a few people have already shown an interest in them he bides his time till an opening appears that puts him next to the vendor. With a peruse of titles and quality, nothing in his mind stands out enough to be true, now while his own skill, may shall we call it be rusty. He might be overlooking to obvious. My good man, show me your best scroll, if its what you say, I may do my best to add it to my collection, but believe me, I'm hard to please.
Well I can narrow down your work by sending you my herolab file if you would like.
I left that up to the bar maid, just enjoy the drink Burma, or do you prefer "Tusk" I never did find out why people were calling you that? Dacar looks around to see what else this bar has to offer as he waits for a response
Getting off the merchant wagon, Dacar spends some time in the crowds enjoying the celebration. As he wanders towards the table of food, he notices his companions find a bar and go in for a few drinks. Well then, pulling a flask free from its standard place on his bandoleer. Giving it a shake and hear very little, he opens it up to find a dash or two. Taking its final swig, Guess it need to be topped up, Replace its cap and placing it back in its place of honor in his bandoleer he heads to join his travel companions. As he enters he notices that there's a large crowd, moving past a strange bird headed man, he finally finds his companions. Ok you travel weary companions of mine, who do I have to push around to find a seat at this table? With a hardy bark of a laugh he passes the serving girl a gold piece. A round for the table, the best it can buy for all of us. with a wink and a whisper Keep the rest for yourself.
just got an alias, will post soon in the gameplay thread |