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Guys, I have something of a problem. My employer just decided to double my work load - for the same pay, of course - so I will have a lot less time than before. That means that I have to back out of lot of things, including pbps. I already pulled out of all the games in which I played and now I just master in two games - this one and Midnight game. Midnight came first, though, so it has a slight advantage. My question is next: I am not gonna be able to make more than one or two posts per week in this game. Do you wish to continue with that rate of my posting, or do you wish to end the game before it progresses to far?

If sacrificing this game means Midnight will live , then yeah go ahead and end it, but I am OK with a slow posting rate as well.

"Yes, I believe you ar correct." He turns to Lady Mors, "With your leave, we shall investigate this further." He then turns to follow elf oracle.

Fharalkakhad, on hearing they have been gone a while, asks "Would it be permissable to check on their progress? They may have encountered...difficulties."

Fharalkakhad nods at the human salesman, and murmers quietly, "Yes, discretion would seem to be the better part of valor, I agree., and he follows Fineal upstairs, glancing behind him to make sure they are not followed.

"Alright, so you've got some angry competitors. Hurray." Fineal heads down to the lobby and begins asking questions about gnomes and halflings, and if any headed to the upper rooms lately.

I'll just finally use the rolls I posted last page.

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Diplomacy, for the gathering of information about halflings/gnomes who's went up to that room lately, and Bluff, to hide why we're asking these questions: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

I will use the same rolls as well.

Aid another Diplomacy 1d20+3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Aid another Bluff 1d20+3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Fharalkakhad replies to the response Lady Mors gives Fineal, "How do you know this man? Why is he wishing you harm?"

Fharalkakhad allows the elfin investigator to examine the body, as he was unable to determine anything about how the body met its end. He joins Fineal downstairs to assist the salesman in questioning the inns patrons.

Aid another Diplomacy 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Aid another Bluff 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Fharalkakhad keeps his face a stoic mask, and walks over to the dwarf corpse, saying to Lady Mors, "May I examine the body?" Heal check 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Yep, he's dead, Jim

I had a question, which building got set on fire, the inn or the stable barn?

Fharalkakhad allows himself a small smile at the outrage of the flashily clad saleman. "I believe this may have been a feint to draw attention away from the actual goals of the unseen hand guiding events here." He stops for a moment, and then continues, "I am concerned about Rhiannon and Reth, they may be the true targets of this charade." As he hears the commotion, he nods to the rest of his group, as if proving his point.

Fharalkakhad looks at the man who has addreses him so, staring at him for a few seconds, before replying quietly, "I would advise you to mind your affairs, and return to your business." Intimidate, 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Fharalkakhad glances over at Reth and murmers to him, "This does not feel like just a few irate customers, Reth. I sense someone is pulling the strings of this situation. Be cautious."

Sorry, I meant to say Honest Fineal, not Reth, long day, he he

Fharalkakhad glances over at Reth and murmers to him, "This does not feel like just a few irate customers, Reth. I sense someone is pulling the strings of this situation. Be cautious."

Fharalkakhad keeps his face a stoic mask but inside his guts, a feeling of alarm, starts to take hold. He quickly motions to Liriel, and Illmanthonil to fall back towards the stairs.

Any sense of a particular individual who is the source of the tension, or who is the leader of this disturbance. Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Fharlakakhad notices the whispered exchange, and guesses its import. He resumes his watchful gaze on the crowd, noting the rising tension, and keeping a tight grip on his club. Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Fharlakakhad notices the warforged assistant judging him, and gives him a slight nod of acknowledgement, although he keeps quiet. He takes a position at the rear, making sure no curious bodies follow behind the group. All in all, he would feel safer in a pit of vipers, he muses.

Fharlakakhad murmers, "It seems this dispute has already caused something to go wrong." He draws his club, and then looks across to the crowd members allowing his force of personality to sway them to allow room for the group. Intimidate 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Fharlakakhad murmers to Rhiannon, and anyone else close to hear. "I imagine the hunter either works for or is trying to get work from the nobleman. This could be a financial dispute."

Fharlakakhad turns around and sees the commotion of the crowd, and the impending conflict between the two men. Not sure what to make of it , he looks closer at the clothing, trying to learn more about them. Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Fharalkakhad motions for Rhiannon to stay close to him, he does not draw any weapons but his stance has shifted to a more defensive posture. He continues looking behind the group, Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Fharalkakhad trails the party keeping watch on the rear, trying to determine if any passersby have taken an unusual interest in the group.

He replies to her, "I agree, but I cannot say I am looking forward to it"

Nightflier is returning to post here, he should be ready to go by Friday.

nightflier wrote:

Guys, I'm very affected by this volcanic ash cloud from Island, so I don't know when will I get back to regular posting.

Not stuck away from home are you?

Yeah he is on a business trip in Europe

Liriel snatches up the badge.. Oooh a teleport ride! Zap! like a beam of light! And we'll be disembarking... hmmm... something like this needs a new kind of phrase. I know... I think I'll call this kind of exit... beaming down!"

'Beaming down'...It will never catch on, he he.

Fharalkakhad silently pins the badge to his vest, and then grabs his few items, preparing for departure. After finishing, he turns to Lady Antaria, and asks quietly, "Do you sense betrayal here?"

Fharalkakhad pauses for a second, as he searches his quori for advice, and then replies, "Yes, I am Kalashtar, and we do share the same path. I am gratified by your acknowledgement.". He turns to the rest of the group and continues, "Please keep this information quiet, as there are many enemies of my people. they would not hesitate to destroy you for my death."

"Yes, Invar, we do not hold this against you. Whatever actions the Darkstar company has taken does not reflect on you. You are a follower of Il Yannah?"

Fharalkakhad speaks quietly, "Although we did sign your contract, which apparently justifies your...trust...in us. I take it this is a secret shared with only a few people?" He glances at Rhiannon, knowing her House has connections with Darkstar, judging her reaction to this troubling news.

Fharalkakhad watches the exchanges silently and showing no emotion on his face. Inwardly, he is filled with excitement, and a little fear. May the Quori protect this faithful servant.

Fharalkakhad leans in and whispers to the visually impaired elf, "Caution is warranted here, do not show it on your face. This...commander...thinks us complete tools for her cause. Let her continue the charade, and we can allow her to grow careless.

Fharalkakhad stares at Rhiannon with an uncertain look on his face. Is she looking for a place to eat?. "I am sure they will show us the rest of the vessel, once we leave Sharn."

Fharalkakhad looks over the contract, thinking This elf lady has a lot to do to earn my trust. These terms will cause issues with the rest of the group, i fear. The Quori will provide for me, as always.

Fharalkakhad signs the contract without comment.

Fharalkakhad takes his copy of the contract and looks it over silently, looking for anything unusual in the terms.

Fharalkakhad glances over at the visually impaired elf, "It appears her view of us is less charitable than you give her credit for. I believe the correct term is..." he searches his memory for a moment, and then finishes, "Cannon fodder."

Rhiannon begins stowing her non essential gear in the trunk at the foot of one of the bunks.

"Well that was a less than pleasant start."

Fharalkakhad finishes stowing his gear, including his weapons. He straightens up and looks over at Rhiannon. "Be cautious with that one, Rhiannon. She has the smile of a cobra, and the bite of a viper".

"To my people it is an insult to ask someone higher than you his or hers name. But I like, so I won't take your head - at least right now. All of you, know this - I am Antaria of the House of Morn. And I will kill you if you look at me wrong. This is Darkstar Company, boys and girls, and all of us have runaway here for a reason."

"Forgive me, I meant no offence. We all have our secrets to hide. If we are to be a team, trust between its members is crucial."

"Yes, Honest Fineal is correct, troop morale is important,especially when going into potentially hazardous situations. It would be a possible roadblock keeping us from completing our mission."

Aid another Diplomacy 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Fharalkakhad stares at the beautiful woman, grateful for Fineals hurried greeting, which gave him those few seconds to put his stoic mask on. Her beauty is a powerful weapon, and judging by the look in her eyes, she is well-trained in its use. He must be cautious, she would be a deadly foe.

"Excuse me ma'am,, but you have not given us your...title." He leaves the obvious question unasked, for now.

"I presume we were hired to guard the ship, and its contents."

"Think nothing of it, Fharalkakhad." Rhiannon replies, seemingly chargrinned at showing any reaction.

Fharalkakhad studies her reaction for a moment, unsure of the cause of her reaction. "I meant no offense." He moves to the bunk above the little gnome, and says, "Do you mind if I take this bunk?"

Fharalkakhad sees her reaction, and understands her issue with the lack of privacy. Being used to the presence of others all around him, he is not as troubled, but he respects her wishes.

"Do not worry about this, Rhiannon. We will adapt to this situation."

I will be on the security detail, or so I have been told. Presumably to guard against pirates and uther undesireables.

Fharalkakhad looks around the ship, and continues to Daedal, "How does this airship...fly?"

Fharalkakhad looks at the unusual warforged for a few seconds, trying to see if maybe he was joined with a quori, then he discounted that theory. The warforged were a mixture of 2 parts, living and unliving, much like the Kalashtar themselves were. Perhaps this one will prove to be capable of providing further insight on how to grow together as one being.

Fharalkakhad nods at him, and replies, It is a pleasure as well for us. I am Fharalkakhad. You are one of the engineers, I take it?"

"It is certainly an amazing ship. My name is Fharalkakhad. Pleased to make your acquaintenance."

Fharalkakhad nods at her again, thinking, Warforged, they should be safe from the Inspired.

He looks at Bull, who growls at him again, and decides to wait until they have continued past him. Better to be safe than sorry, he figures.

Fharalkakhad thinks to himself in response to Fineals statement, That is as honest as he will ever be, he he

Fharalkakhad follows along behind Rhiannon, nodding politely at the gnome as he walks by him.

"And I am Fharalkakhad." He returns the bow, marveling silently at the knowledge shown on the proper greeting way.

"You are correct, Rhiannon. I am here to book passage as one of your security personnel. This is a good chance to, how does it go, see all of the wonders of Eberron, at least according to the Sharn paper of news."

Fharalkakhad nods in acknowledgement, and motions to Rhiannon. "After you."