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Lol! Yeah, I was just messing. Thought it was funny. :)

Al looks to Lothan and indicates the giant ghoul at the center table. "Tell him, loudly so everyone in the bar can hear, that I think he looks weak and that even an old man could beat him in one to one combat. It's embarrassing that anyone follows such a weak fool, even that axe looks fake." Then Al looks to the rest of the party, "Anything helps, especially haste and displacement." When the words start flying Al will prepare to cast his own spell, Dispel Evil, and bring a godly smite against the ghoul leader.

Nodding, "Ouais, d'accord. Ouais, d'accord. Je pense toujours que Kyffin aurait dû suivre ma suggestion. Ça aurait été cool."

Lothan looks to the crowd and pauses, his eyes going wide. Quickly turning back to the others, there's a look of shock upon his face, and a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. "Je vois des gens morts."

Receiving a plethora of questioning looks, Lothan shakes his head vigorously, trying to get it together. "Reste concentré sur ta tâche, Lothan, reste concentré sur ta tâche."

Turning back to the crowd, Lothan clears his throat and begins. "Bonjour à tous ! J'ai un message pour Armel. Il vient de mon vieil ami," he motions to Al, "qui est tout à fait humain."

"Il te dit, Armel, qu'il te prend pour un faible et qu'il est persuadé qu'il te botterait le cul en combat singulier. Il dit aussi qu'il ne comprend pas pourquoi quelqu'un suivrait quelqu'un d'aussi faible et pathétique que toi. Il suppose que c'est une blague."

"Et enfin, il se demande pourquoi tu trimballes une fausse hache. Il suppose que tu t'en sers comme accessoire pour effrayer les gens, en espérant que personne ne découvre que tu n'es en réalité qu'un faible, comme je l'ai déjà mentionné, tout comme ta hache."

"Alors, ceci étant dit, Armel le chapeau Anal, vas-tu accepter ce défi ? Mon ami pense que tu ne le feras probablement pas, vu ton manque de cran. Il n'y a pas de honte à avoir peur, et je dis bien à avoir très peur, monsieur."

Giving his take in layman's terms, "He's talkin' about bein' careful when it comes to disarmin' the trap. He's thinkin' the lot built the trap and then covered it up. Like a pitfall trap in the woods. Ya cover it with a natural floor and none's the wiser."

"That's what he's dealin' with here. Only a bit on the fancier side and not as easy to disarm. He's got ta be careful with the "cover" part so he doesn't accidentally set off the actual trap. He removes that safely, he then sees the trap for what it is, and he then takes care of it properly."

"As far as the 'false sense of security', he's hopin' the "cover" of the real trap isn't also a trap. Because that would just be a pisser from our perspective. Brilliant, but still a pisser. Again, it'd be like setting the pitfall trap, and the party avoids that one, not realizing there is another one right next to it - probably one on each side - that they didn't expect, and boom, yer a shish kabob."

"Anyway, if that had been the case with this one, and he would've missed it, both traps would go off. Then, odds are, there'd be one less of us in this party."

"I'm fairly certain that's what he meant anyway." He shrugs.

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"This lock that the symbol is on seems pretty old. I wonder how old, though?"

Knowledge(Engineering): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Shrugging, "I've no idea, lad."

Ugh. I tried to Aid another. Sorry, Axton.

Taking a loose bolt and sticking it in a piece of sausage, Vhane inspects it himself as Axton explains what he's learned. Sniffing it, Doesn't smell too bad. Fairly decent spices. Might have been pretty good if it wasn't already ruined.

"They were making Human sausage."

Or not.

Vhane pushes the vile disgustingness off of his bolt and wipes it down thoroughly, before deciding to simply toss it aside. "Aye. Let's go."

Tristain is just about to offer a series of crisp, clear orders, revealing a brilliant pattern of attack what would use the party's resources to the fullest. The tactical genius of the plan would have put any general to shame.

And, instead, he just stares dumbly as Kyffin Leroy's the main entrance. He shrugs and follows. He's topped off his magics and will offer a haste to make the suicide mission go faster.

LOL!

KYFFIIIIIIIIIIIIN JEEEEENKINS!!!!

Oh man, that cracks me up so much. :D

The dude is like, "Let's do this. LEROOOOOOOOOY JEEEENKINS!" He just blazes in there because he's tired of talking. LOL!

Question: Did #4 die? Just want to be sure.

Vhane, glad he was able to take the best spot and not let Axton have it, quickly reloads, takes aim, and fires at the next one.

Attack #3

Deadly Aim/Good Hope +2/IC +3
+2 Repeating heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 18 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 18 + (3) = 26

(Rapid Shot)+2 Repeating heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23
Damage: 1d10 + 18 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 18 + (1) = 23

+2 Repeating heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
Damage: 1d10 + 18 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 18 + (5) = 29

+2 Repeating heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 18 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 18 + (1) = 20

Crit confirm
+2 Repeating heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 14 + 4 = 35
Damage: 2d10 + 36 ⇒ (1, 7) + 36 = 44

BOOM! 122 damage.

AC 24; Hp's Hp's 130/130; Grit (2/5 left)

As he continues to use the wall for cover and keep an eye peering around the edge of it, "That's two."

"Holy hell. That sounds like an unholy hell."

Giving a defeated nod, "C'est vraiment un enfer impie," he says with such a beautiful accent, shrugging.

Angling his attention toward the nearest wall, Je me demande... He looks to Tristain and then back to the wall before raising an eyebrow and thinking, Tu veux dire que je 'pense' aussi ces conneries ?! Tu te moques de moi.

Lothan takes another long look at the wall, seriously considering doing something he would NEVER do in his right mind, but shakes it off... for now.

At first Al is taken aback by the ghouls, but when the party's task becomes killing worse ghouls he relaxes a little. He finds himself hoping Lothan will taunt the ghouls a second time, especially any dressed in silly armor. "Right, kill the bad ghouls and find a tower, that should be easier than the last realm. That tower will be an easy landmark to spot, we can probably see it from the top of any building."

"Agreed then? Starflit?"

Starflit seems absolutely flummoxed by the words of Lothan and Tristain's bonking. Nonetheless, she gives Kyffin a quick nod and says, "Sounds good to me."

With his bow in hand, Lothan points and says, "Allons-y!" before taking the lead and keeping his eyes peeled for trouble.

Perception: 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (17) + 33 = 50

Rolling his eyes, "Bien sûr. Toujours à la rescousse. Mais c'est quoi ce stupide Paris ? Ça a l'air fou." Shaking his head, he pauses and cocks an eyebrow.

Looking at the others inquisitively, "Quelqu'un peut-il me dire ce que c'était?" Eyes going wide, the frustration is now completely obvious.

"Arrête ! Arrête ! Arrête !"

Shaking his head in utter annoyance, "Je déteste cet endroit."

Narrowing his eyes, They are attacking him. Interesting. Maybe he is not a spy for the pathetic king. If they continue, he will soon be unconscious. That does us ill. It will take all of us to escape. "Young one, hold off taunting the pathetic guards just for the time being. Your revenge will come soon enough, I guarantee it," he says plainly, completely unconcerned about the guard standing right there.

He then calmly looks toward the guard, "You would do well to retire for the night and go home to your family if you have one, lowly guard. You will not receive such an offer again," he states matter-of-factly.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29 HA! I know he's in no real position to be diplomatic, and I know this has as much power as a dead battery, but what the hey. :P

After giving it some thought, I think I'll pass. Don't really think there's much out there for him anyway. All good here.

Nodding, "Fresh is good."

Elena facepalms mid-divination.

Vhane catches Elena's actions and looks curiously upon her. That was odd. I've never seen her do that before. Possibly a mosquito landed on her face? I don't see her wiping anythin' off. Hm. Odd. May have to keep an eye on her. It's possible the lot of this is gettin' to her. I've seen it happen. To me fellow dwarves, no less. It's not pretty, he thinks to himself as he moves the UNLIT ;) cigar back to the other side of his mouth.

Instead of rolling once per post, and waiting for the GM to respond to each one, perhaps you could do a post with, like, 40 rolls, and give the order that you'll unlock everyone's shackles and fetters in? The GM can look them over and let us know if the sequence is interrupted at any point.

Hey! Yeah, do that, that's a good idea. Possibly put it in a spoiler so it doesn't eat up your whole page, maybe? *shrugs* Just a thought. Unless you just hate spoilers. Then I'd say probably don't use a spoiler. ;P

Lothan wrote:

"You know, I think he just made all that crap up."

Tristain looks at Lothan.

How did he know that? There could be a rule about Feline Reality.

Tristain chooses *not* to focus on the idea that Lothan might be able to read his mind, and also, might be really smart, and returns to the tasks at hand.

His task done, he steps WELL back to let Lothan do his job as he waits for the inevitable explosion or swearing or 'OMGThisVampireIsEatingMyFace'.

Surprised when that doesn't come up, he will move to identify the items within.

LOL!!! I just died on this! LOL!!! Oh man, so dang funny. :D

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You know, y'all will NEVER be in another game where a fellow pc thinks he's about to get lucky with a vampire chick, and the next thing you know, he's screaming for bloody help because she's trying to eat his face.

Never.

LOL!

Tristain is very glad, yet again, that he is not a telepath and lacks the ability to read the thoughts of others. The currently reality is scary enough without adding the thoughts of someone without a third brain cell to wonder how stupid the first two were.

Sigh. Good thing my thoughts are normal.

While others search, he will bonk his head against a wall.

*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*

*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*

Lol!!!

And I think the EXTRA bonks are simply to avoid having to "accidentally" read "someone else's" thoughts. ;)

Lol!

"Perhaps we should all try to match Morthos' glowering so we can listen."

Lol! Another good one. Oh man, you people have me rolling over here. :)

Do we have a Lawful Funny group???

I think so. Man oh man, funny stuff. Poor Morthos. He's just hanging there in silence. Getting railed on by his fellow inmates. Too funny! :)

And just fyi, I'm a laugher. I love to laugh. My fellow coworkers like to mock me on my laugh. It's pretty funny. Makes me laugh. :D

Witty comebacks not being his strong suit, Kid merely hangs silently while Rendylyn yammers on. He crosses her off the list he had just added her to. The gang doesn't need anyone who talks this much.

On the other hand, the one who could have helped was the big bastard who speaks in riddles.

Lol! Oh man, I probably shouldn't encourage this ;) but I gotta kick out of these. Pretty funny. :D

Thanks for the assist, Axton.

Yeah, it was a bit confusing with the two statements. I gotcha now.

Sorry I didn't post yesterday but I had computer problems.

I have selected a few of the ones I would like to participate. I decided to take five.

Morthos "the Malevolent" Human Lawful Evil Antipaladin (Tyrant)

Dargon Lake Human Lawful Evil Rogue

Rendylyn the Red Waif Changeling (Ash Hag) Lawful Evil Cleric (Theologian)

Still thinking about the last two but should be done tonight.

Thanks! Much appreciated! :)

Will: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 2 = 19 Whew! Man, that was close.

And Lol! to: 'Then, also smugly...'

What killed it for you?

DM called it quits. He just didn't want to run it anymore. That's one game I wish I could get back. Was such a good group. We clicked well together.

Sadly enough, out of 6 of us(including the DM), I'm the only one left on the boards. Real solid posters all around. (To be fair, though, it was 12 years ago. Not everyone is gonna hang around that long). :P

Watching for signs of Giants present in the village as Elena and Axton talk, Elathras turns to Bharak and Vhane, "The bigger they the harder they fall. Am I right?"

Nodding, "Aye. And the more they bleed."

Vhane then leans in, speaking quietly and matter-of-factly, "I hate giants. I say we kill 'em all. I say we cover this hamlet in giant blood. So much of it that they change the name 'We painted our walls with Giant blood Windsong Abbey'. I'll concentrate on the ettin while the rest o' ye take down the giants. Unless there's a better plan. Which, as far as I'm concerned, as long as it involves exsanguinating these blasted giants, then, I don't care what the plan is." The dwarf's expression is so impassive, one would possibly never know what he hates if he didn't flat out tell them.

:)

For the record, I don't really care one way or another what we do. It's all good to me either way. Lothan might complain about it, but, heck, he always complains about something. ;P

I just got a kick out of what Tristain wrote...

'where are we going to find anyone so cocksure and ridiculous who would want that kind of challenge?'

...and couldn't resist. Lol!

I'll leave it up to you if you want to fight this shoggoth. It's not super important -- "The goal is to permit the PCs and players to encounter a rare and powerful creature and live to tell the tale," the adventure says. I'm perfectly happy to handwave it.

I'd be ok with a cut scene where the party has exhausted all their abilities and barely survives, but lives to tell the tale of the Shoggoth and rests in the hall of records that evening while healing their wounds.

motteditor wrote:

"The goal is to permit the PCs and players to encounter a rare and powerful creature and live to tell the tale," the adventure says.

But almost all of us are smart, intelligent PCs, where are we going to find anyone so cocksure and ridiculous who would want that kind of challenge?

Lol!

"Screw that! I say we play this thing out and kill this <bleepity bleep> just like we killed everything else. Where's the fun in... what was the word the weird guy used? 'Handwave?' What the hell does that even mean?! And who the hell is the talking weird guy who I've never even seen before?" he asks, cocking a sole eyebrow. "He looks like a tiny little, big-headed, greenish blue... um... yeah, okay, I've no idea what he is. So, never mind. Doesn't matter. Just point me the way to this shagoff thing and let's handle our business, people. None of this dramatic, barely survive, crap. We're gonna win and we're gonna win easy. Because no baddies can stop us and we're unkillable. Now let's move! Heck yeah!"

Okay, I'm fine with the simpler solution of assuming Umazara handed over the Shard of Lust when she left.

Vhane, do you mind if Axton takes the Shard of Lust? An arcanist does benefit from both Charisma and (obvsiously) a bonus to initiative.

Don't mind at all.

Will: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 = 24 vs. DC 25 FREAKING CRAP! AGAIN?! You've gotta be freaking kidding me! Another freaking save, another fail by 1. Un-freaking-believable. If it wasn't for that stupid Wisdom drain, I would've made it. Ugh.

Just try to kill it, folks. Hopefully, before it drains me to death. I've now got the Jeopardy! music going through my head. :P

AC 24; Hp's 110/142

Sorry. Been getting killed at work. 12-hour days and getting home between 11 and midnight has me exhausted. Especially having to turn around and get back up at 6:30 am. Just can't stay awake. This is my first day to simply turn my computer on over the past 3. It's been a beating.

Will get something up here in a bit. I gotta find out what the heck is happening first. :P

Lothan looks to Starflit with a raised eyebrow and a slight grin before quickly adding his own two cents to the fleeing crowd. "NO HE WON'T! HE'S PRETTY MUCH DEAD! I MEAN, DEAD AGAIN! AND YOU WILL BE TOO IF YOU COME BACK! JUST SAYING! SO DON'T COME BACK IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!"

Looking over to Starflit, Lothan throws her wink before cutting his focus to Erich.

"Oh, no, I think I'm looking for a very specific one," Erich replies. "But I can show you where it is!"

"Okay, Mr. Music Man, let's get this show on the road. Lead us to this instrument of yours."

Now, per Al's attack...

OH MY GOSH!!! LOL! He just freaking OBLITERATED the big bad! I mean, just O-BLIT-TER-DESTROYED that dude! LOL!

Man o man, that is freaking amazing. I've only seen that one other time but it was NOT as awesome as what Al just did.

So, this is actually the second time I've ever seen a boatload of crits in one attack.

This is the other one: Link Which was roughly 9 1/2 years ago as you can tell. :P

And I stole that line that Lothan used because I just find it hilarious. :D

Vhane, unable to find a clear shot, waits for an opening to be had.

Gonna have to delay for now. Just way too exhausted and can hardly stay awake. Apologies.

Vhane takes careful aim at the only wraith(green) he can see and fires!

Deadly Aim/Rapid shot
+2 Repeating heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

+2 Repeating heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Damage: 1d10 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

+2 Repeating heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

AC 24; Hp's 119/119

”Do you sing as well? Or just play?” Tristain asks the bardic person. ”What is your musical skill set?”

Tristain ponders, and then continues.

”Not sure I’ve seen or heard much musical talent expressed in our party, but if you’re into high-pitched screams of unending pain mixed with the tang of deserved comeuppance, we might have someone for you to partner with.”

”Also, you can borrow my earplugs if you need to maintain your sanity during any practice sessions.”

LOL!

Lothan looks over at Tristain through narrowed eyes, pondering his words. He then moves his eyes from one party member to the other, wondering which one it was with the high-pitched screams. Hm. Must've been before I met up with them. Sheesh. Whoever it was... what a wimp, he thinks to himself, cracking a slight, cocky smile.

Tristain looks at the abomination with abject horror, then turns his head from Lothan and looks at the undead creature and tries to identify it.

LOL!!! Oh man! I can't stop laughing on this one! LOL! Good one! :D

Getting the gist of what the dybbuk is trying to do, the inquisitor gets closer to the party and casts a protection from evil, communal spell on herself and her friends. Lothan, too.

LOL!!! Another good one! Oh my gosh, you people are killing me over here. Man, those are some good ones. :D

"Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho! I don't want that thing sliding into me! Back it up. Back it up. Baaaack it up." Just as Lothan is about to withdraw...

"I can align your bow to deal good-aligned damage," she tells the archer.

Nodding, "I'll take it! Whatever it takes to kill this thing. Well, kill it again I mean."

Withdraw into the square where the back of the letter "B" is.

Cahf ah nafl mglw'nafh hh' ahor syha'h ah'legeth, ng llll or'azath syha'hnahh n'ghftephai n'gha ahornah ah'mglw'nafh

Call me crazy but I think that says:

That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.

;)

Bharak listened and then shrugged. ”Right. So don’t aim for the head. Otherwise kill it or be killed?” With a slight smile he said ”Doesn’t sound so bad. And if I’m wrong then we’ll be too dead to care.”

Frowning at Bharak's pessimistic answer, Elathras thinks of all the the things he's not experienced yet. Shifting his polearm, he turn to his friend. "I'd just as soon not die if I don't have to."

With a stoic look about him, Vhane turns his attention from Elathras toward Bharak, nodding and saying, "Ye make a great point there, lad."

Another thought then crosses his mind. "'Don't aim for the head', huh? That's funny," he confesses honestly, wearing no expression of any kind.

Starflit stands back. Far back.

+42??!! Seriously?

LOL!

Yep. +35 on Perception and +7 for Trapfinding. :) *thumbs up*

Rising, albeit very gingerly, "I'm thinkin' one of the blasted baddies took painful liberties with me nethers." The dwarf stands still for a moment. A very LONG moment as he waits for the pain to subside.

Will be able to get something up tomorrow. Been a LOOONG couple of days at work and I'm beat. And it's late.

Apologies for the delay.

"'Luonim the Vast'? Well, you've got that one right, pal. Of course, I'd say 'vast' is an understatement," he states matter-of-factly.

Tristain feels a completely imaginary pang of regret, almost as if he had read something that he should never have read. A sharp pain hits his gut, and he will not learn from this.

Tristain follows Kyffin and tries to keep out of the way while everybody tries to clear their mind from all the unwelcome and intrusive thoughts that might be there.

LOL!

He shrugs, and proceeds to search the other rooms... though he keeps an ear open for the screams of combat.

HA! That might be wise. :P

As the party proceeds to the other rooms Al fixes Starflit with a serious gaze. "If there was ever a time to Not use your eyes and ears of the city this would be it."

LOL!!! Oh man, I just died on this. LOL!!! XD

"The city, of course," she says with a tinkling laugh. "Where else would anyone be from? At least anyone of importance! Would you care to dance?"

She looks out toward the center of the ballroom, where a couple dancers continue to move to the music.

Bowing, "It would be my pleasure, milady." With his hand in hers, he escorts her out to the floor, places his other hand upon her hip, and moves his body right against hers to where not even an inch of light is able to escape between them. Looking deep into her undead eyes, (which literally never even crosses Lothan's mind), "Don't you worry about a thing, gorgeous, I'm light on my feet and can move like a midsummer's night breeze," he winks, dancing smoothly and awesomely to the music - at least in his mind - while unconcerned about any music tempo. Mainly because it's not about the tempo to Lothan, it's simply about... THE DANCE!

Dancing in the dark: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 I went with Dexterity for Dancing. Why? Because I'm Lothan and I can, that's why! I play by the 'Rules of Lothan', bay-bee! BOOM! Eat your heart out, Bonk boy! (Not literally though. I doubt that old man Al - who is totally human - could even fix that) ;D

For example, Javell, you're the only player I can think of who posts with your account's main alias in Discussion threads instead of the alias pertaining to that campaign. It was confusing for me at first, but I got used to it, and now it's fine.

I honestly think I AM the only player who does that. In all the games I've ever been in over the years, I only knew of one other player that used to do that and they have long since left the boards.

Anyway, the reason I do it that way is because, think of it like this: You're an actor in a movie. Well, you're not in character when you're offstage chatting with your fellow actors/stage people/whomever. You are yourself. But when the film is rolling then you become the character you signed up to portray.

It's like two different identities. In the discussion thread, I'm me. In the gameplay thread, I'm the pc I'm playing. Two roles. Two different people.

I don't know. It's just how I see it. I've always thought it was weird that nobody else did that. Odd to have y'all's characters in the discussion thread talking about:
"Well, work is busy this week, can't really post until Saturday."

and in the gameplay thread it's:

"Okay, troll beast, you will die where you stand! Eat fireball!"

Perspective can be a funny thing. :)

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Aside: There were a couple of games(maybe 3 but it was definitely at least 2) that I was called out on that because they didn't like that I did that. (And to quickly put that in perspective, this was like 8 or 9 years of me being on the boards already. I'm like: "Seriously? After all this time NOW someone doesn't like it?" Pretty funny)

Anyway, I told them if it's that bad, I'll gladly step aside and let someone else step in. Didn't matter to me.

But I don't recall ever leaving for that reason so I guess they decided to deal with it. *shrugs* :)

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Anyhow, that's the story behind that. :)

You all head back down to the ballroom, Ovonda hanging on Lothan's arm. "It's Ovonda, darling. Wherever is that accent from? I don't think I recognize it," she coos.

Smiling, "Ovanda. Great name. I like it." He gives her an impish wink. "It is Riddlepor...tian. Yes, Riddleportian. I'm from Riddleport. Third largest city in all of Varisia. Pretty far away from here... I think." He says, furrowing his brow in slight confusion. I'm not even sure where "here" is. Ah well. "Anyway, it doesn't really matter because I'm never going back. SO, where are you from, gorgeous?" he asks, quickly changing the subject.

And I was beaten to the punch.

Not a moment later, he sees the monk collapse in a heap, and watches as a swarm of wasps escapes the halfling's body. Staring blankly at the swarm, "Well... that sucks. Now what? My bolts ain't gonna do much good against that. It might kill... oh, I don't know... one," he deadpans.

Elena takes a step back from the acrid smoke of the gunslinger's cigar.

"...Look, Vhane. I don't know what you know about us - us or the Pathfinders in general. We explore forgotten, dangerous areas of the world and we're often up against lethal enemies and horrible monsters. And now rival groups of explorers too. We trust eachother with our lives by necessity. And when I ask something basic like you why you want to join us, you say I wouldn't like the answer and refuse to elaborate on, well, anything. As far as I can tell, you're an outsider. We know exactly nothing about you." She shakes her head and sighs. "I'm going to give you the benefit of doubt on account of you having Uma's letter, even if that doesn't really prove anything. But know that it doesn't mean that I trust you in any shape or form until you've shown that you deserve it."

With that, she walks away.

Shrugging and looking completely unconcerned as she walks away, "Well, lass, that's somethin' you'll just have ta work out for yerself because I don't really care. I'm just here ta do a job, do it well, and move on."

As Elena begins to walk away, Elathras hefts his polearm to follow, nodding to Vhane's unlit cigar he adds, "Axton's really good with fire, he could light that for you."

Cutting his attention to the knight, he pulls out the cigar, looks at it, takes a deep breath and then looks back to the warrior. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, lad. But typically, I don't usually light 'em. Ya know, smokin's bad for ya," he states matter-of-factly as the cigar finds its way back to the corner of his mouth.

She looks at Vhane when the prohpecy business is concluded. "You say the Pathfinder gave you the 'option' to stay and travel with us? What does that mean, exactly? Are you a mercenary? Were you hired by a lodge? Are we supposed to hire you? If not, what's in this for you?" She wonders.

Narrowing his eyes as the unlit cigar finds its way over to the other side of his mouth, "Ya know, lass, you ask a lot o' questions."

Crossing his arms as he stares at her stoically - for what probably feels like forever to the cleric - he leans in and says under his breath, "Okay, lass, how about this? You don't ask me questions and I won't give you answers ya don't like, m-kay? But I will give ya this: I'll hold up me end and do me part ta keep you and your lot alive. THAT I can guarantee as long as I live and breathe."

Leaning back out, "Hopefully, that's good enough for ya because it's all I have ta offer," he states matter-of-factly.

Reading the letter with a great deal of urgency, she folds it back up, stores it in her pack, and then turns to the others. "All, forgive me, but I must take my leave. I've got to return to home. Some family issues have arisen and I must see to them right away. It's been a pleasure working with you all."

Looking to the two warriors, "Barak and Elathras, continue to let no enemies stand in your way as you've been doing. No one does it better." She nods, smiling.

"Elena, keep them alive and keep up with your drawings. They are well done." She compliments, still smiling.

"And Axton dear, never remove the creature that resides above that top lip of yours. I think it gives you special powers." She winks, grinning wryly.

She then cuts her attention over to his mighty rat friend. Leaning in, she whispers just loud enough for any to hear. "As for you, Intrepid, continue to be the real power behind the mighty Axton. We all know it's you." She rises and throws another wink toward Axton.

She then quickly hands over whatever she believes to be essential for the group from her pack. "I think that's everything."

Sighing, "Well, just so you know, when things have settled down, there will definitely be numerous tales of this fine group and all you've accomplished. Once again, I am sorry. Peace be with you all. I would say 'farewell' but I don't really like farewells. So how about, 'Until we meet again', hm?" Smiling, she sighs heavily and listens to any parting words from the others before nodding and taking her leave.

She takes one more last look back as she walks away, a sad grin upon her face before vanishing out of sight.

Stepping outside from the temple, a ruddy-looking dwarf with a full reddish-brown beard, chewing on a big cigar, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and sporting a practical-looking demeanor holds a letter within his hand as he looks upon the arriving party with narrowed eyes. He's just about to say something until the troll falls over and starts to writhe spasmodically upon the ground. Ya know, somebody should probably kill that thing. Can't say I've ever seen a troll have a seizure.

When the troll finally stops, and after he hears it speaking in some strange tongue, Hm. Weird. Weirdest troll I've ever seen. Ah well.

Returning to the task at hand, he notices the half-orc amongst the group and walks up to her. "Are you the one called Umazura Fallensong?"

Thank you, all. And it is, Mott. *thumbs up*

Ready to bonk some heads! Oh wait! That could totally be misconstrued by some people. I mean SMASH some heads. There we go.