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Once we get the gear taken care of, Lyle will follow suite and rest as well.

Lyle hops off the chair and follows the cleric.

Lyle sighs. "Got nothing better to do. I'll come," he finally says.

Lyle sits quietly, listening to "the big people" discuss their "matters of importance".

Lyle nods to Jondar in silent agreement of his last statement before seating himself at the table. Something's not right here, he thinks silently.

Lyle sighs, loud enough for the guard to hear him, then waits for the party's next move.

Getting straight to business, Lyle clears his throat before saying, 'And the reward...?"

'Children never are," Lyle says in a wry tone.

I though we were headed to take her back...

Maybe not...?

"It doesn't matter who we are or what we've done. We all die just as easily as the next." Lyle interjects, giving a morbid turn to the conversation. Realizing his faux pa, he quickly adds "Let's just get this done, so we can move to the next job."

"Let's get back to town, then we can come back and investigate," Lyle suggests.

Lyle will point out the human footprint. "There's this print as well."

"Okay, so, who moved him?" Lyle asks in a sarcastic sing-song voice. He looks around the area.

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

We all notice this?

Lyle explains the properties of both to the party.

I can probably ID the stuff. Let me look it up...

"What is this?" Lyle asks with a rhetorical hint in his voice. He gestures and speaks a few arcane words. His vision slips into shades of grey, with anything magical glowing.

Lyle will cast Detect Magic. He'll concentrate on it for the full three rounds if he detects magical auras.

I'll skip the dagger because of the size. Thanks.

"Well," says Lyle. "Shall we?"

"Ready, here," Lyle agrees.

I'd like to take the Dagger, if I may.

Good opportunity to do so.

Good luck, Tark. See you on the boards.

"Sorry, I didn't bring my waterskin," Lyle admits. "Does anyone want to ask Lady Ella anything further? Or should we be on our way?"

Lyle looks to the group. "What now? Have we accomplished your goal? Or is there something more you all seek down here?"

Lyle, seeing the woman is in good health, moves over to Chardak. "Chardak, can you hear me?" the halfling says in a distressed voice.

Lyle bounds up to her, checking the shackles. "Are you all right?" he asks.

Nice!

Seeing the last orc locked in combat with Chardak, Lyle races up to unleash another ray.

Moving to P5. Firing a Ray of Frost at C3.
Ray touch attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21. Damage 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Agreed. PbP has a lot of advantages that I really like. That is definitely a good one. Nice to get it all straight.

Very nice. I'll take this opportunity to do the same.

Can you tell I've only really ever played non-magic classes? Hah. Thanks for catching my mistakes. I've only played Wizards, and sparsely. Thought I'd try something new, and I'm not doing a very good job.

Lyle thrust his hand out and chants arcane words.

Lyle will cast Sleep on G-3, catching both the nearby Orcs in the 10 ft. radius. DC 12 Will negates, 4 HD worth of creatures, lowest HD affected first.

I'd like to roll Spellcraft as well, if I may.
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Here we go again," Lyle says with a sigh.

Yeah, I did. Thanks for noticing that and the arcane +1 on my spells during game.

Frustrated, Lyle shakes his head. "Let's try that again, shall we?" he says pointing his finger. Again, a thin line of frost lances the air toward the half-orc.

Ray of frost at I-6 again.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 ranged touch. 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 damage.

Son-of-a-!@#$%. *sigh*

"Blundering brambles, stupid orcs!" Lyle says pointing at the half-orc in front of him. The tip of his finger begins to glow a pale blue then bursts firing a thin ray of frost at the half-orc.

Ray of Frost at I6.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 to hit. 1d3 ⇒ 3 damage.
Goodness me. I wish the dice weren't so cruel.

"Let's see what ya got," Lyle says dancing out of the back of the group.

Lyle will 5-foot to H10 and fire Magic Missile at the half-orc standing in G2.
Damage of 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3.

"The other...orcs?" Lyle asks with a wondering look on his face. "The ones were heading to deal with...?"

"Fight? Aye. My wife serves me well enough," the halfling says holding up his longspear. "My talents lie more in the use of magic, however." He turns to the group as a whole. "Well met, all of you. I thank you for letting this halfling join you."

"I'll do what you ask. I have no purpose or agenda," Lyle admits. "Just looking for some company. I'll aid you in your rescue." The halfling turns to the men he came with. "Goodness me, my companions," he says with a sarcastic edge. "It seems I'm needed elsewhere. Thanks for naught." He falls in beside the others. "Shall we?"

"The halfling," says Lyle in disgust, "can speak for himself. Lyle Shortwick, if it please you. I've had about all I can of these." He points over his shoulder at the scouts. "Have room for one more? Doesn't matter where to."

The halfling has a friendly face outlined by well-groomed black hair and a small sharp beard at his chin. He wears a worn brown tunic and brown britches with soiled leather boots.

I am. I created this new character.